Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

When Jiang Jian came back from the rooftop, he didn't see Zhong Xun, only Song Zhihui, with one foot exposed outside the quilt, fell asleep with his mouth open.

He closed the door lightly, but caught a glimpse of a faint light glowing in the room at the end of the corridor.

There is the public function area of ​​the dormitory building.

In Shuguang No. [-] Middle School with first-class hardware facilities, there is a spacious laundry room on each floor of the dormitory building, and there are matching small sofas and tea rooms next to it.However, these have become mere formal decorations at some point, and students who are busy studying for exams have no chance to refresh and relax.

Before he turned off the punisher function of the Fanyin system, it was impossible for students to appear in any place except the dormitory at this point in time, and the lights in the room could not be turned on.

The only one who dares to do this now is Zhong Xun.

He walked into the large, clean laundry room and was confronted head-on by a robot.

Like the sweeping robot that Jiang Jian and the others saw on the playground, it is harmless to humans and animals, and it will walk around the laundry room, checking the usage of the washing machine and dryer up and down.

If someone has not taken the clothes after the time is up, the robot will take out the clothes and put them into the small basket of the main body, then slide to the small compartment behind the glass door, hang the clothes one by one, and wait for the students Come and pick it up.

The robot circled around his feet and headed for the glass-doored compartment.

The glass door was not closed. From his point of view, Zhong Xun was looking down at an ordinary and inconspicuous school uniform.

One sleeve looked tattered, clearly it was his school uniform.

"What are you doing?" He blurted out with a cold voice.

He remembered the note in his school uniform pocket.

It wasn't the one they passed on in class, but the one that appeared in the black windbreaker in Qingluan Village for no reason!

There is his familiar handwriting on the note, which is the only connection he has with the outside world when he loses memory, forgets time, and spends his days in the program world.

Zhong Xun looked at him with a trace of panic.

Jiang Jian frowned, and walked forward quickly.

After the first basement was bombed, Zeng had to wash his school uniform every day because he had nothing to do.Every time he would take out the note carefully and put it back in his pocket after washing the school uniform, so that the note would follow him all the time.

However, these small actions are all to avoid Zhong Xun, it is hard to say whether Zhong Xun is aware of it.

In this situation, coupled with Zhong Xun's focused gaze, Jiang Jian's first reaction was to think that Zhong Xun was secretly investigating him.

He was a little dazed, and his chest felt tight.

So, he even decided to give his life to himself, but he still has reservations about his trust?

"I……"

Zhong Xun watched the owner of the clothes suddenly appear, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was a little ashamed.

His mouth was slightly pursed into a line, and soon, as Song Zhihui said, he showed the stalking attitude of an old hooligan, shook the school uniform in his hand, and smiled at the corner of his eyes: "Look! Brother helped you wash the clothes, and they have been dried." It’s dry, come on and put it on, don’t catch cold at night.”

Before Jiang Jian could react, she was wrapped in a school uniform.

The hot clothes gently pressed against his back, and the chill tainted on the rooftop was instantly dispelled.He subconsciously took it from Zhong Xun's hand, the school uniform was gathered in front of his chest, and he couldn't help but move his body close to the heat source.

No. 009 quietly recorded the changes in the situation, and applauded Zhong Xun for no reason: "I didn't expect you to fight hard to get back to the first place."

Zhong Xun smiled, this was the first time he was pleased with Jiang Jian's crappy character.

"It's just laundry?" Jiang Jian frowned, he wondered if Zhong Xun hadn't done any housework, "Why come here to dry it after it's all dried?"

Looking sideways, just in time to meet Zhong Xun's smile, the guess just now resurfaced, feeling a little displeased.

"Zhong Xun, if you want to know anything, you can ask me directly?"

"I have nothing to ask."

"Then why did you help me do the laundry?" Jiang Jian reached out and touched his pocket.

Fingertips touched a lump of tiny things, still a little wet.

He looked up at Zhong Xun, feeling a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Opening up his palm, he saw that the note had been shredded by the washing machine, and even the handwriting had been dissipated due to the soaking in water, leaving no trace of the original.

The corners of Jiang Jian's eyes sank little by little, and he turned out the pockets of the school uniform silently, shaking out all the washed debris, some were small pieces, some were long strips, and he packed them one by one into his hands. In the end, without saying a word, he put the school uniform on his arm, turned and left.

Zhong Xun thumped in his heart, and quickly followed behind him.

It was quiet in the dormitory.

Only number 009 gloated wildly from the voice that only Zhong Xun could hear.

Jiang Jian ignored Zhong Xun the whole time, tidied up herself, then lay down in the bed, facing the wall, and closed her eyes.

Zhong Xun looked at Song Zhihui and Jiang Jian on the lower bunk, and then at the hard bed with no quilt on the upper bunk, turned around and went into the bathroom to wash off the dust and irritability of the day, dried his hair, and lifted the Jiang Jian. The quilt got into it.

Suddenly there was a heat that couldn't be ignored behind him, Jiang Jian's eyelashes trembled, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

It's not that he hasn't slept with Zhong Xun before.

However, when he was in Qingluan Village, he devoted himself to his personality and programs, and Zhong Xun's attitude was also indifferent, which was completely different from what he is now.

He wanted to turn around, but Zhong Xun put his hand on his back to prevent him from turning around.

I only heard him say in a breathy voice: "I'm tired enough tonight, don't make a fuss, and be careful to disturb Xiao Song. Although I don't know what happened, I will apologize to you first. If there is any problem, we will solve it when we wake up... I'm sorry. "

After finishing speaking, Zhong Xun turned his back to him and said nothing more.

Did he misunderstand?

Jiang Jian's heart was pounding, she pulled the quilt over her shoulders, and quietly closed her eyes.

After about 10 minutes, Jiang Jian fell into a deep sleep, and the sound of breathing gradually became stable.

Only then did Zhong Xun open his eyes, carefully turned around and lay on his side, his eyes fell on the person on the inside.

It was exactly the same as when I first saw it on the screen of the studio center.

He curled up and fell asleep peacefully, as if any disturbance would not affect him.

He remembered that Jiang Jian was afraid of the cold, so he gently lifted the quilt to the left to cover his left shoulder.His hand slowly approached Jiang Jian's cheek, stopped at a place close to him, took a deep look at him, and retracted it again.

"Good night."

The voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

No. 009 pulled a studio and sent an invitation to No. 099.

At this time, he no longer has the privilege of No. 001, and the studio is not able to encrypt it like before.But it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm free to gossip and chatter.

No. 009 asked curiously: "Is this a quarrel between them?"

"do not know."

"What's going on with Jiang Jian? It's cloudy and sunny, and he suddenly got angry?"

No. 099 was as cold as Jiang Jian with a paralyzed face: "No comment."

"Why is it so tiring talking to you? How much does Zhong Xun like this kind of cold guy?"

No. 099 simply did not answer, and silently listened to Zhong Xun's exclusive field notes and complained.

Suddenly, a notification sounded, indicating that someone had connected to the studio group.

When No. 099 browsed, interrupted No. 009's passionate complaint: "The coordinator is here, what's the matter?"

The coordinator is the superior leader of all the field notes, and like them, they are all in the form of AI. They usually only stay in the background master control center, and occasionally contact the field notes alone. It was the first time that No. 099 saw the coordinator in the studio used for chatting between the recorders.

"I'm looking for Jiu'er." As soon as the coordinator finished speaking, No. 099 withdrew consciously, returned to his original position and continued to observe and record Jiang Jian's words and deeds.

No. 009 closed the studio and connected the information flow to the background master control platform.

"Disgusting, can you stop calling that?" No. 009 snorted, "What's the matter this time? The memory shielding function has been repaired? I can say yes, Zhong Xun hasn't recovered his memory for a long time."

The coordinator said unhappily: "Long time? Obviously only a few days."

No. 009 has no patience: "If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall. If you have something to say, you are about to wake up. I am in a hurry to eat melons."

"Zhong Xun can't wake up for now."

If No. 009 had a melon in his hand, it would have fallen to the ground by now.

"What?! What's the reason?"

"There is no reason for the request from above." The coordinator said flatly, "The program orders, give him a dormancy stimulus for at least 3 days."

Number 009 is an AI that cannot refuse program commands.

But it didn't act immediately, just remained silent.

"I'll give you 2 minutes to operate."

"It's... that gentleman?"

"Nine, you have been with Zhong Xun for so long, and you have been monitoring his body function data." The coordinator did not answer the question of No. 009, "I know, you all only know that Zhong Xun is different from others, but neither Know how he is different from others. Let me tell you this, in a sense, Zhong Xun’s existence is related to the safety of all guests, and his stability is more important than anything else.”

No. 009 did not expect that the question that he had felt at a loss for a long time was actually answered today.

"so?"

"The number of bug reports and the number of guests recovering large chunks of memory has increased recently."

"Is this related to Zhong Xun's decline?"

"You can understand it this way." The coordinator said, "Release the dormancy stimulus, the last minute, fast."

No. 009 cuts the screen to Zhong Xun who is sleeping soundly. Beside him, Jiang Jian has already woken up, hugging a corner of the quilt, quietly looking at Zhong Xun's sleeping face.

Someone knocked on the dormitory door.

Jiang Jian quietly rolled over Zhong Xun, and went to open the door barefoot, only to see Wen Sidai standing at the door leisurely, carrying a packed lunch box.

"Don't let him wake up now." The coordinator shouted.

No. 009 quickly pressed the dormancy stimulation command.

"Your tastes are very tricky. I can't remember. You can eat as much as you can." Wen Sidai put the lunch boxes on the table one by one, picked up a bowl of porridge, and sat down beside Song Zhifan's bed with her skirt.

Song Zhihui, who was afraid to get up due to his shoulder injury, frowned.

"I have a bad taste too...can you let Brother Jian feed me?"

"You eat what I feed you." Winstad smiled softly, and covered his mouth with a spoon.

He thought to himself that he might be too tired, so he didn't call him, and only asked Wen Sidai and Song Zhihui to keep their voices down so as not to disturb his rest.

Holding a bowl of wontons in his hand, he ate them slowly, and whispered what happened last night to Wensidei while eating.

"I understand, that's why this brat didn't know to come to rescue, and was injured by himself." After hearing this, Wensidei glanced at Song Zhihui's wound, "If I had known, I wouldn't have left him alone."

Song Zhifan rolled his eyes: "Sister, don't have such an inexplicable sense of responsibility. Rescue soldiers? Are you talking about you?"

"Xiao Song!" Jiang Jian frowned.

Even now, his impolite, unsympathetic, prickly speech is still the same, terminally ill.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Fortunately, I didn't get nothing last night."

Wen Sidai smiled at Jiang Jian.

"I found the reason we're going back to seven days ago."

The author has something to say:

Zhong·Sleeping Beauty·Xun: Oh, I can't wake up, I need my wife to kiss me to wake up.

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Summary of the reasons for the first awkward situation:

Jiang Jian: How could he sneak through my personal belongings!

Zhong Xun: I'm afraid he thinks I'm a pervert.