What if there are no inhibitors?

Han Lu pulled his throat and called out in a low voice, "Song Zhiwei."

The voice was hoarse and full of tenderness, as if calling a baby.

Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat when he was called, and he said "huh?"

After a while, Han Lu said, "If we are sick, we have to watch it."

"Huh?" Song Zhiwei almost choked on his saliva, and sat up in shock.This hmm is completely different from the one just now, and it wiped out all the soft emotions he had brewed.He wrinkled his nose: "I said it casually, in fact, this disease is not a big deal."

Han Lu lowered his voice to coax him: "I know you don't want others to know, may I find you the most confidential private doctor? Only the doctor knows the condition, so I won't ask more questions."

Song Zhiwei rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Actually, it's not a disease, but I can't explain it clearly to you, so let's call it a disease for now. Does my voice sound like a disease?"

Although Nuo Nuo is sleepy and not full of energy, it sounds healthy.

"Many diseases are not detected by listening to the sound."

Song Zhiwei sighed: "It's really not a disease, I was wrong, I shouldn't talk nonsense to you, it's really troublesome to explain now."

"Then why did you say you were uncomfortable just now? Where is the discomfort? Is it serious?"

Just as Song Zhiwei was about to open his mouth, Han Lu called him by name and surname without emotion: "Song Zhiwei, tell the truth."

Song Zhiwei felt nervous for no reason when he heard his voice. The dean was not as scary as him.

He cleared his throat, "I just said, it's just a little hot, it's like eating too much spicy food here."

Han Lu believed most of it in his heart, he could tell that Song Zhiwei's state was not lying, but he was afraid that the other party would cover it up too well.

He couldn't bear it, because he didn't pay attention to this issue, and Song Zhiwei suffered the slightest harm.

So he said very firmly: "I don't believe it."--

Song Zhiwei choked, rubbed his burning chest, and said patiently: "Really, I won't lie to you. I swear it's fine, it really won't do any harm to my health."

"Then why did you tell me that you were suffering? Is it real or fake?" Han Lu frowned. He had secretly checked the disease, but such a regular "onset period" kept all the symptoms out. up.

Also, if it was really an ordinary disease, Song Zhiwei wouldn't hide it.

This matter is always like a sword hanging over his head, and every time he thinks about it, he panics.

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, his neck and face began to flush slightly.

That's not because your voice is a little softer, your patience is a little more patient, and your tone of concern is a little more sincere.

He couldn't hold it back for a while, and couldn't help but lie beside Han Lu like a cat, showing his fluffy belly, hoping that the other party would lick him and purr. --

Because he can get a response by acting like a baby in front of him.

Do you have the nerve to say this reason?

Do not!

Certainly not.

He wants face.

He slapped his forehead with a slap, and said loudly, "Because I want to act like a spoiled child."

In the end, he lost face, otherwise Han Lu would never believe it.

Han Lu was stunned for a moment, and said in an unclear way, "That's it."

"Yes, get out." Song Zhiwei blew up the phone and immediately fell into the bed and hammered the bed vigorously. The hammer bed was not enough, so he pulled his long rabbit ears to vent his anger, because rabbit ears and tails are extremely sensitive and feel pain The shame that had no place to rest was suppressed.

--

Ah ah ah I'm going to die.

His face.

his lining.

He is the character of the irritable bully.

Complete!without!up!

Han Lu didn't call, but only sent a message.Song Zhiwei set a special reminder tone for him, and he recognized it.But he ignored it, and after he couldn't fall asleep for an hour, he unlocked his phone and picked it up to watch.

Han Lu said: You can always act like a baby to me.

-

On the morning of Sunday the 28th, Song Zhiwei felt particularly refreshed because he had successfully survived another sexual intercourse.

And this time because I just talked to someone, although it was embarrassing, I was quite moved in retrospect.

Someone's low magnetic and gentle voice was always echoing in his ears, so this period of sexual intercourse was quite easy.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he turned on his mobile phone and found that Han Lu said that he would come to his house to help him with his homework.

Song Zhiwei sent him a message out of impatience: No.

But he put down his phone and didn't know what to do. He suddenly remembered that his phone was suspected of being infected with a virus. Although it was most likely that he was thinking too much, it was not a bad time to go out for a stroll.

He walked to the nearby electronics mall on foot, and the icy air sucked into his lungs like swallowing a mouthful of mint ice.Because of the cold weather, passers-by were all wrapped up in their clothes and rushed anxiously.

Only he walks in the courtyard.

Maybe it's because I'm in a good mood.

Han Lu's words hit his heart right away, he was moved and delighted before seeing himself.

As for seeing Han Lu in person, that might be more embarrassing than standing in front of him naked.That has to be stripped/naked with the shame level of rabbit ears and rabbit tail exposed.

Just thinking about what to do, he went to the nearby electronics mall.

Although electrical appliances are not often bought by every household, there are still many people on this floor.

He wandered around aimlessly.

There are computers, mobile phones, radios, toys, records... Every alley is densely packed with many small shops, which are classified into various categories and are very professional.

He walked slowly into the alley selling mobile phones.The alley gets deeper and deeper.

Walking into the alley, he found an empty store, and asked the uncle sitting on the bench by the door, "Repair the phone."

The uncle stretched out his hand, "What's the problem?"

Song Zhiwei unlocked and handed over the phone: "It seems that there is a virus. A software that I have not downloaded needs to apply for the permission of my microphone."

This is not an ordinary problem of water entering or falling.The uncle frowned, searched in the phone, and threw it to him within 2 minutes: "No problem."

Song Zhiwei took back his mobile phone, thinking that he really thought too much, maybe it was a small advertisement that jumped off the informal website.

He took back his mobile phone, his mood was not affected, but he happily decided to walk back.He took a few steps back.

"Show me."

A voice sounded, as if speaking to him, he paused and looked in the direction.

A little brother wearing black frame glasses, looks very young, his shop is next door to the uncle.He is also a mobile phone seller and repairer.

"Hmph." The uncle next door snorted coldly, obviously not used to this kind of business grabbing and smashing signs.

However, Song Zhiwei didn't have any scruples about the kindness of the uncle's face, and he didn't look down on the younger brother because he was young, so he handed the mobile phone to the younger brother wearing glasses in case of the past.

The glasses guy pulled out a data cable and connected the phone to his computer.

Song Zhiwei stood beside him bored for 2 minutes.

The little brother said: "You have a recording connection app installed here."

"What?" Song Zhiwei didn't understand for a while, and his initial reaction was very absurd.

The little brother adjusted his glasses: "Let me explain briefly, if someone secretly installed it without your permission, it is a bug."

Bug...bug?

Wanting to understand what that was for, Song Zhiwei's face turned pale, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Although he never said to himself that he came from another world.

But it's weird when he's alone.Especially the past few days...

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

An extreme emotion surged into his heart, so what if his fist was hard?The essence is still a cowardly person.

Because now he really felt his own fear, and even lost his voice and couldn't speak.

The little brother saw that his face was pale with fright, and immediately said: "Just now you said that it applied for your microphone permission? Did you agree?"

Song Zhiwei blinked, and unconsciously squeezed the edge of the table: "No."

"That's good." The little brother said: "This is the software in the gray area outside the domain. It is not so scary. It is impossible to install it in the mobile phone and be monitored all the way. Its level is not so high. The real eavesdropping Equipment..." The little brother raised his eyebrows: "It's not something that ordinary people can get. You understand."

Song Zhiwei's heartbeat slowly fell back, "I understand."

The little brother picked up Song Zhiwei's mobile phone, pointed to a string of links in the note and said, "It's hidden here."

Song Zhiwei said in a calm tone: "I did write down some memos, but I didn't open them much."

The little brother turned his computer in the other direction again, revealing the dense data on it, "Look, this is its code, you are lucky to have met me." The little brother pointed to himself with his thumb proudly: "I am a university student. I happen to have heard of this kind of programming, otherwise you really can't find it out with an ordinary person." Song Zhiwei said sincerely: "Thank you."

"It's okay, it's okay." The little brother was easy to talk to: "I'll delete it for you."

"Thank you." Song Zhiwei picked it up in the little brother's shop, "I'll buy another one."

The little brother opened his eyes wide. This phone is so expensive and so new that he bought it again without blinking.

Awesome!atmosphere!

This week's opening depends on this.

It is impossible for Song Zhiwei to continue to use this phone. Who knows if the remaining undeleted codes are hidden in the corner of this phone like rotting corpses and maggots.

Although the owner deleted it, it should be impossible.

But he was still flustered.

So he had to change his mobile phone. He had no idea at first, but when he saw Han Lu's mobile phone of the same model in the store, he took it without hesitation.

It's like an inexplicable superstition.

The little brother was shocked by his speed of picking up the phone, glanced down, and was overjoyed: Yes, the opening in half a month depends on him.

They are a private store, and the little brother finally saw such a generous customer, and said with a smile: "I'll wipe off the change for you."

"No need." Song Zhiwei: "How much is it to repair the phone?"

"no, I'm fine."

After paying the payment, Song Zhiwei took his mobile phone card and new mobile phone and rushed out of the electronic mall. The alleys in the mall were deep, and the hot air seemed a little stuffy, which made him dizzy.

As soon as he came out, he held onto the evergreen tree at the door and retched, but he didn't spit out anything.

He should be lucky, fortunate to have noticed it early.

But he is afraid for no reason, this software is just a drug, he is not very afraid.

But he was afraid of being exposed, afraid of death, and afraid of feeling alienated from this world.

Could it be that he can only hide and cover up desperately in the days to come?

His head was buzzing and aching.

A special incoming call that belonged exclusively to Han Lu rang.

Song Zhiwei picked it up, and the tone over there was ordinary. When facing him, he was less cold and more gentle.

The whole class is only for his tenderness.

Song Zhiwei said in a hoarse voice, "Han Lu, I installed a wiretapping software in my phone."

"What should I do? I can beat that person half to death. But I always think about what to do if my secret is exposed because of a sudden, either this time or the next time, or for the rest of my life..."

How should I hide.

"Song Zhiwei." Han Lu said in a low voice, which was to comfort him.

"Song Zhiwei." He called out again, this time more tenderly.

Lu Mao's paws were rubbed tenderly and pamperingly, comforting the emotionally broken kitten who had been locked up in a small dark room for a few days.

The kitten gradually calmed down in his hands.

Song Zhiwei's breathing rate gradually became normal.

Han Lvcai said: "This is not your problem. Anyone who is installed with wiretapping software will panic the same way. I will help you deal with that person. It's too easy to beat him up. Don't panic, okay? Trust me."

Song Zhiwei gave a low "hmm".

Han Lu asked again, "Where are you?"

Song Zhiwei said the location.

"Okay." Then came the sound of closing the door.

Song Zhiwei said: "No, I'll come back by myself." "Wait for me at the same place," Han Lu said.

Song Zhiwei didn't insist anymore, anyway, he really didn't want to move, he squatted in place to digest his emotions.

Before Han Lu came.In fact, he figured it out and calmed himself down.

He was just a little shocked and disgusted when he first heard about it.

Who is he?

He is Song Zhiwei.

He will not be defeated by any difficulty.In that world where the jungle preys on the strong, you can protect yourself, let alone this peaceful world.

Isn't it just hiding the rabbit's tail?

What's so difficult.

He pouted helplessly, just a little lonely.

But what is loneliness?

But obviously thinking clearly, he still blushed when he saw Han Lu anxiously looking for him.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why those hamster friends who were as brave as him and kept quiet when they were vaccinated at school suddenly cried and screamed when their parents came to pick them up.

He understands now.

He can empathize now.

Han Lu helped him up: "Go home first, let's talk when we get home, huh?"

Song Zhiwei gave a soft "hmm".

When the two returned home, Song Zhiwei didn't even want to stay in the living room on the first floor, which was so wide and big that he didn't feel safe.

He went back to his room and covered himself with a blanket.

Han Lu poured him a cup of boiling water. He held it in both hands, and the temperature of the cup gradually warmed his palms.

Han Lu sat aside, waiting patiently for Song Zhiwei to speak, anyway, they could spend a day.

A dense mist came out of the cup, and after a while, Song Zhiwei said: "It might be He Shengze who did it, [-]% sure, and [-]% because he accidentally misunderstood him, let's make sure first, after I'm sure, I won't let him go .”

Han Lu said, "Yes." He clenched his fist on his thigh.Although he now wants to find trouble with this person immediately.

But first of all, he knew there were more important things to deal with.

He paused, and took Song Zhiwei's hand.

These hands are as white as jade, with distinct joints, which can satisfy all fantasies of manual control.

He slowly put his more beautiful and bigger hand between Song Zhiwei's fingers.

The two intertwined their fingers.

A slightly girly pose.

Neither of them spoke.

He thought for a while, then said slowly: "If you don't want to, I don't want to ask at all."

"But it's really sad if you bear the secret alone, and I hope to share it with you."

"I swear with my life and personality, I will never let you down."