Alternative Rival

Bo Jue's "why" was blocked before she could get out, her shoulders, hands and feet were all pressed on the bed, she was sleeping, waking up, waking up, and when she could really sleep peacefully, the sky had already faintly revealed Zhao Qingge kindly poured her a glass of water to soothe her hoarse throat, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth.In the end, it was Zhao Qingge who crossed the water for her to drink.

She fell asleep almost the whole day, or in other words, was unconscious.No matter how strong the physical fitness is, the Tianxiu people can't help plundering all night without sleep. When Bo Jue woke up that evening, she obviously felt sore in her lower body. The bones all over her body were crushed and reorganized. When I moved my leg a little, there was a burst of tearing pain.She gave up and lay on the bed as quietly as a chicken.

There seemed to be no one else in the room except her, there was no movement in the bathroom, Zhao Qingge didn't know where he went.The lights are not turned on, the curtains are drawn, and the room is very dark. Although light is not necessary for Tianxiu people who are night-visible, there are usually only two things people do most often in a quiet and dim environment—— Sleeping and thinking, whether she's a thinking person or not.

Bo Jue slept long enough. When she woke up, she thought it was a big dream when she faced this room. What kind of bond, what kind of bond, what kind of room card, what kind of teacher, all get rolled aside for her. That giggling, likable, bold fledgling who can hang out with a lot of people, and can find some unpleasantness for those who hate it, instead of being completely timid and unable to do it like now. Clinging to the taboos of other people's lives, she herself despises herself, so how can she make others like her?

Maybe when she chose to go to the training hall, what happened later was already doomed. She lost the strength to blame anyone, as if her energy was suddenly drained, and she stared blankly at the ceiling with a single pattern.

The soft "squeak" of the door didn't break her out of her trance. The smell of the food aroused the gluttons, and her hungry stomach woke up before her brain. She turned her head and saw the woman who was busy at the table.

The light was turned on, and the curtains were drawn, but the light couldn't reach her heart.

"Get up and wash up and then you can eat." The woman's tone can be called gentle. She went to the cafeteria today and met the chef who cooked rice last time. After a pause, she did not break her promise and reported it in the office downstairs, feeling a little better.

She yelled the first time Bo Jue didn't respond, she turned her head in doubt, she lay on the bed without moving, her fingers grabbed the quilt, and said in a very soft tone: "I'm still a little sleepy, I want to sleep for a while, I don't want to eat .”

Zhao Qingge considered it for a while, and then flatly refused: "No, you haven't eaten all day today, so get up and eat."

Bo Jue answered with a smile: "Do you keep me as a pet?"

Zhao Qingge touched the dishes in the bowl with chopsticks, and replied casually: "Pets are easier to feed than you, at least they don't run around. Get up to eat, and the dishes are cold."

Bo Jue changed the topic again, and said shyly, "But I don't have any clothes on, or you go to the bathroom to take a shower, and I promise I've finished eating when you come out."

Zhao Qingge doubted: "Really?"

Bo Jue put three fingers together: "I swear."

"Well."

Bo Jue struggled to get up from the bed, her feet became "three-inch golden lotuses", avoided large movements as much as possible, and finally sat down at the table with support. It was empty, she looked around, it seemed that Zhao Qingge had thrown it on the sofa last night, but fortunately the sofa was made of off-white fabric, and the black terminal was very eye-catching at first glance.

She didn't understand where Zhao Qingge's anger came from last night until she found the text message inside and the messages that came in one after another asking her where she was and whether she wanted to go to the party or not.If the time was moved to three days ago, no matter how aggressive the other party's reaction was, she might still feel a little sweetness from it. Now, who knows what the other party's feelings for her are?Ordinary people touch their pets to annoy their owners.

When Zhao Qingge came out, he found that Bo Jue had fallen asleep again, his head sunken in the soft pillow, only half of his face was exposed, and his face was slightly pale.She frowned slowly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't say exactly where it was.

Today is the last day when Qizi's emotions are most unstable in the early days of the bond. Bo Jue was afraid that he would not do what he did last night unconsciously, so he ordered himself to go to sleep early and set the alarm clock to wake up before the attack. Zhao Qingge sat back At the head of the bed, he closed the pages of the book, and was about to reach out to hug her when he saw her suddenly open her eyes, the astonishment in her eyes flashed away.

Immediately afterwards, he slid down without any delay, wrapped his left hand around Bo Jue's waist, and wrapped his right hand around the back of his neck to tightly wrap her in his arms.

The third night represents cold.Bo Jue's whole body seemed to be immersed in icy spring water, shivering, and the warmth of the people around her was within reach, so she hugged her with all her strength until her ribs ached from being strangled.

Her drowsiness had long since been worn away during the day and the sleep just now, her brain remained awake all the time, her body's instinctive desire for intimacy was forcibly suppressed, and she lasted until two o'clock in the morning before the chills all over her body gradually faded and she recovered. normal.

Zhao Qingge hugged her for as long as she had endured, and waited for Bo Jue to let go of her hand before she pulled out her hand to move and stretch her muscles.

"Zhao..." In the quiet night, Bo Jue suddenly spoke.

"what?"

Late at night is a good time for chatting, Zhao Qingge's voice is not as unkind as usual, Bo Jue rests his forehead on her collarbone in an intimate gesture, and said softly: "After the disorder period is over, don't you Can you set me free?"

"Does giving you freedom mean separation?"

"Ah."

"My current situation may not be able to represent my true thoughts. After this period of time, let's talk about it."

"it is good."

"Go to sleep."

"Ah."

"You... get closer to me."

On the fourth day of the disordered period, Zhao Qingge discovered her injuries, and led someone to the school hospital for a routine examination, and took medicine by the way. The nurse who was examined scolded her head and face, which was similar to the diction of the canteen master. Zhao Qingge said he knew , never again.

On the fifth day, the two went online to visit the Yutian Military Academy, which ranks first in terms of overall strength. They were shocked by the educational level of the institution of higher learning. Bo Jue was unable to apply for the major he wanted because of his status as a pawn, so he couldn't hide his disappointment. After buying a meal, go to another military academy—Xinghe alone.

Xinghe is a very young school, not as rich as Yutian, and at the same time, there are not so many old stereotypes that need to be broken one by one. The style of study here is free, and discrimination and oppression among students are rare. All majors They all treated Qizi equally.The rapid rise of this young school in recent years has a lot to do with a large number of superior Qizi.She copied Xinghe's professional exam requirements and stored them in the terminal.

In the last few days of the disorder period, Bo Jue stayed behind closed doors most of the time. Occasionally, Zhao Qingge would take her with him to the library, and she would sit and read while the other party was practicing mind control.But she seemed to be a different person, her body was still young, but her soul had settled down, and she was reticent, as if she was in her twilight years.

Ten days later, the soul in Bo Jue's body that did not belong to him finally blended seamlessly with his body, and Zhao Qingge's emotions also entered a stable stage. When he came back from the library in the evening, he made a detour to the playground, and separated peacefully without too many words.

In March of the second year, when Yutian recruited for the first time, Zhao Qingge entered the palace of Yutian Military Academy with No.Bo Jue was traveling abroad and did not participate in the registration. In September of the same year, Galaxy's mech department welcomed a gentle and beautiful Qizi, who was deeply loved by his classmates and teachers. After graduation, he was snatched away by senior military officials. into the Special Operations Forces.

Twenty years later, Zhao Qingge, commander of the 20nd Division of the Space Expeditionary Force of the Second Army, and Bo Jue, the captain of the "Spike" Space Frontier Defense Force directly under the Third Army, wore large and small medals of merit on their bodies. Passing shoulder to shoulder, as far away as two strangers.

It took ten years for the two straight lines, which were always approaching parallel, to meet at one point, but from the day they met, they were doomed to be separated and never to see each other again.

……

The hand in Zhao Qingge's palm twitched slightly, pulling her deep thoughts back from the screen. Zhao Qingge hastily touched the corners of her eyes with her hand, but found no suspicious liquid before calling the teacher over from the terminal.

The screen went completely dark, which meant it was over.

"Can you hear me?" Zhao Qingge asked through the helmet.

"Can you hear me, is it Zhao Qingge?"

Zhao Qingge's heart sank suddenly, could he still be stuck in the simulation and not come out?

"It's me, do you remember me?"

Bo Jue stopped talking.

Zhao Qingge: "..."

She got up quickly and opened the door: "Teacher, come here quickly! Can't you go faster when you wake up?"

"Come on, come on, wake up!"

Silver-white hair rose in mid-air and fell on her shoulders again. The helmet was taken off and placed on the table. Her eyes were clear and clear, as usual, but Zhao Qingge felt like imitating The Spike Captain in the movie is sharp, sharp, and unkind.

"You..." Zhao Qingge felt uneasy, looked at the smiling teacher standing beside him, and asked hesitantly, "Do you still remember what happened after you put on the helmet just now?"

"..."

Zhao Qingge explained anxiously: "It's better if you don't remember, and it doesn't matter if you remember. It's just a simulation made by the machine based on your regrets in your heart. It's all fake. Everything in front of you is real."

"..."

"Say something to me."

"..."

Zhao Qingge looked at the teacher for help, the teacher smiled deeper, waved to her, and went out by himself.

"teacher……"

At this time, she stretched out her hands sideways, hugged her sideways, and rested her chin on her shoulder. Her voice was slightly hoarse: "I can tell what is reality and what is illusion, and I know you too."

Zhao Qingge turned around and hugged her gently.

The tears she had been holding back in the virtual world finally fell in this familiar embrace.

"I was in that world just now, and every day I wondered how my life would be so long."