Immersive Script Experience Master

——The Chosen One of Super High School Level.

"Excuse me, is the undergraduate classroom here?"

After class time, it is difficult to even find someone to ask for directions on an empty campus. Is this the style of an elite school?

Thought it would be a little more personal.

Holding the children's stick figure map issued by the teacher in charge, Qiuren really lost his way.

Almost being persuaded to leave like this, Qiu Ren, who had already started planning in his heart to go back directly, finally found a person on the bench under the tree.

The school uniform on the opponent's body is similar to his, and they should all be undergraduates, so there will be no embarrassing situation where he finally caught a preparatory department and was avoided like a plague god.

Lying on the bench was a blond boy with one leg bent, covering his face with a book in a leisurely manner.

"Practical Fishing Techniques and Bait Selection".

The blond boy pointed casually.

"So it's here, thank you."

Qiu Ren simply thanked him and left, but he didn't notice the corner of his mouth that was hidden by the pages of the book.

The other party is probably a super high school level like him, is it a super high school level fishing expert?What a weirdo.

evening.A lush garden.

This time, it was Akito who sat on the bench.

He is waiting for someone.

It wasn't until the golden head swayed over from afar that Qiu stood up and stopped him.

Rolled up cuffs, wide open collar, messy upturned hair, yes, this is the person.

"Why did you lie to me?" Qiu Ren was a little puzzled.

The road that this person pointed out to him, like a ghost hitting a wall, would only return to this place in the end. He walked in a daze, and it took a long time to realize that walking like this would not allow him to get out.

The blond boy was a head taller than him, and when he looked down at the setting sun with his back, there was a kind of icy chill, and his blood-red eyes seemed to merge with the red sun behind him.

He was upset to see him.

Qiuren easily read the meaning in the other's eyes, but this only made him more confused.

"Should we have never met before?"

"The God's Chosen One." The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, with a deep and sticky lingering taste at the end.

Obviously, he has been called that way since he was a child, but Qiu Ren is forced to be called by the boy in front of him, and the cool wind rushes behind him.

"This is the work of a super high school-level maze expert, one of our classmates." Unlike what he did, the boy's expression seemed indifferent, "I heard about you before. We also classmate."

"The only boy in the world who has been loved by God since he was born. Because of this name, he has been favored by others, respected and loved by everyone all his life, and then he was successfully selected by this school. To be honest, you Don't you think it's too cheating?"

Qiu Ren showed a simple and puzzled expression.

"Not to mention who proved the existence of God. To put it simply, this is obviously just good luck." The young man raised his head, his eyes looking at the sky moved to Qiuren, "even if it is true If there is a god, why would the god choose a guy like you?"

Qiu Ren understood a little bit, maybe he felt it was unfair.

That's why it's for this reason.child?

Besides, whoever said that the God's Chosen will be enshrined for a lifetime and that's it. He can be easily selected, isn't it because he doesn't take up the normal enrollment quota at all?

God's Chosen One can't graduate at all!He died before graduating, the academy must know, whether he was recruited out of fame or what kind of idea is not clear, but they certainly don't really hold the idea of ​​letting him graduate and become a successful person in society. There's nothing to be jealous of.

But it's hard for Qiu Ren to say too clearly, and there is nothing to say.

After finding out the truth, Qiu Ren also lost interest in probing, waved his hand, and said casually: "Maybe you can find a more 'professional' classmate to study and study. I still have something to do, see you next time."

Qiuren hesitated for a moment, "Super high school-level...classmate who is a fishing expert?"

The boy with dark eyes got stuck.

"Fishing, fishing expert?"

Seeing that the student of God's Chosen looked at him innocently, as if asking him what's wrong?A black line descended from the boy's forehead.

"I'm a super high school-level dreamer! ka—mi—ya—kamiya!"

A super high school-level dreamer, because he can quickly master any skills or knowledge, he is always changing his ideals, and he has an amazing number of dreams, and he is a genius boy who has realized them one by one.

Because he has mastered too much knowledge and skills, the boy questioned everything in the world, and he couldn't take for granted the rules that all people abide by.

Of course, this can also be called the curiosity of young people.

......

In terms of actual skills, Qiuren really has nothing to show for it, but he has a good affinity, at least when he is forced to live in the framework chosen by others at the moment, he can still be very pleasing.

Relying on this, he sat from the monitor to the president of the student council.

Without much strength, just relying on everyone's trust, he became the person who commanded all the students in the upper and lower grades of the undergraduate course. In the undergraduate course, the student council president usually has more power than the teachers, and can even directly talk to the principal.

Qiuren didn't have much interest in engaging in power struggles in a small school, so most of the time he was very peaceful.

From the principal to the teachers, everyone is surprisingly innocent, and their ideas are also very simple.

The most accident-prone thing is not the undergraduate course where all the students are mavericks, but the preparatory department.

Just like the presidents of those clubs who supply the Akihito family every year, the preparatory department and the academy itself have a simple and straightforward money relationship.

By measuring the concept of hope with specific numbers, everyone can buy hope with money, and everyone is happy.

But when the carrot that fell in front of you really has no hope of holding it in your hands, the disappointment will bounce back thousands of times.

The blond-haired boy Kamiya looked at the hidden dangers planted by the school with such indifferent eyes.

The reason why he, who hated God's Chosen the most, became friends with him was because he found that in this academy full of geniuses, the only person who could understand him was the guy who got in by luck.

In fact, he originally wanted to call the other party a guy who came in through marketing.Who knows if things like gods are blown out by the family behind this person.

Well, at least people boast very well, and it is a talent to make the whole world believe it.

This divinely chosen person is not a completely holy existence, on the contrary, the guy who seems to be blessed with holy light has a lot of minor problems.

At that time, Kamiya vaguely began to feel that he saw a potential in his friend.

A kind of... hard to explain, the potential to reverse the reality that exists now, not just be a vase.

When did he realize that he was paying too much attention to the other party?

Ah, yes, it was because he hadn't had a new dream for a long time.

In undergraduate, this is the harbinger of his failure and expulsion.In the past, many people were expelled from the academy. Some people gradually lost their talents during the growth process, or were replaced by others, and could not be the strongest one. However, this time, Kamiya no longer cares whether the school will expel him or not.

But before that, he was still hesitating.

Until he discovered the true meaning of the God's Chosen, and spread the news that the God's Chosen was a sacrifice to a short-lived ghost, it was Qiu Ren who sacrificed his life to save him in a crisis, and the other party was from the preparatory department.

Qiuren said that he wouldn't live long anyway, and if someone must die, let him go.

Kamiya can even clearly recall the tearful face of the rescued person, those tears were so real that even he was shaken for a moment.

Taking Akito as an opportunity, this is the absolutely correct appetizer to shake the academy.

The academy can also lie, and the existence that symbolizes absolute hope will also do nothing to save the cherished student for the sake of profit, and even before he dies, he is desperately squeezing his last trace of value.

This is the "other side of hope" that no one dares to face.

Half a year later, the super high school-level dreamer was expelled because he could no longer realize or even produce a dream.

He was alone, like when Qiu Ren met him for the first time, leisurely carrying a book, and left the school.

There is no trace of loss, not despair like others, but full of relief and brisk joy.

Akito quietly sent him to the school gate, and Kamiya held his hand.

"Qiu Ren, come with me, stay here, you will be killed by them sooner or later." Kamiya looked at him sincerely with bright red eyes.

Qiu Ren silently shook his head.

Kamiya was disappointed, but not surprised.

Akito is the pillar of "goodness" in everyone's heart. Even if he has become a short-lived ghost in others' mouths, everyone is unconsciously relying on him. He is the last rope of this school, firmly holding the balance that is on the verge of collapse. I believe that Qiuren, who has taken over the student union, is also aware of this.

Although he himself can't use the word "good" to describe it, he will still stay here until the end of the ceremony.

Qiu Ren has an aura similar to innate divinity. The key to divinity is not love, but indifference.

He even disregarded his own life.

There is nothing in this world that makes Akito want to break free from the existing shackles, so naturally he will not have the idea of ​​living desperately like ordinary people, and of course he will not run away with Kamiya.

He will not do anything out of selfish desire.

Kamiya thought about it, and felt that this idea was not accurate, some small thoughts that popped up occasionally would only make Qiuren look more cute.

From a certain point of view, Qiuren has indeed unconsciously constructed the ideal form of "goodness" in Kamiya's heart.

"Then watch it carefully." Kamiya said without thinking.

"Qiu Ren, you may become the ideal I pursue for the rest of my life."

The blond boy left a plausible sentence and left gracefully.

......

Maybe... he saw a certain possibility in Qiu Ren.

Possibilities for the ideal world he conceived.

Fu Heihui came up with such an idea.

The slightly sentimental scene of parting made Fu Heihui break out in a cold sweat, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

The scenery outside the car window moved quickly, and he was still on the Shinkansen.

Had this dream again.

Fu Heihui pressed his wet forehead.

I don't know if it's because of contact with the self-rescue AI of the New World program, those images that originally only belonged to the AI's storage have also taken root in Fu Heihui's brain.Although the faces of the two protagonists were blurred, it did not affect his knowledge of the identities of the two.

For Fu Heihui, who knew what happened next, even though everything looked peaceful now, it still made his unstoppable heart beat fast.

This is just an appetizer. Although Kamiya is gone, nothing is left behind. All the waves are not without a source, and there is nothing that should happen for granted.

——Fu Heihui repeated these words in his heart.

He has to work hard not to forget this.

Otherwise, maybe at the next moment when he opens his eyes, everything he knows now will be different.

Consciousness correction, I don’t know if I should say that.In the hands of the future agency, no, it should be said that "that person" has such dangerous technology in his hands.Of course, this technology is also very much in line with the ideals of future agencies.

That being said, it's a little weird.

If Akito is the ideal final form in Kamiya's heart, then...why do you want to break him afterward?

"Hey, Fukuro, we're almost at Yokohama."

......

As soon as Kamiya Ming pressed his head, the picture of the dream he had before appeared in front of his eyes again.

It seems that he wrote a simple script to distinguish the doctor from himself, but this dream is too detailed.

He involuntarily landed on the rough spherical body hanging around his neck again.

No matter, now is not the time to think about these things, it is time to find a way to make these people lose consciousness first.

Kamiya Ming stretched out a hand to his bosom.

A pure white egg was held in his hand.

If you use this, you must...

He lowered his eyes.

Suddenly, with a bang, the door of the safe house exploded.

A few shadows appeared at the end of the smoke.

"How is it possible! This is the safe house of the detective agency! Who are you!"

The clerks were in a panic. On the one hand, the opponent's appearance was not a friend, but on the other hand, they didn't want to be held hostage to hold everyone back.

"Don't worry," the voice at the door sounded familiar, "I just want to be alone."

As the figure of the other party gradually became clear, everyone followed the other party's line of sight and turned their heads to look at a certain corner of the wall.

Surprised to find that someone who was supposed to be there was gone, and looking back, only a long-haired man with a bandage on his head was left at the door, smiling quietly at them.

......

As early as when the door was blown open, Kamiya Mingichi silently withdrew his hand from his clothes.

He only felt his eyes go dark, and the wind sounded in his ears, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the chair.

Strange room, no strangers.

He looked at the Russian sitting across from him and thought.

However, the doctor who met him was not Mingichi Kamiya, so he could only pretend not to know him.

Before Kamiya Mingichi could figure out how to pretend, the silver-haired and long-braided clown standing beside him bent slightly, handcuffed him to the back of the chair, and then leaned on the table in front of him from his side, with an elusive look. An impenetrable smile.

Kamiya Ming just wanted to sigh in his heart, this is all right, this Mr. Fyodor led someone to snatch the job that should have been a doctor.

What to do, can this be rounded back?Why do people always want to add drama to his script?

"It's our first meeting, Mr. Kamiya." The Russian on the other side had a good attitude, "No, it should be Akito-kun, right?"

Kamiya raised his head abruptly.

The other party smiled knowingly, "Sure enough, you are not really as ignorant as you appear to be, are you worthy of being the chosen one?"

Kamiya took a deep breath.

——Why is his script updated so quickly!And is it really easy to accept it!