I'm surviving in a love game

Hoshimiya Shiori tried calling the system a few more times, but there was no response.

The fingertips of her fingertips that were holding the pen turned white due to the force, but her depression did not last long. She was never the type of person who would be devoured by despair.So she quickly integrated the existing clues, wrote down a series of fragmented words such as "disturbance object" and "supernatural power space" in the blank space of the notebook, and scribbled and corrected them again, and finally typed in "disturbance object" a big circle.

These things are definitely not without reason, but the connection between everything is too ethereal and weak.

It's better to guess from the motive at the beginning, what is the relationship between this incident and the carjacking last time...?

Hoshimiya Shiori was halfway through her thoughts when the get out of class bell rang on time. The teacher left after assigning homework with the lesson plan in his hands. The classroom became lively in an instant. , Gathered into small groups one after another.

And amidst the bustle, the most out of place person is Ayatsuji Pedestrian, which was expected by Shiori Hoshimiya. She closed her notebook and tidied up the not-so-messy desktop. Feeling nervous about having to talk to Ayatsuji pedestrians.

"Shiori Shiori, I recently discovered a very interesting software."

One second before she acted, a female voice broke through the noisy background and entered her ears directly, followed by a sinking of her shoulders and an arm reaching up.

A cute girl with short hair with a light chestnut mushroom head handed the mobile phone in front of her. On it was a software entry interface, with black as the background and English letters with dim green light floating in the center——

"Jungle"

The girl flicked the screen with her thumb, and introduced to Shiori Hoshigong familiarly: "This is a newly released app. There are many novel games in it, and there are group chats and the like. The most important thing is Also... the terminal will not be locked when this spp is installed in class."

The reflective phone screen reflected Hoshimiya Shiori's thoughtful face, she smiled at the girl, even though she had no impression of the person in front of her, and said: "It does look interesting, I'll download it right away .” The girl originally wanted to show Shiori Hoshinomiya her achievements in the jungle, but was called to the office by another classmate.

"Then I'll go to the office first. You download and register first. If you don't understand anything, just ask me." She left such a sentence before leaving.

Hoshimiya Shiori nodded, opened the software store after she left, and started downloading Jungle, at the same time, she glanced at Ayatsuji Xingren.

It's so embarrassing, this kind of inexplicable campus plot, it's been a long time since she walked the campus plot last time, she was screening the topics of conversation in her heart.

But every time I think of one, it will be rejected.

You're going to die at the step of talking, right? !

Hoshimiya Shiori glanced at the clock hanging above the blackboard, there were still a few minutes before class, and if she didn't seize the opportunity now, she would have to wait for another class.She eventually pulled out a workbook from a stack of books, um, math?Well the decision is what it is.

So she held the workbook and went to his desk, coughed: "Yan Tsuji, I'm not very good at some topics, can you teach me?"

The boy who was reading a book half raised his head upon hearing the sound, and looked at her who was half bent.

Even though she was the one looking down, she still felt the feeling of looking down from him.

It is normal for Ayatsuji pedestrians to ignore her and refuse her request. She was already mentally prepared, but the other party was unexpectedly easy to talk, and said in a flat voice, "Bring me the exercise book."

Hoshimiya Shiori took advantage of the situation and pulled her chair over, sat upright on the side, and carefully looked at his side face.He picked up the pen, turned his head to look at her seemingly unintentionally, and tapped the inside page of the exercise book with his index finger, "Which questions or all?"

"Ah, just these few questions." She casually pointed to a few final questions.

He looked at the questions, took out the draft paper that was pressed underneath, and wrote down a series of calculation formulas with a pen.

"This is the first solution." He said, leaving a little space under the answer, and wrote a "2" in a circle, "Next is the second solution."

He was very silent during the whole process of solving the problem, or for him this is the correct way to talk about the problem.

Even as a detective, Ayatsuji pedestrians are extremely disliked telling others all the reasoning step by step. All he needs to do is to come up with the answers that ordinary people need to work hard to come up with after the brain is highly functioning.

Has the Ayatsuji pedestrian in front of him lost his supernatural powers?

The soft golden hair brushed the end of his eyebrows, under the thick eyelashes was a pair of eyes that were staring at the exercises without emotion, blinking occasionally, the black eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly.

"Besides the title, what else do you want to ask?" He asked while writing, keeping his head down, as if prying into other people's hearts was just a very common thing for him, "Do you want to ask?" Yes, it’s not a topic at all.”

Hoshimiya Shiori froze, her back was still straight, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she said, "I'm just curious about Ayatsuji-san."

"Curiosity?" he repeated, half-sarcastically, "Then I hope you can put your insignificant but excessive curiosity on the topic."

"Curiosity is beyond human control."

"This is for you."

Because she was so close that she could hear the rustling sound of his mechanical pencil as it slid across the paper.

"How did Ayatsuji deduce that I'm actually interested in you?" Without waiting for Ayatsuji pedestrian to answer, she automatically continued the second half of the sentence, "Let me infer it too."

"I haven't turned over the exercise book at all, and I have looked at it several times before, and I have no interest in the answer..."

"This is the last solution." He interrupted Xinggong Shiori, put the draft paper in her exercise book, closed the book, and stuffed it into her arms. Just at this time, the class bell rang, and seeing this She didn't continue the topic anymore.

After returning to her seat, the jungle she had downloaded earlier had been automatically installed, and the registration interface was displayed on the phone screen. She entered her name, and then deleted it after a few seconds. The cursor flickered, and she finally entered the blank box Entered -

"Dazai Osamu"

Jungle is essentially a beautifully packaged surveillance software, and she can't guarantee that using her own name will attract the attention of the Green King.

So still...

Use a pseudonym.

The author has something to say:

In fact, imagine the scene of the boy 010 giving you a lecture, with his slender and well-articulated hands, his lips pursed unconsciously, and at the end he asks you "will you?"

Shasha

Grandpa's tears flowed from his mouth

I’m going to apply for a visa again today, woo woo woo woo I hope I can pass (put your hands together)