Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Song Wenyao opened his eyes, and above his head was a gorgeous crystal lamp.

The diamond-shaped crystals connected in series by golden long chains reflect the sparkling sunlight outside the window, and the crisp sound of birdsong comes from the distant window.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

With a crisp crunching sound, the person sitting on the bay window took a bite of the juicy red apple in his hand, and the dagger in the other hand twirled a flower skillfully at his fingertips.

Song Wenyao turned over and stepped out of bed, walked to the edge of the bay window, and looked at the stylishly dressed young man.

"I just came back from an announcement, but you were still asleep." The young man bent one knee and turned his head sideways. The sun cast a bright spot on his side face.

He cut a piece from the apple with his dagger and handed it to the visitor.

"Eat, Sleeping Beauty?"

Song Wenyao didn't lean over, but looked at that person and said.

"Li Xiao."

The young man froze for a moment, and raised a very contagious and lively smile, "Why, can't you recognize it?"

Song Wenyao didn't respond, but looked at the side mirror.

Platinum blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a black-gold military uniform.

Lucifer Gard, the name popped into his mind.

He said in a positive tone, "I'm in a dream."

"So what, who stipulated that you can't eat apples in your dreams."

Li Xiao shook the tip of the knife.

"..."

Song Wenyao turned his head sideways, looked down at the piece of flesh, and stood there without moving.

"Okay...you are bigger than me now, and you still refuse to eat." The young man withdrew his hand and bit the flesh on the dagger.

He put down the dagger, and there was a little evil in his upward glance. He suddenly propped up his body and knelt up on the bay window, then grabbed the collar of the person in front of him and pulled it in front of him.

The bright red tongue tip sent the piece of sweet flesh into Song Wenyao's mouth smartly, and the sweet juice was smeared between the lips along with the exchange of body fluid...

The apple with just one bite rolled onto the wooden floor...

Li Xiao's magical hands slowly loosened the neckline of the man in front of him, and then climbed along his neck to the back of his head, sinking deeply into his blond hair.

Song Wenyao looked at the expression on the face of the person who was close at hand, slowly closed his eyes, and gradually raised the hand hanging by his side...

"Your Majesty..."

The melodious and melodious cry is like a warbler's cry.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the young man in front of him was dressed in red, lying on the golden dragon table, his face was beautiful, and his skin was as white as snow.

"Your Majesty just said that you don't want to eat..." The man raised his toes and lightly touched the beautifully embroidered mythical beast Suzaku on Song Wenyao's chest, which was about to fly.

Song Wenyao leaned back following his movements, and sat on the throne behind him.

"Aifei..."

"My lord..." Dan Yan slowly raised her body, "This concubine misses you very much."

"Didn't you promise your concubine that if you see me in the next life, you will definitely fall in love with me?"

"But the concubine waited and waited, but still haven't seen the king?"

The face of the beauty in red was stained with a trace of poignant sadness.

"Could it be that Wang... has fallen in love with someone else?"

"solitary……"

A black youth in a white uniform flashed in Song Wenyao's mind, but he couldn't explain it anymore.

Dan Yan raised her head and looked behind him.

"Look, the pear blossoms outside the window are blooming."

Song Wenyao followed his gaze and turned his head, the warmth behind him quietly disappeared, leaving only an ethereal lingering sound.

"Do you still remember my name..."

name……

Song Wenyao stood in an empty snow field, looking around the wreckage of weapons.

Where did the pear blossoms come from? It's clearly snowing all over the sky.

Right in front of his line of sight, the beauty in red he was looking for was leaning on a black long sword stuck in the ice and snow, the red hair band was fluttering in the wind behind his head, the bright red color was as dim as if stained with blood, Just like the broken sword spikes wrapped around the hilt.

"I said that I will always be here waiting for you." Seeing him appear, the Flame Sword Spirit raised a faint smile as if relieved, and his eyes and eyebrows covered with frost showed signs of thawing, "But you still let me Waited too long."

He stretched out his arms, palms through the icy wind and snow.

Song Wenyao took a few steps forward, stopped two steps away from him, stretched out his hand...

The icebergs in the distance began to collapse, the ground shook, everything melted, and the huge glacier turned into a flood that overwhelmed the two people in the center.

As soon as Song Wenyao grasped that cold hand, he pulled him into his arms, and the next moment, overwhelming water filled the whole world in an instant.

The ground under his feet disappeared, and Song Wenyao half-embraced the person in his arms, swimming in the blue ocean, swimming towards the white light spot directly above.

"call……"

The tension of the water disappeared in an instant, and Song Wenyao led the people to break through the water in one fell swoop, breathing easily in the air.

"Ahem..." The person in his arms coughed twice, raised his hand and pushed back the messy hair in front of his head, revealing a delicate little face.

"Wow, you saved me again." Louis Jon raised his eyebrows, "Do you want me to promise you with your body?"

He squeezed Song Wenyao's shoulders tightly with both hands, leaned close to his face, and raised the corners of his lips viciously, "Let's give artificial respiration for 5 minutes first... Sir Siren King..."

"This time we can't die together, you have to find a way to wake up by yourself."

wake up?

The unfinished words disappeared between lips and teeth.

"Hey...wait...wait...we're still eating." The shoulders were pushed away.

Song Wenyao raised his head, only to see someone wearing a baggy white hoodie sitting on his lap, looking at him with a smile, the black coils were particularly distinct on his slender and fair neck.

"Liangxi?" Song Wenyao asked uncertainly.

"Hmm..." The young man responded, stretched out his fingers and pinched his lower lip casually, and said slowly, "I heard...someone can't cook?"

"..."

"I also like steak, and pudding."

Liang Xi's fingertips ran across the man's lips, peeling off the middle between his lower lip and upper lip, and then let go of his hand, allowing the elastic and full lower lip to bounce back by itself.

"here……"

The young man poked the man's heart with his index finger, and narrowed his narrow eyes, "I was the first one to come, but it turns out... it's the people behind who benefited instead?"

"..."

"Will you make it for me?" He tilted his head, "Or... for him?"

Song Wenyao saw the person sitting across the table from the gap beside his head.

Bionic Twelve? !

Liang Xi jumped down from Song Wenyao's lap, walked slowly to the side of the bionic man with the table, raised his slightly drooping face, and made those dull eyes look at Song Wenyao who was sitting opposite.

"It's just a machine." He raised his eyelids and said in a frivolous tone, "Isn't that what you said?"

"Compared with me, would you rather please such a lifeless, soulless, false thing?"

"Or, are they the ones you fell in love with?"

Suddenly there were a few more guests at the table.

Louis, Li Xiao, Yan Jianling, and Dan Yan appeared on both sides of the bionic Twelve in sequence, sitting upright.

"It's time to make a decision." Liang Xi let go of his hand and let the bionic man lower his head again.

"Choose reality, or illusion?"

"Do you choose the past or the future?"

"Even adults can't be too greedy, which means...you can only choose one of us." Liang Xi rested his elbows on the table and put his head on top of the bionic man's head.

"Make your choice, Song Wenyao."

"..."

The man sat on the other side of the dining table, looking at the six youths in front of him, each with their own merits.

Although the appearance is very different, the personality is also slightly different.

But in the end, those happy and bright smiles, the frowning eyebrows when concentrating, the corners of the lips curling down when they are down...the light in those eyes, and the figure reflected in the eyes.

Always the same.

"I choose you."

He opened his lips slightly, his tone firm.

"A Shao."

Where you are is both real and unreal.

You are in both the past and the future.

twelve……

Shao...

That's the name of someone I love.

Liang Xi was taken aback for a moment, then raised a big smile.

The head under his chin lifted slowly, and the android had the same expression on his face.

"You are right."

The six people sitting at the dining table said in unison.

"We are one person, one soul."

At some point, the food on the dining table emitted green light spots, which turned into square pixels, and then turned into black, gradually spreading towards the surroundings.

Song Wenyao stood in the void, looking at the bionic man in white uniform opposite him.

"Thank you for trusting me." The bionic man was smiling, "But you are in great danger."

"The enemy may be someone you don't expect..."

"So, please be careful."

Song Wenyao opened his eyes.

The sun shines in from the window, bright.

Feeling the person in his arms move slightly, he slowly propped up his body and raised his head.

The bionic man buried in his chest was still in a dormant state, holding him with one arm, sleeping peacefully.

Song Wenyao just stared at him, with ups and downs of emotion in his eyes.

After a while, he scooped up the doll bear behind Zhang Liangshao with his long arm, and slowly stuffed it into the gap under his arm that was on his waist. Then he turned sideways and got off the bed lightly.

He came upstairs to the studio in his pajamas.

The studio that was still a mess yesterday has been cleaned up, the floor and walls are clean, except for the picture frame that is so stained that it cannot be seen as it was before, there is no difference from before.

Song Wenyao walked to the wall, glanced at the portrait, then raised his head, and took off the red and black abstract painting hanging on the wall.

The frame feels new to the touch, having just been replaced.

He walked by the table, picked up tools and took apart the framed picture.

The wooden frame and glass were removed, and Song Wenyao picked up the painting and turned it over.

It's still the same little poem, written by him.

In an unknown eternal world

distorted by the mirror of day

tonight in a vague dream

on the other side of your wall

who will you be

It's just that there is an extra line of characters written with a vermilion brush at the bottom. The handwriting is correct, and it can be seen that the person who wrote it is extremely serious.

The world has given me precious gifts,

It exists because of you.

You are still dreaming, but it's time to wake up.

I will wait for you outside the wall.

my love.

—— Shao

……

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

Song Wenyao turned the painting back, put it face up on the table, and turned around.

Bionic man No. 8 with LED lights flashing on his chest was standing by the door, retracting the hand that just knocked on the door.

"The master is in the studio, please go and find him."

The bionic man showed a standard smile, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

"I'll be there in a while."

Song Wenyao turned around and put the painting back into the frame, hung it back on the wall, and walked to the door...

But he was stopped by bionic man No. 8.

"Please go and find him immediately."

The woman's tone was calm, her face still had that half-hearted smile on her face.

"alone."

【You are in great danger. 】

【The enemy may be someone you don't expect...】

Song Wenyao recalled the dream just now, glanced at her, and his tone sank.

"Step aside."

The android stood silently for a while, then suddenly turned sideways to make way for the passage.

Song Wenyao glanced at her coldly, walked out of the studio and walked down the stairs.

He returned to the room, changed his clothes, then walked to the closet and opened the top drawer.

still here.

A fully automatic pistol with magazines.

……

He loaded the bullet, then hid the gun in his waist, closed the cabinet door, turned his head and glanced at the bionic youth lying on the bed, hesitated for a while, finally turned and left without waking him up.

This gun was prepared by him early in the morning.

Even Song Yi didn't know.

In fact, he had noticed something wrong in this world a long time ago.

Unreal, unrealistic.

This is a false world, everything is false.

If it wasn't for the appearance of the bionic person Eleven who interrupted his rhythm, perhaps things would have already developed to the present scene.

……

He stood at the door of the underground studio, looking at Song Yi who was sitting on the work chair drinking coffee, his eyes were deep.

"Yaoyao is here." Song Yi waved and patted the chair next to him, "Sit down."

Song Wenyao glanced at the bionic man No. [-] standing at the door, standing still as if the soles of his feet had taken root.

"No. [-], you go to the door and stay there. My son and I will talk alone." Song Yi ordered.

Number Eight left the room, the door closed, and the warning light above turned red.

It was locked.

Song Wenyao turned his head, walked up to Song Yi, and stopped in front of his desk.

"Just say so if you have anything to say."

Seeing his guarded look, Song Yi couldn't help snorting, put the coffee cup on the table, and pretended to relax and chat.

"Twelve still sleeping?"

"..."

Song Wenyao frowned.

"Did you upgrade him while I was away?" Song Yi pouted his chin and gestured to the body of the bionic human Eleven lying on the console in the glass room beside him.

"So what?"

"...At first, it was just a playmate designed to accompany you through childhood. Now that you are an adult, do you still want this little follower who stays with you 24 hours a day?"

"...What exactly do you want to say?"

Song Yi sighed and folded his hands on his belly, "When you replaced bionic person No. 7, did you check her memory?"

"..." Song Wenyao narrowed his eyes, "How do you know?"

Song Yi smiled and didn't answer, but went on to say, "That night, it was actually your bionic man who came to talk to me, and then helped me make a cup of coffee, and was discovered by No. 7."

He raised his eyebrows, "He lied to you."

"For such an abnormal bionic person, do you still want to keep him by your side?"

"He has lost control and is a dangerous time bomb that may explode at any time. Even so, do you still trust him?"

"Still..." Song Yi stretched out his arms, and unfolded the engineering drawings of Bionic Man Twelve between the two of them, and the changed parts were highlighted in red fonts and circles.

The bionics originally didn't have necessary organs, and didn't have necessary senses... but they were presented one by one on this engineering drawing.

Song Yi's tone was a bit subtle, and his eyes were full of scrutiny, "Have you already developed feelings for him that you shouldn't have?"

"..."

The air was silent, and an invisible tension spread in the basement.

Song Wenyao looked at the man in front of him without blinking.

This man, his nominal father, has a vicissitudes and familiar face.

Maybe it's because of the imitation combined with my own memory, even the leadership aura of successful people and high-level society is exactly the same as that of the real world.

"who are you?"

He opened his mouth.

Song Yi tilted his head, showing a dumbfounding expression, "Your technique of changing the subject is a little clumsy, son?"

Song Wenyao was not moved at all.

"Do you know why I keep calling you father?"

"……what?"

"Because I never regarded you as my real father, I just cooperated with you out of courtesy."

"..."

The smile on Song Yi's face slowly faded, and he looked at him puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"Maybe you think you imitated very realistically, but you didn't notice a detail."

Song Wenyao said to himself.

"This is my world. The people who participated in the construction of this world are not only you, but also me. You are just a poor plagiarist and adaptor."

"So, if I want to leave some hidden 'foreshadowing' that is not easy to be discovered by others, you will not be able to discover it at all if you are so careless."

Song Yi frowned, and put on an angry gesture, "If you talk nonsense again, Dad will be angry."

Song Wenyao said the last sentence without haste.

"It is this loophole that exposed yourself."

As soon as the words fell, he ignored the astonished eyes of the person in front of him, pulled out the loaded pistol from his back waist, opened the safety with skillful movements, aimed at the left chest of the person in front of him and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

Zhang Liangshao was awakened by the gunshots.