Every world I die young

The deep panting sound echoed in the small dormitory, Song Changyi stood silently on the ground, forgetting that he hadn't put on his shoes yet.

Mo Yinglan's face, which had managed to return to normal before, suddenly turned red, his breathing became rapid, and his body instinctively curled up on the bed, with beads of sweat oozing out, instantly soaking the entire back of his shirt.

On the surface, it looked like he suddenly had a severe fever. Song Changyi walked to the bed with bare feet, and before he could sit down, Mo Yinglan's pale fingers grabbed his sleeves tightly.

His eyes fell on his bony right hand that was tightly clutching his sleeve, he was silent for a while, and finally he didn't move, and he didn't pull out his sleeve, just stood by the bed.

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly, and Song Changyi didn't know how long he had stood there. The flushed cheeks of the boy lying on the bed were full of pain, the pillow towel and bedding were wet with sweat, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

It took a long time for Mo Yinglan's blushing cheeks to subside, and it returned to a healthy light pink color. His brows were relaxed, and Song Changyi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

[Ding, the favorability value of the mission target +10 points, the current favorability value is 30 points. 】

Favorability is like running a marathon. At the beginning, you always need to say "start" to stimulate, otherwise you will not move. It's okay in the middle, but at the end, it's like dying and carrying a Sprinting against a boulder is as tough as it gets.

Mo Yinglan slowly opened his eyes, and the clear eyes were filled with mist. Song Changyi only felt his breathing stagnate slightly, "You're awake."

"Senior? What's the matter with me?" Mo Yinglan asked with her head tilted in doubt, a dull hair on her head was raised, and she seemed inexplicably happy.

Song Changyi coughed lightly: "You have been drenched in that blood rain, and your body has mutated."

Under Mo Yinglan's shocked gaze, Song Changyi continued without changing his face: "I was like this before, have you forgotten? I was suddenly unconscious before, but after waking up, I found that my body seemed to be a little different."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, holding a dark blue thermos cup in his hand. Song Changyi lightly exerted force with his right hand. The thermos cup, which seemed to be of good quality, creaked and was directly crushed.

Mo Yinglan stared blankly at the crushed thermos, and was stunned, "This... this is Lao Wang's thermos, not mine."

"Heh." Even though Song Changyi's heart was as cold as iron, he couldn't help laughing at this moment, although his expression remained unchanged, it looked more like a sarcasm.

"So you understand?"

"Ah?? Understand what? Ah, oh, senior, you are so amazing, I admire you so much."

Song Changyi sighed helplessly, and ruthlessly stroked two handfuls of Mo Yinglan's soft black hair on the top of Mo Yinglan's head with his big hands, pressing down the curled up dull hair, "I didn't ask you to praise me, Yan Cheng, Are you stupid! Your situation just now is similar to mine before, see if your body has changed!"

"Oh." Mo Yinglan lowered her head and responded aggrievedly, "I know, I'm not stupid..."

Mo Yinglan lowered his head to carefully study the changes in his body, Song Changyi withdrew his hand, his eyes were flickering, why did he suddenly want to rub his head just now, and what is even more unimaginable is that he actually took action up.