Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

The cold wind blows the white scarf around Zhang Liangshao's neck to the back of his head.

Song Wenyao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you sure?"

Zhang Liangshao held the doll between his elbows, put his hands together in front of his chest, "Please!"

The teenager beside him looked at him for a while with those blue eyes, then moved his eyes away from the corners of his eyes, "Then let's go."

"Ah, please, young master, I really, really want to go... huh? Answer... Agreed!?" Zhang Liangshao has obeyed the drive of inertia and started acting like a baby.

"Hey, young master, you are so kind!" Zhang Liangshao raised his lips and smiled, and was about to give Song Wenyao a loving hug, but was slapped away by the latter's palm.

"Don't post it!"

……

"Master! This way!" Zhang Liangshao ran to the ticket gate and showed the electronic ticket to the ticket inspector there.

Because the two of them are VIP tickets, there is no need to queue up, which is very convenient.

Song Wenyao walked over unhurriedly with his pockets in his pockets, and then opened his light screen from the light brain under the watchful eye of the female ticket inspector.

"Well, a VIP ticket, that's right." The woman in the ticket inspector uniform smiled at him, "Welcome to visit Factory No. 45, remember, there are no real people in the factory except you, please be careful, don't take it lightly." Be deceived by appearance."

"..." Song Wenyao frowned, and took a meaningful look at the flashing LED light on the woman's chest and the black slit on her neck.

Is it the cosplayer who became the bionic person or...

"Master, what are you doing? It's our turn!" Zhang Liangshao's voice came from afar.

Song Wenyao put his hands back into his pockets, turned around, and walked into the door that was so deep that it seemed to swallow all the light.

The mechanically controlled electronic door closed slowly behind him, making a long sound.

The light cut off.

"Wow, I didn't expect it to be a warehouse inside."

There is not even a lamp inside the door, only the afterglow of the setting sun shining in from the gray skylight can barely illuminate.

Zhang Liangshao turned on the night patrol mode with ease, hugged the big bear, and glanced left and right with a curious face.

From the outside, I thought that such a large factory should have several floors, but when I went inside, I found out that it was a warehouse with a steel structure.

Well, how should I put it, there are layers upon layers of abandoned bionics on a hill, dust floating in the sun, old and damaged skin, metallic brilliance, godless eyes, splicing aesthetics... It's kind of cyberpunk. retro feeling?

Click.

Zhang Liangshao stepped on his feet and lowered his head subconsciously.

A bionic man who was pressed at the bottom raised his face lying on the ground, revealing half of his naked eyeballs.

"Save... help me..."

Zhang Liangshao stared at two dead fish eyes, "Sorry."

"Sorry, idiot, it's just a pile of scrap iron." Song Wenyao walked over him expressionlessly and walked to the front.

What a cold-blooded, ruthless and poisonous tongue, Zhang Liangshao thought.

"Wait, master, it's not easy to walk here, let's hold hands!" He trotted up.

Song Wenyao had already stopped in front.

"There is no way..." Zhang Liangshao stopped beside him and looked around.

The doors to the warehouse were closed, without any apparent passage around, and the windows opened at an unattainable height.

and so……

"Do you mean to let us climb over?"

Zhang Liangshao looked at the countless broken steel bodies in front of him.

"Tch!" Song Wenyao glanced at the obstacle in front of him with disgust, "Absolutely not!"

Even the highest level is used, it seems that I really don't want it, I don't mean it.

"You're here, at least go in and have a look." Zhang Liangshao walked up to Song Wenyao, knelt down, "Master, come up."

"what are you doing?"

"I'll carry you." Zhang Liangshao said calmly, "How can these dirty things defile the young master's body?"

"...don't be so disgusting."

"Don't worry, young master, I'm very strong~" Zhang Liangshao turned his head and gave him a "put it on me" smile.

"You still worry about the doll in your hand, don't bring it into my bedroom without disinfecting it a hundred times after you go back."

Huh?Didn't you say before you don't let him see it when you get home... It turns out that you can still take it into the bedroom after washing it?

Halfway through Zhang Liangshao's thought, his face was covered by the oncoming coat.

Song Wenyao took off his coat and only wore a white shirt and a gray woolen vest. Frowning, he clung to the flailing limbs of the robots making strange groans, and climbed up with a stinky face.

Ah, the innocent boy who was ruthlessly ravaged by a tentacle-type monster...

The copy is available here.

Zhang Liangshao saw this scene as soon as he tore off the coat from his face, he helped Bojiang hold the coat and the booty, thinking without conscience.

"What are you doing in a daze, come up, if you lose track, I'll leave you here."

In a blink of an eye, Song Wenyao had already climbed to the top. At this moment, he turned his head slightly, stepped on a pile of stumped limbs and stood at the place closest to the sun, looking down at the bionic man Eleven below. radians.

"Master, don't scare me!" Zhang Liangshao grumbled while baring his two small canine teeth, rolled up his coat and threw it up, followed by the teddy bear in his hand.

Song Wenyao stretched out his hands to catch the two objects firmly one by one, and then watched his little follower take a few steps back, and ran up like a nimble monkey stepping on those objects without using his hands much.

"Wow, sure enough, the entrance is here."

Zhang Liangshao looked at the dark tunnel ahead.

This "hill" just blocks the arch of the tunnel, but it can be clearly seen from the "top of the mountain".

"Let's go!" He took the bear, waited for Song Wenyao to put on his coat, then slowly slid down the slope, stood below with his head raised and his hands outstretched.

"Be careful where you step."

"Crap!"

In order to avoid his "embrace", Song Wenyao deliberately leaned to the side when he was about to land, but accidentally tripped over the outstretched thigh of a bionic man and fell towards the concrete floor beside him.

His pupils shrank and he closed his eyes.

"Ah... it hurts..."

A piece of softness was touched in front of him, and someone's painful groan came from above his head. Song Wenyao slowly opened his eyes, and met a pair of big blue eyes.

Hugging Bear: ...

Song Wenyao: "..."

"Master, are you all right?"

Zhang Liangshao held Little Bear's armpit with both hands and fixed it on his chest, and lay under him.

Has always been a naive and simple, ignorant expression, this NO.11...

"No." Song Wenyao stood up and patted the dust on his palms (actually not, he even had his hands on the doll).

"That's good." Zhang Liangshao also stood up, "This bear saved the young master's life, the young master can't despise it anymore."

Song Wenyao didn't look at the bear, but turned his gaze to the back of Zhang Liangshao's head.

I just heard a "boom"...

"you……"

"Huh?" Zhang Liangshao opened his big eyes and looked at him innocently.

……never mind.

Song Wenyao turned his head, "Let's go."

"Oh well."

Zhang Liangshao turned his head and looked behind him.

"Is this... a train?"

That's right, in the dark tunnel, there is actually a train car parked.

Zhang Liangshao lowered his head, and the gravel under his feet rolled down, revealing a corner of the buried railway track.

The two walked into the train carriage.

It was very dark in the car, and there was no one there.

Zhang Liangshao and Song Wenyao occupied a bench and sat facing each other.

The car body shook, and the train started spontaneously.

"Welcome aboard the...ZiZi...Factory 45 commuter train."

A man's voice came out of the speaker in the car, probably because of the aging of the line, the voice was intermittent and not very clear.

"This car stops at... the office area, the simulation... area, and the mechanical assembly area. The stop time at each station is relatively short. Passengers who have not arrived at the station are welcome..."

A series of tunnel wall advertisements flashed outside the window, like some product introductions arranged before the factory was abandoned, and they were not taken down in time.

As the train gradually accelerates, the static picture becomes coherent, gradually showing the dynamics.

The bionic person in the advertisement is a girl the same age as Zhang Liangshao. She has long, smooth black hair and some baby fat on her face. She looks very innocent and cute. The pattern of the LED light on her chest is a heart. Facing the carriage, he smiled and held out his hand.

Zhang Liangshao put together the words that appeared next to her.

let's get up and go home

The train stopped slowly, and the light box behind the glass beside Song Wenyao flickered and then went dark.

Zhang Liangshao noticed that the position where the portrait of the girl should have changed abruptly at the last moment, and it looked like a bionic human head with its internal structure exposed.

He squinted his eyes, and before he could look carefully, he was pulled over by Song Wenyao who suddenly stood up in front of him.

Just as Zhang Liangshao was about to ask, he heard crazy slapping sounds from the glass behind him.

"Take me away! Take me away!"

"Take us out of this ghost place!"

Countless bionics in ragged clothes rushed to the edge of the platform, most of them were wearing uniforms at work, and the LED lights on some of them had turned yellow with low battery or even red on the verge of shutdown. Behind the crowd, there are countless bionics who fell to the ground or leaned against the pillars and stopped working.

A radical releaser smashed the glass with a red fire ax that came from nowhere, leaving tiny bump marks in the center of the blast-proof glass. Looking carefully, the glass near the platform It is full of scratches and dents, and I don't know how many rounds of games it can last.

Zhang Liangshao turned his head and looked at the boy standing beside him.

Song Wenyao just watched the scene outside the window quietly, the cold light on the platform depicted his cold brows.

The train door has never been opened from the beginning to the end. This train is like a moving window. People outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out. They appreciate each other's world.

The train stopped for a while at this place called "office area" and then restarted.

There were harsh sounds of hard objects colliding and metal being rolled over from the front of the car, but the car only vibrated a few times, then slowly accelerated as always, leading them to the unknown underground.

No one mentioned what the obstacle in the front of the car was.

Amidst the buzzing and roaring wind, a heavy and sticky atmosphere finally emerged.