Net King Simulation Game

I won't speculate about the real purpose of Sakakitaro's trip. Souji's father returned late that night, at least he didn't see anyone before I fell asleep.

After coming here, due to the family situation, the only entertainment at home was the semi-old TV in the living room, no computer, no mobile phone, so after finishing my daily homework, I also developed the habit of going to bed early.

After spending the night peacefully, it was already the next morning when I woke up again.

Under the effect of the biological clock, I got up early as usual to make breakfast and lunch for two. When I was almost ready to call Zongci's father to get up and eat, I suddenly remembered that today is a holiday.

Since the school festival has always been held on weekends, in order not to let the students be too much affected by the joyous atmosphere of the previous day, we decided to make Monday a supplementary holiday as a buffer. In other words, there are no classes today, plus work in the afternoon It's usually after school, so I'm free until 3 o'clock.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered some snacks I brought back yesterday, and quickly took out the stored items from the old refrigerator that had begun to fade, and picked out a few of them, and reheated the items in a short time over again.

And when I got everything done, Zongci's father had already walked out of the room with his big satchel, and habitually sat in his own seat after washing.

It wasn't until later that he realized: "Akong, why are you still here? You're going to be late for class!" As he spoke, he was about to pick up my schoolbag, but after looking for it for a long time, he couldn't find anything, so he turned around and rushed upstairs. Busy stop him.

"It's okay, today is a holiday, eat your food well."

I rested my chin and quietly watched the man at the table eating.According to the usual practice, I was about to go out when I got up. We almost never had a good breakfast together. Not to mention lunch, we were always at school, and I was the only one for dinner. I have never seen him like this, I feel like I have forgotten his appearance.

"What's the matter?" Sensing my attention, he raised his head in doubt, and I shook my head, signaling him to leave me alone.He was still a little worried, he lowered his head, took two bites and looked at me, and then continued to eat when he found that there was nothing unusual, but his movements were a little stiff.

I don't know what he's thinking at the moment. Facing me, a stranger who robbed her daughter's body, he may be helpless or sad, but he can only swallow his anger.

Yes, he knew everything, from the beginning.

Disgusting thoughts aside, I love again the man whose attention is in front of me.

In fact, Zongci's father looks good. I have seen the photo album at home. The man in it is much younger than the one in front of me. He has the youthful vitality of his age and expectations for the future. He is very dazzling and handsome.But now he is old that doesn't match his age. He should have black hair with a few silver hairs, but if he shaves off his beard and tidies it up, he is still an old handsome guy. Sakakitaro is slightly worse than that.

In fact, I have always had doubts. I was thinking that since Yuanshen's mother was originally close to the children of the rich family for the so-called "Yuzhiyu" throne, according to her impression of her stubborn and stubborn character, no matter how you look at it, it is not up to the mark. The type whose purpose is not to stop, otherwise she would not forget to teach her daughter how to use a woman herself to attract a man's attention after giving birth to Yuan...

So can I think that she is actually very experienced, and she has succeeded at least once... I thought blackly, and suddenly thought of another question.

——If Yuanshen's mother has already succeeded, then what is going on with Yuanshen and Zongji's father now?What happened to the debt that was originally borrowed for medical treatment?

Suddenly, I thought of something, and a lot of black lines poured down from the top of my head.

Isn't it so bloody?

Thinking of this, my eyes never left the person in front of me.

Perhaps in order to rush to work, Zongci’s father’s eating speed is not slow. The food on the table disappears at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just when I was in a daze, a large bowl of steaming hot food was originally slow. Most of the rice porridge had been silently wiped out by the other party, but no matter how you look at it, Zongci's father did not eat as he imagined, and the various gestures he made in a hurry were not vulgar but indecent. Indescribably extravagant, it can be seen that he is actually well-bred, and something else can be seen from his inadvertent movements.

With a move in my heart, I opened my mouth to ask something. The man opposite had already finished his breakfast and got up habitually to clear the table.

I stood up: "Dad, let me do it."

After several months of getting along, I have become very used to calling out my original father's title to other men, but the man still seems not used to it, and the action of cleaning up the dishes inadvertently froze, "It's okay, just wash the dishes, don't delay time."

I stretched out my hand to stop his movement: "It's okay, anyway, I'm off today," said without a doubt and snatched the things in his hand, I turned around and put the things into the kitchen, with my back to the man who was still standing by the table at a loss , "Hey, Dad, there is actually one thing I have been wondering about, I think I will take this rare opportunity today to ask, after all, I don't usually see you."

The man's slightly dry voice came from behind, probably because of being too tired. The man's voice was a little rusty, as if it had been worn down by something: "What, what?"

The strangeness of the man was obvious, but I pretended I didn't see it, and continued with the work in hand: "At the beginning, why did you send me to the Bingdi?"

"Mom's request?"

"Or something else?"

The man kept silent, and I was not in a hurry. I turned on the faucet and put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink to soak them in the water. I took out the dish soap and slowly opened the lid. The smell of lemon came out of the bottle, which was not pungent. , feel very comfortable.Through the kitchen window, you can see that the light outside is already very bright. Many pedestrians hurried past with their belongings, and disappeared at the corner of the street after a while. The old people also walked out of their homes and walked towards the small park on the other side of the street. go.The little bird skimmed over the eaves and disappeared with a swoosh.

The people behind remained silent, either because they didn't want to say it, or because they didn't know what to say.

He looked very embarrassed.

I couldn't help squinting my eyes halfway. The light outside the window refracted from the glass and projected into my eyes, which was a bit dazzling.

Forget it, I was just asking.

Thinking of this, I said without turning my head: "I'm going to be late for work, the lunch box is ready, by the way, there is also a soup cup for you, don't forget to drink the tonic soup in it." As usual , I will tell him this every time before going out, because work is often very busy, sometimes he will forget the hot soup in the cup.I don't want him to waste it again.

There was still no sound behind him, the surroundings were as quiet as if he was in a no-man's land, he could only vaguely hear the noise gradually sounding outside, and the clang and crisp sound of washing dishes at hand.

After a long time, just when I thought no one was there, the man spoke up.His voice seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time. It was low and dry, as if it would bleed out in the next second.

He said, "Akong, this matter, I..."

I ignored his words, placed the washed dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard above my head one by one, turned around and wiped my hands clean.

"Why are you still here? If you don't leave, you'll be really late." As he spoke, he grabbed the bento and soup cup that had been put aside and stuffed them into his arms, and then pushed him out the door without giving him a chance to speak.

I admit that I did it on purpose. What I said is not inappropriate in the eyes of others, but the deep meaning in it is probably known by men themselves.

Maybe I shouldn't ask that question, no matter what position or identity I am, I am not suitable. I am just a strange thing that occupies someone else's body and will disappear at some point.

I really shouldn't be curious, nor should I maliciously speculate, even if he really has something.

Anyway, I've done too much.

Hope he doesn't think too much about it.

After driving people out of the house, I turned around and entered the room, pulled out an old cardboard box from under the bed, squatted on the ground, stared at the box in a daze.

This was brought here when I first moved, and almost all the things that belonged to me that I could bring with me in the place where I lived were almost all here.

To be precise, it belongs to the original body, it is her own memory, but not mine.

There are not many things, tennis rackets, diaries, and other sundries are necessary for crossing.

When it comes to tennis, Yuanshen has already learned it, but since I came here I haven't touched it once, it seems a bit wasteful.

Someday, go try it.

Make a decision, push the cardboard box back under the bed, and start thinking about how to spend a boring morning.

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