The villain is not crazy

Su Qingyi looked up at the clock.

0:30

He looked at the phone's page, and after his name was changed, he didn't notice anything wrong during that period of time.

This should be the traction that 'that person' said.

Compared with the younger author, the bald girl seems to have a greater traction, and the reaction to him is also greater.

Perhaps this also has something to do with the age of the author?

The closer the plot logic in the book is to reality, the stronger the traction will be?

But this is just his guess, and it needs to be confirmed by later experiments.

He's not in the mood to experiment with this right now.

He looked up at the clock again.

0:32

The bald girl was still so excited that she sent messages frantically, and the phone rang continuously.

Su Qingyi glanced at it, lacking in interest.

He directly covered the phone on his hands behind his back, staring at the void in front of him.

There is a kind of irritability in my heart that I don't know the reason or why.

He thought: Tumi hasn't come back yet.

Then Su Qingyi, who was still in a daze, stared at nothing.

Why do I want him to come back?

Whether he comes back or not, does it have anything to do with me?

Am I caring too much for him?

What I think at this time is really what I think, isn't it written by a certain author?

Then, he came to a conclusion: it can't go on like this.

If there is really a book about the abnormal relationship between me and him.

How can I stay awake under the traction of this book and resist the force of the plot from myself when I have not found the book and have no way to contact the author to change the plot?

Su Qingyi felt that this question was a bit difficult.

His head, which was still sober just now, gradually became a little hazy, and the sleepiness that suddenly emerged from the corner rushed to cover his sudden flash of light.

At that moment, he turned over at the fastest speed in his life, then pulled out the note from the bedside table and took a pen.

"Assume first: there is a book that intends to change my gender, gender object: Tumi or 'that person'."

"The solution to the problem is - I have to make sure that I like the person I like from myself, rather than being manipulated to like a person, or to be with a person... emmmmm, it's a bit complicated."

"Keep it simple... I don't like men."

Su Qingyi paused while holding the pen: "Don't I like men? I haven't considered my sexual orientation yet."

"Forget it, let's assume first, double assumptions, assuming that there is a book that tries to distort my sexual orientation, assuming that my sexual orientation is normal... emmmmm." Su Qingyi wrote on the note: "I don't like men... then divide For 1, I like women. 2, I have two possibilities of frigidity."

Then he crossed out the 2: "I don't think I can be frigid."

"Then I like women."

Then Su Qingyi looked at his answer and fell silent.

Why do I have to waste so much effort to analyze such a paper problem.

I'm afraid I'm sick.

Su Qingyi silently marked this conclusion with a circle.

"I like women, first of all I must have a girlfriend." Su Qingyi drew a circle on 'girlfriend'.

"Actually, I can use the traction of another book to offset the traction of this book, that is, I can ask the author to write a book about me and my girlfriend falling in love. If there is really a book about me and Tumi falling in love In other words, if both of these two things happen to me, there will be a logical contradiction, then the two traction forces must fight in my body to determine who is stronger and who is weaker. My influence is bound to decrease. I can find my own ideas in it."

"It's a viable solution."

Su Qingyi marked a key sentence: "Borrow the traction of another book to offset the traction of this book."

He re-examined his thinking on solving the problem, and found a loophole again: "Like men and women are not completely opposite, because you can also like at the same time. You must find an absolutely opposite logic to experiment."

The more he combed, the more sober he became.

All the drowsiness faded away like the tide.

He suddenly had a strong desire to talk, and wanted to find someone to share his achievements.

Subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the clock again.

1:45

His lowered eyes fell on the mobile phone beside him.

My mind is clear now.

There's nothing wrong with it.

I think the call is entirely my own, not for any other reason.

I want to find someone to share my results with.

This is completely normal and will not develop into some sort of dysfunctional relationship later on.

After the above psychological work is done.

Su Qingyi made the call with peace of mind.

After waiting for about half a minute, the phone showed that it was connected.

But no sound came.

Su Qingyi cleared his throat, feeling a little nervous, he suppressed his throat: "Tumi?"

"En." After the voice came from over there, Su Qingyi felt that his emotions were also stirred up.

He suddenly had a lot to say to him, instead of just sharing a result at first.

He was even a little aggrieved.

This kind of grievance is inexplicable and unclear.

he thinks.

You know when you're not around, I'm disturbed again?

do you know?

I figured out the solution on my own, without your help.

"Tea millet."

When he called out his name, he suddenly felt weak again, the words were stuffed in his throat but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

"Well, I'm listening."

"I found a way."

Suddenly there was silence.

Su Qingyi didn't know why, but felt a little hesitant in his heart.

Will he laugh at me?

Or just don't care?

Is he busy?

What am I thinking now?

Yes, he must be very busy. It must be very important to not come back so late, and he doesn't have that much mind to think about my problem. After all, this happened to me and has nothing to do with him .

Su Qingyi found an excuse for himself in a short time.

The self-satisfaction that had risen inexplicably just disappeared like a bubble.

"En." Tumi rubbed the center of his brows: "What can you do?" His voice was exhausted, and then he regained his composure: "By the way, I felt that your name had changed for a while."

he knows!

"Yes!" Su Qingyi suddenly seemed to have opened up the conversation box, and said everything before.

After he finished speaking, there was another long silence.

Su Qingyi held his breath.

Suddenly, Tumi's voice was heard: "I'm home. Open the door."

Su Qingyi was stunned suddenly, and inexplicable joy welled up in her heart.

He opened the door, and saw Tumi holding the phone in one hand, leaning against the wall on one side, with a tired expression, slightly raised his eyes, and glanced at him.

His eyes were full of smiles: "Good job."

At that moment, Su Qingyi felt that the anxiety that had surrounded him inexplicably and mysteriously all along disappeared.

The author has something to say:

Silly Dabao, the more you think that you don't care, the more you will care.

Dig a hole and jump yourself, alas