Net King Simulation Game

The soft, light, pure white space like being in the clouds, the pure and comfortable environment, makes people feel very relaxed in the bottom of their hearts, as if they have abandoned their bodies, so warm and comfortable——in other words, this situation Could it be the legendary Buddha?

I complained secretly, but relied on this feeling and refused to leave.

I really want to go on like this.

It's a pity that the sky didn't come true. Since just now, there has been something echoing around, buzzing, inaudible, very noisy, very annoying, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. I want to do something. Stop this annoying sound.Consciousness drives me to raise my hand and swing it out vigorously.

Snapped!A crisp sound, very good, the world is quiet.

I hooked the corners of my lips in satisfaction, retracted my hand, adjusted a comfortable posture, and continued to indulge in the warm white ocean.

Well, that's great.

After a few more seconds, I vaguely recalled the episode just now, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong, the palm of my hand still faintly retained the temperature of the object I just touched, warm, and that slippery familiarity If I guess correctly, it must be a part of someone's body, and I vaguely came to the conclusion that I probably accidentally hit someone like last time...

Wake up instantly.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and what gradually became clear was my front desk, Rijiruo's cold and handsome face as before, but now with a hint of blackness, but still handsome and heroic.The two are so close that I can almost see the fine hairs on his face, the sound of his shallow breathing, and even feel the temperature of his breath—everything seems so ambiguous to outsiders, but now I pay attention to That's not the point - if you look closely, you'll find a suspicious pale pink palm imprint on the left cheek under the black air.Recalling the crisp sound just now, which was a coincidence, I moved my hand over in a daze, and compared it.

Rijiruo let me move without stopping, and my shadow was reflected in a pair of cold eyes——no, this is not the time for sensuality.

Continue to reach out and compare...

—It fit perfectly.

=Dish=! ! !

Nima Kongsang, I really hit someone again!

This is my first reaction.

At this moment, I finally felt hot or cold or surprised or curious gazes projected from all directions, and I suddenly came back to my senses, and only then did I notice the environment I was in now.

This is the gym.

If I remember correctly, it seems that the Student Representative Council is holding a school-wide meeting. More than 1000 people are crowded in the gymnasium, sitting on the cold floor to listen to the discussion report and the appointment of the Student Council. The process is long and boring. And boring.Because each class is divided into two rows of men and women, coincidentally, Rijiruo just happened to be sitting next to me, and would chat with me from time to time, and I, for some reason, just leaned on the shoulder of this beautiful boy Fell asleep!

Now, it seems that the meeting is about to end. I thought that Rijiruo wanted to wake me up and go back to the classroom together, but I didn't know the good people and instead slapped him in a daze.It is very kind of the young man to borrow his shoulder for me to use it for a few hours without saying a word, instead of just pushing it away. In the end, I still...

It's over now, probably a lot of people have seen it—look at Miyamoto Saki's ghostly expression that almost swallowed me alive.

I hid my face with my hands in dismay.

I really didn't mean to.

Walking on the way to the classroom, I didn't dare to look up, for fear that if I didn't pay attention, I might meet a pair of sad, resentful, or dead eyes—please don't doubt the charm of Prince Riji.Although he usually looks cold and unwilling to talk, he is actually very popular. At least his face is quite attractive. You must know that human beings have always been visual animals.

I'm confessing, really.

Maybe I should really be thankful that the quality of the Bingdi girls is much better than that described by other people, at least they didn't just jump out and point at my nose and yell at me, right?

"Aoi-san?" A familiar voice was heard in the crowded crowd, and I looked along the source of the sound, and found an extremely conspicuous target obliquely ahead - it was Hocho Taro, who stopped and greeted me with a smile.In other words, don't you think the current situation is inappropriate to do such a thing?

I smiled and responded to the boy who was specially parallel to me with all kinds of eyes: "Feng Jun." I tried to tell everyone with the calmest attitude and the purest eyes - we are just acquaintances, just a pure classmate relationship, we are just doing very daily things Greetings, so please don't accuse me of infidelity with eyes of "two feet on two boats" and "ah, the rumors are true".

The tall gentle boy continued to talk to me in his gentle voice, forgetting where he read the information, saying that this guy was actually an unconscious natural black: "Are you okay, just now in the gym..." I changed my face in an instant, why should I be reminded of this incident?Seeing that my expression was not good, as if he sensed his slip of the tongue, he hurriedly waved his hands, "Well, I didn't mean that, I mean..."

I cut off what he was about to say, and if I let him go on I'd be crushed.

"I see, you don't need to say anything." I waved my hand weakly, and invisible black resentment surrounded me.

"Are you okay?"

He frowned and looked at me, his pure eyes were full of worry, "You look very unspirited? Are you not in good health?" As he spoke, he might have thought that his terrifying serve had once hit me. As for my state after that, he himself panicked first, and the girls in all classes who have been paying attention to the situation here have an ugly face.

I sighed deeply, and I always feel that the number of sighs has been several times more than usual recently: "Okay, I'm in the classroom, see you later, Feng Jun."

"Oh, bye..."

There is still a class meeting to be held before get out of class is officially over. Although it is not an important matter, it is still necessary to listen to what should be listened to.

I looked at Rijiruo, whose face was dark all the way, and stuck out my tongue secretly—this guy probably still hates my slap.Also, anyone who slaps someone inexplicably under the watchful eyes of the public will feel ashamed, let alone a vigorous and athletic boy.

I deliberately observed the head teacher who was immersed in the class meeting, very good, didn't notice this side, and then poked at the front desk that seemed to be listening carefully to the above speech while taking notes, and got the response from him asking back, so he dawdled Stepping forward, he put on a flattering smile, "Well, Hiji, I didn't mean it just now, I'm sorry." Hearing this, he just glanced over, turned his head and continued with what he was doing.

I observed his expression carefully, and felt uncomfortable, so I leaned forward again: "Riji, are you still angry?"

He turned his head away: "No."

"That's being angry."

"You think too much."

He seemed helpless, but that expression didn't look fake, it was really not angry.

"Then why do you keep this expression?" I pretended to be dissatisfied and complained, paused, I observed his somewhat gloomy face, and guessed, "You seem to be troubled, what happened?"

"It's nothing." He turned his head again, as if he didn't want to say more.

I poked his seemingly thin back: "Hey, if you have something to say, you have to say it directly. If you don't say it, you know what's on your mind." Da Mensao was one.

After a long time, there was a low and inaudible "hmm" from the front, which was really a big rant.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Miyamoto Saki's calm and expressionless face obliquely in front of me, and I suddenly remembered a sentence - a jealous woman is more terrifying than a devil.No matter how simple and heartless it is, once it is stained with black, bleach will not be able to wash it off.

perhaps……

Maybe I should avoid getting too close with Hiyoshiruo, the existence of Miyamoto Saki reminded me, which reminded me of my position in Ice Empress - a commoner, a misfit commoner, a man with an impure purpose , civilians trying to get close to the gods in their minds, an eyesore.I am their hindrance, in order to protect my powerless self, I can only retreat.I only hope that my appropriate concessions will not lead to their insatiable advances - the conclusions of many time-traveling female seniors.

I told Hijiruo my thoughts, of course I only said part of it. Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask too much. He was also very busy. The seniors gradually retired, and the matters related to the tennis club began to be handed over to them. In the hands of the second-year regular pick——this is probably what bothered him.

No one will focus on someone who has no reason without reason.

It's just a pity, Rijiruo and I get along quite well, although we can't stop talking, but I have already actively distanced ourselves from each other.

It takes a lot of courage to ignore other people's opinions. At least, I can't do it. Now I have no power or power. I don't want to use my weak eggshell to seek death.

The reality is that.

As for Miyamoto Saki, after the incident, she was completely calm, as if nothing had happened, so calm that it made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.She was giggling, just like usual, but her friend Haruka Matsudo, who didn't like me at first, became even more impatient with me after this time.

As usual, after school, I was dragged to the tennis club to watch the beautiful boys. Before I could stand still, I saw someone rushing in the direction of the bush where I was standing last time, followed by a series of short "touch-pop" The sound effect, the man was knocked to the ground by the sudden tennis ball, and he didn't even have time to make a sound.

The crowd was noisy.

I looked at the man lying on the ground motionless, and I felt very grateful in my heart.Looking at the man's clothes, it seems that he belongs to the baseball club next door. He probably hit the ball here and ran to pick it up, and that happened.

At that moment, I had only one thought - thank God, it wasn't me who was unlucky this time.

At this time, Miyamoto Saki leaned close to my ear and said lightly

——That's why Sora-chan, don't go where I can't see you.

—— Sora-chan has to obediently stay by my side.

--otherwise……

Looking at her pure as ice smile, I shuddered.