After being dressed as a scumbag, I rescued myself by pampering my wife [Quick Transmigration]

"Drip drip drip..."

"Is he going to wake up? His hands are moving!!"

"Wake up!! He is going to wake up!!"

"Doctor - No. 711 is awake!!"

"...He actually lived another world...My God..."

"...Is there any chance he's going out?"

There was a lot of noise around him, and chattering discussions kept ringing in his ears, as if he was talking about some great event.

And the center of discussion seems to be around himself.

That's right.It revolves around Fu Kun...

One or two birds parked in front of the hospital window were also chirping around, Fu Kun was so excited that he had to open his eyes. He stared blankly at the ceiling, which was white.

Suddenly, a young boy's voice sounded in his ear, with anger: "What are you doing!! Get out!!"

The petite boy rushed in from outside, until he met Fu Kun who had opened his eyes on the bed, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You... you... woke up?"

The laughing and joking in the room disappeared, and the people around the hospital bed all dispersed one by one, their eyes were all numb, without a trace of emotion.

Fu Kun moved his fingers: "711..." He shouted, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

As if walking dead, a living, flesh and blood, crying and laughing person can face all the unknowns so calmly.

There was nothing in his mind, and he felt uneasy and anxious when he was blank.

Seems to be missing something too important...

711 is a relatively thin boy, estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old in the real world, with big eyes and innocent.

He lay down beside the bed, long since he didn't look fierce enough to eat people just now, his eye circles were inexplicably red.

"Brother Kun...you finally woke up..."

"Don't mess around." Qian Qian shook the bed, and he tried hard to recall the only memories in his mind, scattered and unable to piece together.

Turning his head and looking out the window, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky outside was still the sky.

"I forgot someone." He said.

"I have a hunch...I like him."

His voice flowed into the calm lake water, and the stormy waves...

711 stared blankly at Fu Kun's profile, the man's complexion was frighteningly pale, and he didn't dare to tell him about that.

Once he said it, if he dragged his sick body to negotiate, what would happen to him?

711 tightly shut his mouth.

The days back to Interstellar passed quickly, and he was lying on the hospital bed every day. Fu Kun's task was to recall everything that had happened. His memory was deliberately wiped out, but no matter how hard he thought about it, it became more and more painful. Can't find the head...

On the day of discharge from the hospital, the weather was exceptionally good, the sun was warming on the ground, and the people there wanted to sleep in comfortably.

Fu Kun walked out of the gate, his eyes were squinted, his face was still cold, he stretched out his hand to block the position in front of the sun, and light fell from between his fingers.

After waiting for a while, he saw rows of military vehicles coming from a distance, and stopped in front of him. A black guy got out of the vehicle and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Finally woke up!! Long time no see bro!"

Fu Kun pursed his lips, gave the man a sideways look, and almost mercilessly pushed him against the window of the military vehicle.

"Who is with your buddy? Take me back to the army."

He let go of the other party with a blank expression, and directly got into the car with a low body. The driver sitting inside was holding the steering wheel tightly without daring to show his breath.

When the convoy arrived at the destination, the driver rushed out of the car almost as if fleeing for his life, without looking back.

Fu Kun turned his head to look at the familiar but unfamiliar place outside the window, he was quiet for a long time.

Hearing the voice from outside the window, the black boy crossed his arms and complained: "Damn...almost took my arm off..."

Fu Kun pushed open the car door, stepped out with a long leg wrapped in military boots, and got out of the car with a menacing aura.

"...Welcome home..." The leading man ran over and extended a hand sincerely.

Fu Kun glanced at him, turned his gaze away, and brushed past the man.

"Go to the negotiation room. I'm not here to brag about your business."

The sound of military boots stepping on the ground is like a death god, da da da... echoing in the dark alley.

"...Where is the 711 system?" The man next to him who had just been slapped in the face said angrily, his eyes were narrowed together due to a fake smile, which was particularly ugly.

"He doesn't want to come. Do you have any objections?" Fu Kun stopped, the other party didn't stop the car, and hit the military emblem on his shoulder hard, still laughing awkwardly.

Fu Kun glanced at him, and pushed open the door on one side: "Who made the appointment?" He sat directly on the main seat, raised his eyes and glanced around in front of the group of people.

With a sneer, tapping on the table a few times, and knocking twice, it makes people creepy.

"Come. Sit." There was no doubt in his tone, the corner of his mouth was cold, and his raised eyes were cold.

"Don't waste my time." Fu Kun turned his watch and tapped the dial a few times with his fingertips.

The momentum was overwhelming, and the people around the door finally realized that the fat and greasy man coughed a few times, walked in with his head held high, and sat down in front of Fu Kun.

His eyes were slightly squinted, only the dark eyeballs could be seen, but the whites of the eyes could not be seen, and he grinned.

"Negotiate with the above system. We have already won the best benefits for you... You can stay in the original world for any time and not participate in plane missions... Or can you offer any conditions you want?"

The other party finally found the top row, and raised his chin again.

The room was still silent, and the surroundings were quiet. The people around the negotiating table held their breaths and stared at Fu Kun.

He was just playing with a delicate cigarette in his hand, which he had just touched from his pocket, and he raised his eyes.

"I want my memory. All."

These words floated back and forth in the room, and finally the dust settled, causing layers of ripples, blue waves rippling...

"Is he crazy?? How is this possible?"

"Don't mention anything? Memory is worth nothing? Is it not good to forget a plane world after participating in a plane world?"

"...Come here, say it's heaven, isn't it hell...everyone is selfish..."

Fu Kun took out a lighter from the fruit plate on the table. There were words engraved on the lighter, and there were some strokes. He looked closely.

——SY.

He blinked.

"Don't dawdle." He lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. The smoke rose and evaporated, forming a curling smoke that blurred his face.

The other party still pursed his lips firmly, and suddenly he looked around Fu Kun suspiciously, half-believing: "Don't want anything? Just remember?"

"Yes." Fu Kun said.

He squeezed the lighter tightly in his palm, turned the lighter, and made a soft knock on the table.

"...how long can a person live after being emotionally deprived." He stood up, still holding a cigarette between his fingers, squinting his eyes and taking a puff, the smoke from his light-colored lips confused his eyes, and he looked out the window.

"...see you in the lab this afternoon."

Straight out of the gate without looking back.

He squeezed out from the crowd, his back was depressed and lonely, he lost his most important thing, his emotion.

The room was pitch black, and it was already evening, only the sound of wriggling and struggling in the silence could be heard.

There was a boy lying on the bed, his mouth was tightly sealed, he was wriggling desperately on the bed, the sweat was soaking in his hair, flowing down from the top of his head, wet the tape that sealed his lips, and it was gradually falling off .

Suddenly remembering the sound of gasping violently, the adhesive strip on his lips was thrown away fiercely by him, he lay down on the bed to rest for a while, and continued to bite the rope tied around his wrist with his teeth.

He was tied up so tightly that he couldn't move, and he was cursing: "Fugou!! I'm so mad!!"

"...I told you I can't go!! What are you going to do in that muddy water!"

"Um... ah—"

711 almost broke his teeth, and grinning, holding his chin, worked hard for a long time, and finally bit off the hemp rope that bound his wrist.

The moment he rushed out of the hospital gate, he suddenly remembered something, he remembered it clearly, just before the other party knocked him out, he seemed to take out something from the side drawer, he went back to look.

There are a lot of things piled up in the drawer, which are disorganized, but after identifying them one by one, 711 feels unbelievable.

A silver necklace with a delicate fluorescent ring on it. If you look closely, you can see two English initials engraved on the inside of the ring.

——SY.

The moment he continued to flip through the contents in disbelief, his hands trembled more and more, big white rabbit toffee, fairy sticks, dried crabapple flowers, and a very heavy notebook at the bottom.

711 carefully took the book out of the drawer, opened the first page, and saw the two words written on it——

It's time to close.

The pupils contracted violently, and he suddenly understood all the abnormal behavior of the other party. After waking up this time, the other party was extraordinarily calm, but turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, at the sky that was extremely far away from them.

He has never asked who the familiar figure in his memory would be, because he has firmly remembered the other person's name. In countless diaries, every chapter and every page repeats that name...

711's hands were shaking violently, and the book in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He turned around and rushed out of the hospital gate. Almost with all his strength, he used his mind to transfer to the system hall.

There were already many people crowded in the hall, and everyone was staring at the screen directly above the hall. Suddenly, a luxury car drove in from the door, and then an obese man came down.

He stopped at the appointment window at the main entrance, and slowly entered his name until the machine beeped, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waved his hands at everyone.

"Go and go back."

At the moment when he was about to go upstairs, a clear boyish voice suddenly sounded: "Slow down!!"