The Sims: Heartbroken

Yang Li began to help collect manpower.

It's not that he hasn't thought about what would happen if those alien invasions happened at the end of the 21st century—after the first decade—but James told him that it's not too early to prepare for this kind of thing many years in advance.

He turned on his induction, looking for people on the magical side of the world——

Strange, he couldn't find Loki.

The strongest magician in the world right now is a young looking lady.

... A lady who shed three thousand traces of troubles at a young age.

"It's not that far away." Gu Yi's eyes were peaceful, "Within ten years."

Yang Li was a little nervous.

"Do you have any countermeasures?"

"That's your business." Gu Yi took a sip of tea slowly, "At that time... I was no longer here."

Yang Li was silent for a while.

It sounds like an expected, peaceful, even happy death.

People in the 27th century can understand this feeling...so Yang Li smiled, "...but we still have to do our best to live."

His tone was not so sincere.

"So... help?"

Gu Yi looked at him with a smile.

Yang Li shrank his neck.

He's still not used to... facing women.

"If you're really looking for someone—I do have recommendations. But in a few years..."

Yang Li stood in the corner of the hospital.

The real world - there are a lot of people in the hospital.

... very scary.

Countless, strange, human beings who may never meet again, hurried past, their faces were full of trouble or sadness, irritable and melancholy——

Being a 27th century person who doesn't have much exposure to this is like being a 21st century person who sees a group of patients escaped from an insane asylum.

What is more frightening?When you are the only one left awake in the world?

The whole world is crazy.

And am I normal...?

He originally wanted to see the doctor who was said to be a great magician in the future, but now he was stuck here unable to move.

He leaned against the wall, put his hand on the brim of his hat, and watched the sorrowful people rushing like a wave. Some kind of unreasonable instinct prompted him to lend a hand-this was probably his only reaction to grief, although He would have no sympathy - but how could he help?

It was at this time that the future great magician appeared.

He directed a group of people to move patients, and while giving orders, he was arranging himself in medical clothes, and his movements were crisp and neat, like an uncrowned king.

...Maybe he is more suitable to be a doctor than a magician.

Seeing him striding past, Yang Li stood still and was about to leave when his cell phone rang.

"..."

After connecting, but did not speak.

... This phone is from Bruce, and there are only a few phone numbers stored.

"……Hi?"

"You've been there for nearly an hour."

"Are you monitoring my movements?"

"No, it's just that after staying for a certain period of time, I will call the police in case you are trapped."

"Oh."

Yang Li evoked a smile.

He looked at the sky outside, got up and left the corner.

"...I guess you're fine."

"It's all right." Yang Li looked at the blue sky, "I just miss you all of a sudden."

"Uh-huh," Bruce responded nonchalantly, "If you really want to come... I guess you can just come. I'm busy, and I have to save the world."

Yang Li put down his phone and looked at Bruce's back.

Of course, because of the magic, he could come whenever he wanted.

Wherever Bruce is.

"The world is about to end, but you are still free."

Bruce, who was processing company documents, didn't look back, "Do what you should do."

"monitor?"

"If you won't be angry, yes, I am indeed listening, because I have set keywords, and if the keywords are involved, they will be transferred to me."

"Hmm..." Yang Li tilted his head, "I'm not too angry."

He approached slowly, turned around and sat on Bruce's table, "The moment I saw you... nothing at all."

look at him--

At this time, no matter what, he refused to give even a little sight, but he did two more STK things...

"Are you afraid of me?"

Yang Li looked at Bruce, from his neck to his hand holding the document, "Are you afraid to look at me?"

The line of sight is like reality.

Bruce could even imagine Yang Li's appearance - the way he bowed his head, the way he smiled, and his frivolous attitude - but he just tightly grasped the waste paper in his hand.

"Tell me." He finally put down the file, "If you didn't really love me, why did you forget me?"

Yang Li reacted for a while before remembering that he was asking about the curse.

"It's impossible..." Yang Li still had a smile on his face, but frowned slightly, "Can't it be because I really love you?"

"Stop your rhetoric."

This was probably the first and only time that he directly refused.

There was a bit of coldness in those steel blue eyes, "I won't be fooled by you."

"I won't lie."

Yang Li sat on the desk, staring at Bruce, "Look... I really miss you."

Although you look grumpy, gloomy, and far worse than you sounded on the phone, you are not even different from those "crazy" people in the hospital.

They look at each other.

Yang Li's smile is a bit intriguing.

"Bruce Wayne."

He read slowly.

"Today's headline is yours..."

And a beautiful lady.

They look good.

Yang Li and Bruce looked at each other.

The situation suddenly reversed.

"This handsome and fun-loving Mr. Gotham Prince...are you lying to me?"

He kicked Bruce's chair lightly. "If you think I shouldn't be angry...then your anger is unreasonable?"

He doesn't really feel anything.

But I did feel Bruce's unhappiness.

He couldn't understand the subtle feelings of people in the 21st century - he just tried to exchange rationally.

The two of them stalemate for a while.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"...Please come in."

"My lord—it's not Wayne's hospitality to have guests but not arrange for me to prepare them."

"Probably because this guest is also considered an unexpected visitor." Bruspi stabbed nonchalantly.

"Oh, what a pity, I have prepared desserts, but you have eaten too much sweets recently, sir, so you may not be able to enjoy them..."

"……let it go."

"It seems that my craftsmanship has not regressed..."

"Are you Alfred? Oh, I heard Bruce mention you."

"My honor—Master, is the circus still going to go today? If you want to go, you can start now, if you don't want to watch the last show."

Bruce stared at Yang Li for a while.

"...Go, book another ticket for me."

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