The system always wants me to attack the boss

His throat was dry, and when he was reminded to step up the steps carefully, he still didn't open his eyes, and he heard screams in his ears one after another.

Not the harsh, malevolent voice that had plagued him for years, but a new, joyful, excited cry.

But he still felt strenuous, his limbs were stiff, the cells in his whole body seemed not to adapt, and he was sweating crazily.He couldn't even control his voice.

Bi Chuan kept sticking to his ear, "Brother, face up to the past, and only then will the heart disease be cured."

With the hand moved away, Ying Lingyou's eyes were not covered with anything, and the bright light seemed a little dazzling, which also stimulated him to open his eyes reflexively.

The target was an equally young face with very pale lips. He could tell that the other person was also very nervous, and he didn't know when he had an electric guitar on his back.

On this empty stage, he is all the support here.

"Brother, I love you."

Ying Lingyou was still in a daze, unable to respond to this sudden sentence.

He just saw the young man in front of him, took the host's microphone, and the music started at this moment. The other party seemed to be really nervous, his lips opened and closed, and he was singing, but he was so nervous that he was always out of tune.

After singing a few words, Ying Lingyou also had a microphone stuffed into his hand. It seemed that at this moment, he found the strength to move his limbs, and his brain finally regained control of his body.

Bi Chuan even held his hand, trembling a little nervously.

The audience in the audience changed from screaming at the beginning to obscure discussions, and everyone could clearly see that the lead singer was not in good condition.

Ying Lingyou couldn't bear him to work so hard, so he turned off the switch on his microphone, squatted down on one knee in front of him, held the other's cold hand, and tried his best to use his memories to re-interpret the song.

He once, on stage, sang the tune.

Bi Chuanlian deliberately went to find out and choose the tune.

--"I love you too."

There is such a person who is working hard to take him to see other beautiful things in the world.

This journey seems to be no longer dark, the light comes from the person next to me, the wind of the island is blowing slowly, and the people on the stage hug each other.

Even listening to that deep voice, every word Bi Chuan sang fell gently on his heart.

Apart from modifiers like "good to hear", he hardly had any other thoughts to think about other words, because the singing in his ear was enough to make him addicted.

The audience in the audience also became lively, and the firesticks waved along with the singing. Many people have never heard of this song that was once a small hit for a while.

But there was no lack of people screaming and shouting for them in the audience.

The starlight and lights all hit them, but Bi Chuanlian suddenly felt a headache. He wondered if he was so happy that he was a little dizzy.

The time for one song passed quickly.

Bi Chuan's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand upright, so Ying Lingyou carried him on his back without saying a word. Like countless times in the past, he pinched the opponent's calf and lifted him up, and walked off the stage steadily.

The lighting under the stage is not very sufficient, only occasionally there will be colorful lights projected down, Ying Lingyou led him, walking back in small steps.

I walked all the way to the beach, and when I reached the soft sand, I sank a little because I stepped on it.

With his head down, Bi Chuan was also looking at the footprints stepped on step by step. He saw his calf flickering with the opponent's movements, dizzy, his eyes were a little tired, and he wanted to fall asleep.

But was pulled back by a voice, "Does it sound good?"

"Sounds good, brother is so brave." He closed his eyes, and leaned his head gently on the other's shoulder.

"actually……"

"Huh?" Bi Chuanlian made a soft nasal sound.

"I also signed up, and I told them not to rank me too high, so I was pushed ahead by you again." Ying Lingyou didn't want the other party to think that loving him is a tiring thing.

He can also do anything for him.

After hearing this, Bi Chuan laughed hehehe, "Brother, you have to hurry up next time, you can't be slower than me."

"it is good."

Ying Lingyou was thinking, this person on his back, now and in the future, will be his everything, and he will step by step, give the other party the same amount of love, no, more love.

He knew that Bi Chuanlian was an orphan, and his life was not very good since he was a child. He was willing to treat him well for the rest of his life and let him live in love until he grew old.

"Bi Chuanlian, don't you want to change houses? Let's go and see together some other day."

"Then I want three rooms, one for sharing and two for sleeping separately when we quarrel. I also need a kitchen so that I can cook for you."

Even though he was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his eyes, Bi Chuanlian still tried to stay awake and plan their future together.

"it is good."

"You have to wash the dishes, so I can't always do it."

"Okay," Ying Lingyou said again, "I can cook too, but I'm not as good as you. If you don't mind, give it a try?"

Bi Chuan didn't even have the strength to wrap his hands around the other's neck, but he still smiled, "Okay, make it for me to eat."

"Then I need to buy a bigger kitchen." The kitchen is big, and you can cook as much as you want.

Bi Chuanlian suddenly asked, "Brother, does this mean a wedding room?" He was dizzy, and his words became straightforward and sensitive in an instant.

Ying Lingyou was really stunned, but luckily his mouth was faster than his consciousness, and he immediately admitted, "Yes, the wedding room." It seemed that he was afraid that the other party would get angry if he didn't say a second, even though he didn't seem to have that intention at first.

"That can't be done. You haven't proposed yet. You begged me to live in again."

"That will have to wait for you to graduate."

"It's been a long time."

"Well, so let's live in first."

"You look like you're lying to me."

"No, I won't lie to you." At this time, Ying Lingyou decided that when Bi Chuanlian graduated, he would drag him to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get his seal stamped, regardless of whether he would agree or not at that time.

I have to cook for him every day.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy." Bi Chuanlian felt that he had stretched himself to the limit, and softly whispered into the other's ear, even blowing.

"Go to bed first, I'll take you back."

"Ah."

If there are no accidents in this world, many things can become perfect.

For example, what you promise to do, such as planning to buy a house together, such as a marriage proposal, such as cooking for the other party for the rest of your life.

If not, it would be really nice.

Layers of waves suddenly hit the beach, arousing the cheers and screams of other people not far away. Under the faint and soft moonlight, the waves calmed down a little.

Those with sharp eyes will find that there is a layer of words fluctuating with the waves, which cannot be seen from a distance, but can be seen clearly only when they are close.

There is clearly a line of big characters written there: "The mission is successful, the character is unlocked, and a new copy is opened."

Drops of liquid landed on Ying Lingyou's T-shirt and shoulders. He thought it was Bi Chuanlian who was not asleep, and wept with joy, still trying to expose him.

But Bi Chuanlian felt as if he was floating, he couldn't open his eyes, and felt like he couldn't catch the other party, but the other party walked forward step by step, without realizing that he was trying to grab him.

"Don't..." Don't go, don't go, he opened his mouth, but he only exhaled breath after mouthful of white air-conditioning, his eyes were silent and blurred, he felt his feet stepping into another time and space.

Ying Lingyou finally noticed something strange, the person who was holding him suddenly dropped his hands without warning.

— tick tick

— tick tick

— tick tick

He touched the liquid with one hand, but it wasn't tears, but it had a stench, and the blood was terribly red.

Ying Lingyou's hair stood on end, the scene in front of him was stained with blood, and the world seemed to be shaking for a while.

"Bi Chuanlian... Bi Chuanlian, Bi Chuanlian, talk!" He patted the other person's face, but the person didn't respond.

As if dead.

"say!"

He called the ambulance, his voice so trembling that he almost thought he couldn't speak.

This place is far away from the stage and very quiet, but you can't hear the sound of Bi Chuan's beating heart, and you can't hear the sound of breathing when you get close.

Contrary to him, Ying Lingyou's heartbeat suddenly became heavier, pounding on his eardrums, as if he really wanted to share half of the beating strength with the other party.

Ying Lingyou performed CPR on him, but nothing worked. Except for the blood that was still pouring out, this man had almost no signs of life.

When the ambulance came, there was no need to put the person on the stretcher, and the doctor shook his head at Ying Lingyou with a dull face.

"Chuan Lian," Ying Lingyou took a deep breath, slowly touched the other's hand, and called him softly, "Stop joking with me, we..."

"We still have a lot to do."

The empty island beach is destined to become his new nightmare for the rest of his life.

Bi Chuan was confused even by himself, he was taken to a new partner, who was dark, like a blind person, unable to see a single light, and was groping the whole time.

Later, he felt as if someone was grabbing his head, something insubstantial was turning into wisps of smoke, drifting around, and finally disappeared in the world.

What was he drawn from?

he does not know.

Gradually, it seemed that he didn't even remember how he became what he is now, and how he came to this dark place.

A thin ray of light shone towards him through the impenetrable darkness. He saw the blood on his hands and saw a group of masked people.

He had never seen such a color in the sky, one gray and one bright, he seemed to hear someone calling his name - "Bi Chuanlian, speak up!"

What do you want him to say?

The voice sounds familiar, but who is he?

Suddenly, his surroundings changed again. Line by line of words seemed to be projected, strange and beautiful. If you look carefully - "Welcome to the Land of Biochemistry."