Forces of Temptation

Xie Xiangyu's reaction was even faster than Nan Zhou's.

He immediately let go of Jiang Fang's arm, strode towards the balcony, slammed into the glass, and jumped straight down from the seventh floor!

Facts have proved that his prediction of the crisis was completely correct.

Nan Zhou had already caught up behind him in an instant, swiping the dagger silently and sharply, but the sharp blade only had time to get a line of blood on it.

The weightless feeling of falling and the cool wind mixed with night dew hit my face.

When there were only three or four meters away from the ground, Xie Xiangyu turned his palm, and a slender black umbrella was stretched out of nowhere in his hand. The tip of the umbrella faced the ground directly, releasing high-frequency sound waves.

The silent sound waves hit the ground briefly and violently, offsetting most of the impact force.

His body was pushed up half a meter by the sound wave.

And with this consumption, the only remaining use of this item is gone.

The moment Xie Xiangyu landed, the black umbrella turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.

With the momentum of his fall, his figure rolled and disappeared completely in the night.

Nan Zhou propped the tip of his dagger between the tiles on the window sill, and stared at the empty night below for a long time.

They guessed right, he thought.

Now Xie Xiangyu can also hide his figure like Sun Guojing who heard the "rustling" sound six times.

But presumably because it's only been heard six times, his existence won't be completely forgotten and erased.

This further verifies that their calculations are correct.

——That power, indeed, determines the order of death according to the order in which the characters they play enter classroom 403.

Therefore, the solution proposed by Qi Tianyun yesterday, re-entering 403 within a certain period of time and disrupting the ordering rules of that force, should have been effective.

...why would it be invalid?

What went wrong?

After successfully breaking away from their sight, Xie Xiangyu did not leave immediately.

He squatted on one knee in the darkness, looking up at Nan Zhou.

Judging from Nan Zhou's eyes wandering back and forth as he lost his specific target, he judged that he was safe.

Xie Xiangyu was about to stand up when he hissed in a low voice.

He reached out to touch his popliteal.

Warm in one hand.

The blade came within an inch of severing his tendons.

Xie Xiangyu pressed his warm palms on his knees, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.

He sat back and said to himself: "Honey, this is too cruel."

...Didn't I just kill you once?

Why bother so much?

Before, he thought that it would be bad if Nan Zhou recognized him.

So he avoided Nanzhou everywhere, and wanted to get rid of him, so as to reduce his worries for the final victory of the game.

But now he wants to change his mind.

If Nan Zhou could become his teammate, it would be really, really, the best thing.

Xie Xiangyu felt that he was not whimsical.

His own advantages are really too prominent.

Because he is the only one who knows the secret of Nanzhou.

Does Jiang Fang know what Nanzhou is?

Would the girl who was with him know?

He must be very lonely, there is no one of his kind, no one who understands him, no one who appreciates his talent.

Ordinary people like Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang would only restrain his abilities and make him clumsily and clumsily perform boring role-playing and house-playing.

Why force yourself to act like an ordinary person?

You are not supposed to be an ordinary person.

The excitement made Xie Xiangyu hot all over, and he couldn't control the arc of his mouth.

He stared at Nan Zhou deeply, until Nan Zhou returned to the dormitory, he still stared and stared for a long time.

He didn't want to move his gaze away, like a giant dragon looking at his occasional treasure.

……

When Nan Zhou returned to the dormitory, Jiang Fang was still leaning on the table with his upper body, moving his shoulders lightly.

This pose makes his waistline look extraordinarily sharp and supple.

Nan Zhou approached, with a calm expression on his face: "Did he hurt you?"

"Well."

Jiang Fang shook his head, and at the same time noticed the residual blood on the tip of the dagger in Nan Zhou's hand: "...the dagger is quite fast."

Nan Zhou turned the blade around and pointed it at the side of his wrist, keeping away from Jiang Fang.

He wrapped Jiang Fang's waist with his other hand, and half hugged him to help him sit down.

Jiang Fang naturally put an arm around Nan Zhou's neck: "Thank you."

Soon, the teacher from the management office received a complaint from the dormitory next door and came up to check the situation.

Jiang Fang said that he bought a new baseball and wanted to go out to play some baseballs with his Chinese friends tomorrow.

Because the friend had never touched baseball, they wanted to practice a little in the dormitory first, but they missed and smashed the glass.

There are good reasons.

Jin Jing's management of international students has always been loose, and Jiang Fang has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and has taken the initiative to promise to spend money to repair the glass.

After the dormitory teacher confirmed that no one was injured, he told Jiang Fang to pay attention to safety, and then turned and left.

Most of this originally fatal turmoil subsided like this.

Only now did Jiang Fang have time to tell the two what happened just now.

Of course, he selectively skipped the time when he had an absolute advantage.

Li Yinhang's back broke out in cold sweat when he heard it.

She thought that in the PVE game mode, people's hearts would be at least a little purer.

But she actually forgot that under the relationship of ranking competition, it is not surprising for anyone to do anything.

For the first time she was thankful that she was about to hear the sixth rustle.

At that time, his sense of existence will be weakened, and Xie Xiangyu may not notice himself.

Although being entangled by that force is equally painful and dangerous, being entangled by a lunatic is even more unreasonable.

Nan Zhou didn't care about Xie Xiangyu.

He said to Jiang Fang, "You look bad."

Hearing this, Li Yinhang took a special look at Jiang Fang's face.

...she didn't see anything.

Jiang Fang's skin was ivory white grown in the high latitudes of the ice and snow, only one lip was full of blood.

Li Yinhang looked left and right, but he couldn't tell where his complexion was bad.

Jiang Fang: "It's okay."

Nan Zhou: "Why didn't you tell me your plan?"

Jiang Fang: "I'm afraid of being overheard. At that time, Xie Xiangyu was probably already by our side."

Nan Zhou: "You can secretly write it on my palm, or you can send me a text message."

Nan Zhou: "But you didn't do anything."

Jiang Fang was silent for a moment: "Are you angry?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "When I concealed the sound of 'rustle', I also confessed to you."

Nan Zhou: "I want an apology."

Jiang Fang retracted his left arm resting on the back of the chair, bent slightly, and solemnly said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Nan Zhou pursed his lips.

Jiang Fang didn't wait for Nanzhou's response for a long time, and raised his head: "Is the attitude not sincere enough?"

Nan Zhou: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Li Yinhang: "..." The boss is an X-ray machine, right?

Jiang Fang looked at his left arm that had just been erected, and suddenly said "ah".

He smiled and asked, "Is it because my movements were not natural enough when I retracted it just now?"

Nan Zhou didn't talk to him again.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's hand and stroked his large black sweater sleeves to his elbows.

The thick bandage wrapped around his forearm hidden in the sleeve, and the bright red on the surface of the bandage made the cold stars in Nan Zhou's eyes twinkle slightly.

Li Yinhang was surprised for a while: "This is—"

The bandage wasn't very tight.

Coupled with the intense action just now, the bandage loosened a little.

From the gap, Nan Zhou caught a glimpse of some of the contents inside.

That is half of the word "South".

He rowed up with the Swiss Army Knife that Nanzhou gave him.

Not to the extent of a minor scar.

It is the degree to which the skin and flesh are deeply cut and penetrated into the texture.

Nan Zhou: "...you separated from me to do this?"

Jiang Fang didn't care much, and nodded casually: "Well, part of the reason."

For some reason, Nan Zhou felt that his mood was even worse.

He said softly: "There is no need to engrave it. Just write it on."

Jiang Fang shrugged easily: "How can it be enough to write it? If that force is strong enough to prevent me from seeing the information related to you left by me, what should I do?"

"It's better like this." He raised his left arm, "Even if you can't see it, it still hurts. If it hurts, if you touch it, you'll know you're there."

There was a long silence.

Nan Zhou asked, "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "Huh?"

Nanzhou: "..."

Jiang Fang laughed.

He twisted the scorpion braid on his shoulder with his raised left hand: "You said, don't let me forget you. If I promise, then this promise will be valid forever."

Nanzhou: "..."

Jiang Fang stared at his slightly furrowed brows, and softened his relaxed tone: "This, do you need to apologize too?"

Nan Zhou blinked, and suddenly felt a little stuffy in his heart.

It's like tying a knot.

He raised his hand and rubbed it, but couldn't untie it.

After kneading it again, the knot became even stronger.

Nan Zhou didn't speak, he pulled Jiang Fang's arm and looked at the bloody bandage.

Nan Zhou said: "You clearly know that I didn't mean to ask this just now."

Jiang Fang was silent.

... Nan Zhou was right.

What he wants to ask is why he has done such a thing for him.

Jiang Fang really wanted to tell his reasons.

But the funny thing is, he can't say it.

If someone who knew Jiang Fang before heard him say that, he would probably laugh out loud.

What kind of person is Jiang Fang?

He is good at using ambiguous, smooth and pleasing words to please everyone and become the focus of the spotlight.

Everyone thinks that he is slutty, unrestrained, wandering in the colorful world.

Joker in an underground casino.

Montoroca vice team on ice hockey.

Mr Lodoka in the van company.

Jiang Fang is used to being exquisite in all aspects and having a brilliant tongue.

He seems to be that good with everyone.

He could say the sweetest things anyone could want to hear.

But when he waved his hand with a smile and left without hesitation, when the people who thought he was his "friend" began to think about it calmly, he realized that he had never entered Jiang Fang's heart.

Jiang Fang like this has a serious psychological problem.

... Only those straightforward and heartfelt words, he couldn't say.

He has always been unwilling to hand over his sincere initiative to anyone.

until……

After a fierce psychological struggle that was not obvious, Jiang Fang reluctantly gave an answer: "...Because, I want to be your friend."

Nan Zhou: "Do you have many friends?"

Jiang Fang didn't know why Nan Zhou asked such a question.

He still replied: "It's not too small. But I want you... to be the most special one."

For Jiang Fang, it was almost overdrawn strength to overcome the mountain and sea-like psychological barrier.

As a result, Nan Zhou fell silent.

He didn't make any further comments on Jiang Fang's words, but just buried himself in tidying up the outer edge of the gauze on Jiang Fang's arm.

Although Jiang Fang repeatedly tried to talk to him later, and analyzed Xie Xiangyu's strangeness with him, and analyzed why he didn't mix in with them, so that he could do it after gaining enough trust, Nan Zhou didn't say a word.

Li Yinhang sat on the side holding the drowsy Nanjixing, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

But her surging heart at this moment can only be described in two words.

……Wow.