How to beat a white flower

Sierra, who is 1.7 meters five in shoes, is by no means the height of everyone, but the two people in front and behind are taller, which can be said to be an experience that has never been experienced before.

In the blink of an eye, Sera's eyes seemed to see the bustling crowd in the night turning gray, and there were bright red lines twirling and twisting in place in the flow, which became guiding signposts.

Sera regained consciousness, and there was only the boy's broad shoulders in front of her eyes. The scene just now seemed to be an illusion.But she was sure she had found what she was looking for—"Front left."

After walking a few steps to the left, they turned a corner and found a narrow alley.

There is only a thin wall separated, inside and outside the wall is a different world, the outside is boiling and the sky is full, and the inside can smell the breath.

A stray cat from nowhere meowed softly, and Sera only saw a flash of white.

"This should be the path leading to the residential area..." Munakata was more familiar with the layout of the neon lights. He leaned on the railing and heaved a sigh of relief, "But how did you know?"

"Just saw it." Sera looked up, and the noise outside gradually stopped, replaced by the sharp sound of fireworks rising into the air, a little spark gradually rushed to the highest point, and then exploded with a bang, brilliant flames and lights illuminated Covered most of the night sky.

Just like a signal, after the first firework exploded, the rest of the fireworks followed closely behind, and the sound of people pressing the pause button was played again. A fleeting life delivers wishes without substance.

"Are we hugging now?" Bai Lan's hand moved to his waist at some point, he put his chin close to Selah's shoulder, and hugged Selah from behind.

But Sierra didn't refuse, she turned her head and stared at Bai Lan as if evaluating, from his fresh snow-like white hair, to his curved violet-like eyes, cool lips and chin...

Finally, the turquoise eyes meet the eyes that are no longer curved like laughing, and the purple pupils are full of Sierra's reflection.

She pinched the strands of hair that brushed her face, and the tip of her nose had an indescribably sweet candy smell compared to the sulfur dioxide smell in the air. Sera actually likes white——

Perhaps because of the long stay in the hospital, the smell of disinfectant and the snow-white ceiling sheets are the most common sights for Sierra. She has been often sent to the hospital since she was a child.

At that time, through the white curtains of the hospital, she could catch a glimpse of the weirdness of the outside world.

The outside world is dangerous, and the white room is familiar.

The eyes were suddenly covered with black, and the heat of Bai Lan's palm could be felt on the eyelids, "Shh, Sera sauce..."

His breath brushed against his neck, "Have you ever heard that men and women look at each other for more than ten seconds—"

"Ahem..." The boy not far away finally coughed twice, "Mr. Bai Lan, can you consider that there are other people around?"

Then what he got were two innocent faces. Sera had no expression, only her cheeks were slightly pink, while Bai Lan put on a natural expression, "I have thought about it..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his face and brushed against Sera's lips, "Is this nothing?"

He licked his lips as if he still had something to say.

Zongxiang was stunned, and stretched out his hand to rest his forehead for a long time. His slender fingers covered most of his face, and the tips of his white ears were slightly red: "You Westerners... are all so unrestrained?" Sierra.

And Sera touched the lips that had just been kissed with her fingertips, and after a little dazed, she recalled that she would hug and kiss anytime and anywhere in school on weekdays. For lovers who are ignorant, it seems that such behavior is not unacceptable?

So she didn't show a particularly shy look.

Reiji Munakata, the two people who are upright and confident, deeply felt the cultural difference.

"Well, I would rather call this the romance of love than unrestrained..." Bai Lan lowered her head and sniffed the fragrance in Sera's hair, "Would the oriental people choose to be patient when faced with so much love that would overflow? "

"We generally call this reserved and polite..." Munakata regained his composure, but unfortunately the heat in his ears still lingered, "There is more than one way to express emotion, Bai Lan."

"Amazing..." Bai Lan shrugged, "Did that reserve help you catch up with the girl you like, Munakata?"

"I don't think it's necessary for me to take this kind of action." Munakata was choked up for a moment, and immediately replied.

Serra tilted her head slightly, listening to the debate between Eastern and Western love cultures.

When Prynne spoke, the vibrations in her chest went down her back, and she couldn't tell if she "liked" the other person.

Love is a more complicated system. In the early stage, testosterone and estrogen produce love between men and women, and phenylethylamine, dopamine, and norepinephrine produce temptation... She can't test her blood all the time.

Unquantifiable, uncertain things irritated her.

There was only one thing Serra knew—she wasn't saying no.

So, probably, it should be... She likes Bai Lan a little bit, right?

It’s just that compared to these, Sera is more concerned about——

Probably when the fireworks were in full bloom in the night sky, the situation at the barbara gate also reached its peak.

"Jungle's server seems to have really been invaded!" Someone raised the terminal in a panic. The original green screen was only blue, and the white lines wound upwards, gradually becoming a huge tree.

But it is completely different from the usual icons of jungle. Compared with the original simple lines, this big tree is more delicate and complicated.

"Me too!" "And me!" The crowd became agitated, and many people showed their screens, and what was even more alarming was——

The big tree on everyone's terminal is different!

Some have drooping branches, some have soaring crowns, and some are blooming...it's like a real tree growing out of their terminal.

"Hey!" Hatta, who was yelling in the dark, gradually quieted down, and he asked suspiciously into the communicator, "Didn't you say that you didn't break through the jungle's firewall?"

"I didn't... tsk..." Fushimi frowned as he quickly typed on the keyboard in front of the terminal, "It must be that... no, those guys did it." More than one person stopped him.

"Damn it, when did you let go of the source of the virus..." It was obvious that I was not the one who broke through the firewall, but Fushimi felt a deep sense of being underestimated. This feeling came when he found out that the other party used his actions to bury the program. When it reached the peak, "Damn—wait, Misaki! Get out of there!"

In just such a short while, the seeds of the big tree were about to float into his terminal. Fushimi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he quickly unplugged the power before sitting down panting.

But he immediately thought of such a terrible virus, what action will Jungle take?

"Wow, why is my terminal glowing green!"

Crackling lightning flashed, and the person who was still holding the terminal was scared to let go. The terminal fell to the ground, and the big tree with white lines on the screen was quickly erased by the green light.

Not only that, but there were bunches of green lights rushing out from different terminals, flying straight towards the orange-haired boy who was stunned in place!

"Mi——sa——ki!" Fushimi, who was sprinting all the way, shouted, but couldn't take care of himself. The crowd who were in a panic around them calmed down strangely, and they aimed at Fushimi with their weird smiling masks. .

"Saru Viya..." Hatta trembled slightly on the spot, but he couldn't shake off his fear. The green light was as fast as lightning, and then in front of him——

Stopped by the power of red.

The red monster, Zhou Fangzun.

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