A Race to (Be) The Top

Ling Xiaolu woke up in a daze, and he hadn't reached his destination yet, but he felt that he had slept for a long time.

Rubbing his eyes, he realized that he was resting on Ji Meng's shoulder. Ji Meng probably leaned half of his body to please him.

"woke up?"

Ling Xiaolu sat up with some embarrassment: "Why haven't you arrived for so long?"

Ji Meng still had the temperature of Ling Xiaolu on his shoulders, and he glanced at the artificially adjusted driving panel calmly.

"I don't know, maybe it's far away."

Just finished speaking, a voice prompt sounded in the cabin:

"Dear passengers, your destination is about to arrive, please check your belongings and prepare for departure."

The aircraft landed steadily at the traffic station on the top of Munluo Mountain. The two walked out of the cabin door one after the other. Ling Xiaolu took a deep breath of fresh air as soon as he landed.

"The air on the top of the mountain is so good!"

Ji Meng activated the translucent floating map: "Follow the navigation and you will be there in about half an hour."

Ling Xiaolu, who has been doing math problems for three months, has not done such a large amount of exercise for a long time: "I miss your fat dragon."

"Who was scared to death before sitting on it?"

"That was a long time ago!" Ling Xiaolu said unconvinced.

On non-public holidays, there are not many tourists in the mountains. The two of them are like young couples who skipped class to go on a date. There is even a fully automatic roadside court selling couple packages to them after recognizing their faces. Ji Meng still wants to purchase.

"It wasn't like this when I was here last time."

Ji Meng's time has been longer, and his memory is more blurred, but he really wants to know what kind of memory Ling Xiaolu has been implanted, why even this kind of detail is fully considered, is it possible that it is the transfer of the memory of a real person?

Before they knew it, they had come near their destination.

At the end of the road, there is a stone monument erected at the pass, engraved with seven calligraphy characters of "put to death and live later", the pen is sharp and majestic, it seems that this is the right place.

"What's that?" Ling Xiaolu pointed to the looming sign in the long grass.

Ji Meng brushed aside the blades of grass, revealing a road sign that had been corroded by wind and rain for a long time, pointing to the position on their left, with "the best cliff jumping point" engraved in small characters.

Two people: "..."

Is that all right?Is it too unreasonable? !

They came to the so-called "best cliff jumping point". There was a flat stone platform dug by hand. Looking down from the edge, there was a vague abyss shrouded in mist. Ling Xiaolu felt his legs and feet go weak after only one glance.

"Are you really going to jump from here?"

If they guessed wrong, the end would be torn apart.

"If this is really a game world, I believe you can go back no matter what. The difference is whether you pass the level or not."

"And what if it's not?"

Both of them are at a loss for words, if this is the real world, and if the last world is their fantasy, then this leap is the end of their lives.

Even if the probability of 99% is false, there is still a 1% probability of being true. Do you dare to bet?

They stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, the wind passed under their feet, Ling Xiaolu stood there for a few seconds, as if his legs were going to be stiff.

He took a step back with difficulty: "I think it's better to wait."

Ji Meng also took advantage of the situation: "Why don't we go back first and look for new clues. Maybe... maybe this game is time-based, as long as we survive for a certain period of time, we will automatically clear the level."

"If that's the case, it's game over when I'm doing math problems." Ling Xiaolu said, "We finally got here, in case, I mean in case, this is the real world, then what are we doing?" Wouldn't it be a pity that none of them were left behind?"

"What do you want?"

Ling Xiaolu searched around, and finally found a stone wall in a very remote place.

"Is there something sharp?" he asked.

Ji Meng picked up a sharp-edged stone on the ground: "Is this okay?"

"It should work." Ling Xiaolu picked up the stone and carved his name stroke by stroke on the stone wall.

——Deer, Bi.

After engraving, pass the stone over: "You come too."

Ji Meng imitated his appearance, and engraved the word "Ji Meng" in parallel on the left side.

After the engraving was finished, they discovered that the texture of the stone wall was a bit special, and there was a faint heart shape between the names of the two of them.

"This can be regarded as leaving a name in this world." Ling Xiaolu was whimsical, "If we return to the real real world, we will return to this place. Do you guess that these four words will still be there by then?"

"If there was one, it would be a thriller, right?"

"Hey, I'm just kidding."

The two stood on the edge of the cliff again.

"Friend, if this is really the last day of your life, do you have anything to say?"

Ji Meng's mind went blank: "I can't think of it. What about you?"

Ling Xiaolu turned to look at him next to him: "If the last day is with you, it doesn't seem to be a pity... I mean, being with a good friend is always like being alone."

He deliberately emphasized "good friends" and emphasized very bluntly.

"..." Ji Meng hesitated, and took his hand.

Both of them had sweaty palms.

"Are you nervous?"

"Ah."

Ling Xiaolu's heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

He also heard that Ji Meng's breathing was gradually accelerating.

"Did you know that when people are particularly nervous, their heartbeat will speed up, their palms will sweat, and their adrenaline will rise. It is easy to confuse it with another physiological reaction."

Ji Meng met his eyes, with complex emotions flowing in his eyes.

"I know."

Ling Xiaolu was afraid that his true thoughts would be known by him, so he would show embarrassment and insisted:

"So don't get me wrong."

"……I know."

The setting sun slanted on them, and a goshawk spread its wings and slid across the sky, sending out a long eagle cry that frightened the sky and suppressed the clouds.

"I count to three, then all together?"

Ji Meng nodded.

"3--"

"2--"

"1."

The moment Ling Xiaolu counted to "one", Ji Meng suddenly turned half a circle, pulled him into his arms, and tightly protected his head on his chest with his other hand, with his back facing the bottomless cliff, straight Leaned straight back.