Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

It was a long night.

It was so long that when Chi Xiaochi recalled it later, he felt incredible.

After 07:30, he looked at the door frequently, but only waited for the waiter who came to ask him if he could serve the food.

Chi Xiaochi didn't eat lunch, and he's really hungry now, and wanted to order a salad, but he felt that it would be dishonest to eat ahead of time before people arrived, so he declined the waiter politely, saying wait.

The private room is decorated in a classical European style, and Wilde's poems are hung on the wall, written in cursive script.

After memorizing the poem by heart, Chi Xiaochi, who was extremely bored, turned his head and puffed his cheeks to make faces at himself in the floor-to-ceiling window.

When the flower dew of the platycodon was dry, he dipped it in lemonade and sprinkled it on the petals.

At eight o'clock, he sent a private message to the man whose name was a string of random gibberish.

"I'm already here." Chi Xiaochi tried his best to look optimistic, "I guess you've already arrived downstairs."

He drank a glass of red wine and counted 130 neon lights of different sizes outside the window before looking down at his phone.

no reply.

Chi Xiaochi checked the road conditions and found that there was no traffic jam around.

He checked the records and confirmed that their appointment was indeed at 07:30 tonight.

Chi Xiaochi began to think wildly.

He thought, if he was in the game now, would he need to create a trigger point to get out of a new plot line?

Is it because his bow tie is not hanging well enough, is it because there is a little dust on the leather shoes now?

Maybe it's just time to tie the tie, wipe off the dust, and look up again, and he's coming in the door.

But when he straightened up, the door was still ajar.

Outside, there are clinking sounds of cups and plates, subtle human voices, and faint happy birthday songs.

Everything has nothing to do with him.

Chi Xiaochi picked up his phone and edited a private message: "How long will it take for you to come?"

His index finger stayed on the send key for a long time, and he moved his finger back to the keyboard to delete this sentence.

He entered four words: "Did you..." Lie to me.

Before entering the following text, Chi Xiaochi immediately deleted all the four words in front, pretending that nothing happened, pretending that he never thought of it.

Finally, the words he sent out were: "I'll wait until you come."

Chi Xiaochi waited until the two neon lights at 130 gradually went out one by one.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, he seemed to be sitting in the only lighted house in this city, and the outside was covered with tide-like darkness.

After finishing three bottles of red wine, the waiter opened the door and entered.

Seeing that it wasn't Lou Ying pretending to be, Chi Xiaochi leaned on the cushion and looked at him with slightly drunken eyes, just about to repeat that he didn't need to serve food, when the waiter said politely: "Sir, we are going to close. you……"

Chi Xiaochi was silent.

He said softly: "You go, leave me a light."

His voice was too low for the waiter to hear clearly: "Sir, what did you say?"

"It's nothing." Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyes, looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, and chuckled, "Pay the bill."

The waiter went to take the order.

Chi Xiaochi raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and picked up his phone.

The most recent private message with him was sent by him an hour ago, but there was no reply.

The last dozen or so pieces of content are all his own questions and answers, which are ridiculously stupid.

Even so, Chi Xiaochi carefully consulted the other party: "Can I still come tomorrow?"

This time, he quickly received a reply from the other party.

"You cannot send messages due to the other party's settings".

There was a crisp sound of glass shattering in the box.

The waiter who turned back with the list was startled, quickened his pace, and pushed open the door of the box——

On the ground was the red wine bottle that the guest had just emptied, probably because it accidentally knocked against the corner of the table when it fell, and pieces of sharp fragments fell into the plush of the carpet, reflecting the shattered water-colored mottled under the crystal lamp. Light.

The waiter hurriedly said: "Sir, don't move, be careful of injury. I'll ask someone to clean it up right away."

The guest sat on the seat with one hand on the table, trembling slightly: "Sorry. Is there a broom."

The waiter quickly pressed the notification bell: "Sir, please don't move. Wait a moment."

Chi Xiaochi bent down, picked up all the large pieces on the ground, stacked them one by one, and put them on the corner of the table.

After signing the bill, he rolled up his suit jacket, which had been ironed without any wrinkles, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out slowly.

Walking out of the TV tower where the elevator workers were off duty, Chi Xiaochi felt that the road ahead was slightly dark. Looking back, it turned out that the only light source that was still on on the TV tower had also disappeared.

Chi Xiaochi walked into the dark night as usual, and walked aimlessly along the dim lampposts under the road for a long time, and suddenly he was too tired to move, and he didn't even have the energy to call a taxi.

He dialed one of the only two phone numbers he could remember: "Lucas, ask the company car to pick me up."

When Lucas came to pick him up, Chi Xiaochi was sitting by the curb in front of a mobile phone shop, bent over and buried his face in his knees.

It seems that Lucas took advantage of the holiday last night to change his hair color. The ends of his hair were dyed a light pink blue, and he still smelled of hair dye.

He came out in a hurry, still in his favorite bunny pajamas.

Chi Xiaochi looked up at him: "Teacher Tony, the hairstyle is nice."

Lucas didn't correct him for the first time, got down from the car in a hurry, and knelt in front of him: "My ancestor, what's the matter with you? Didn't you go out to meet your friends?"

"Being dove."

Chi Xiaochi summed up his nearly nine hours of waiting in three words. He wanted to stand up, but his face changed slightly, and he dared not move his legs: "... numb."

Lucas, who was obsessed with cleanliness, hesitated for a moment, and sat down beside Chi Xiaochi with a broken face: "Then you lean on me."

Chi Xiaochi smiled: "Let me tell you, there are probably paparazzi following me now. The current title is still getting drunk on the street. I rely on it. Tomorrow's title will be the unspoken rule manager of a popular movie star."

"Lat, let's go to you." Lucas said, "According to our family background, it's Lao Tzu's unspoken rules for you."

Chi Xiaochi exposed him: "Isn't she usually an old lady?"

Lucas: "Get lost. Do you understand the context? Today, my mother is your father."

He snatched the tens of thousands of suits from Chi Xiaochi's hand, turned it into a pillow, and put it on his right shoulder: "I know your stinking problem, here, come on."

Chi Xiaochi asked: "Aren't you afraid of filming? It will cost public relations fees."

Lucas said: "Shoot, let them do it, it's too cool to shoot. Anyway, I won't suffer if you spread rumors with you."

Chi Xiaochi really leaned forward.

He called Lucas: "Tony."

Lucas: "Are you courting death?"

Chi Xiaochi asked him: "Have you ever felt this way? A person who clearly knows that he has been tricked, but still has a little hope that he might not be tricked."

Lucas agreed: "Yes, I have this feeling when I draw cards with krypton gold."

Chi Xiaochi: "Do you think this person is stupid?"

Lucas asserted: "Big fool."

Chi Xiaochi was amused and couldn't stop laughing.

Lucas looked at him sideways: "Will the idiot go back? There's some hangover soup at home."

Chi Xiaochi straightened his waist: "Go back."

For the next few days, Lucas stayed by his side, contacting the public relations department to solve the trouble that night, and at the same time scolding the liar for Chi Xiaochi in different ways.

He's done the best he can.

However, even Lucas didn't understand how Chi Xiaochi spent those nine hours.

What people say, no matter how emotional the narrator is, can never be compared with personal experience.

What's more, what he heard was nothing more than Chi Xiaochi's understatement.

——I was tricked into meeting by someone who pretended to be a good friend from the past. I waited for hours in vain. Finally, he blocked me.

Chi Xiaochi is not used to revealing wounds to others, and is not used to telling others how good that "good friend" is to him.

He is an adult and knows what is right and what is wrong.He knows that communication is the way to open his heart, he knows that he can do exercise instead of taking sleeping pills when he can't fall asleep, and he knows that smoking can cause lung cancer.

He was just too lazy to do it for Chi Xiaochi.

People's joys and sorrows never communicate with each other, so Chi Xiaochi made himself an isolated island.

Suddenly one day, because of an accident, he came to a whole new world.He wanted to live with someone else's face and identity, so he didn't dare to muddle through and muddle through.

He learns to do the right thing, planning as far as possible for each host's future.

Because he knew what it was like to be unhappy, Chi Xiaochi hoped that they would be happy.

In the end, after going around and around, he actually returned to his own parallel world.

This is not a desert island, but a huge paradise.

Surrounded by everything he used to be familiar with, it is this sense of familiarity that can be fully immersed that makes people addicted.

Seriously, how is this world different from other worlds?

In the final analysis, all kinds of bustle and youthful prosperity in this world do not belong to him.

When Chi Xiaochi came back to his senses, he unexpectedly found that he was habitually pinching the flesh on the inside of his arm.

He was taken aback, immediately let go of his hand, and pressed the back of his hand with his other hand.

This is his old problem. When his mind wanders, he often falls ill.

Lucas has corrected him many times. Sometimes when he took off his clothes for a magazine cover shoot, Lucas would jump up in fright: "My God, what's wrong with you? Who beat you?"

Chi Xiaochi said nonsense: "I'm going to practice boxing."

Lucas: "Punching the inner thigh? What kind of pornographic boxing? I'll report it."

Every time Lucas gave him advice, but in the end, he always had nothing to do with Chi Xiaochi.

Because even Chi Xiaochi never thought about what it would be like to be Chi Xiaochi properly.

Later, because I changed to someone else's body, I couldn't do whatever I wanted, so this problem was naturally corrected.

Chi Xiaochi thought, this is probably why the main god sent him down to this world.

After all, he has played so many roles, but the role of Chi Xiaochi was the most unsuccessful.

Suddenly, Chi Xiaochi's desk was knocked a few centimeters off-kilter, waking him up from his dream.

The deskmate and the front seat did not know what conflict had arisen, and they were kicking each other's stools.

The same table called the counterattack of the girl in the front seat "尥己子", but was hanged and beaten by the girl at the front table with the rolled up textbook.

Chi Xiaochi withdrew from his emotions, swept away the rice carving left by 089 in his palm, held it in his mouth, and swallowed it with the water in the glass.

He wanted to call Brother Lou for some peace of mind, but he remembered that the 089 substitute was there now, so he swallowed the words again, and only lowered his head and smiled.

……

The space of the Lord God is filled with countless gas and dust, like a small nebula, pulled by gravitational force, surrounded by wandering fragments of the universe, but if you look closely, it looks like film is flickering and flowing in the dust A dynamic picture, on which silently passes frame by frame.

Every speck of dust is the story of a person's life.

The main god has just returned from the total system, and has not transformed from a human body into a huge suspended brain, so his body appears extremely small in the huge "instant moment".

At the beginning, it was because he didn't like this feeling of insignificance that he chose the "brain" as a working form for himself, which was at least majestic enough in appearance.

He asked the AI: "Is it all yours?"

The AI ​​replied: "Yes. 061 has gone back, and 089 has also returned to the duty room."

The Lord God hummed.

AI paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you really not worried?"

The Lord God extradited a speck of dust to his eyes, looked at it for two seconds, then lost interest, and waved his hand casually: "What are you worried about?"

AI: "Your movement is too big. According to regulations, the difficulty of the world should be gradually increased, and the last world will not be arranged as a C-level difficulty..."

"This is how I reward outstanding employees." The Lord God said with a half-smile, "He encountered so many difficulties before, and he solved them all with his own efforts. I hope he can transition safely in the last world. Is this wrong? "

AI: "With all due respect..."

Lord God: "You have spoken enough."

The AI ​​failed to understand the irony in the main myth, and said to itself: "Combined with the previous abnormal data, the possibility of 061 reporting is too high."

"Let him report it." The Lord God looked at a speck of dust in front of him, "Anyway, he doesn't remember why he was dealt with last time."

AI is silent.

He knew that Lord God knew R99, the inspector directly in charge of the "Slag Gong Recycling System" in the inspection agency.

AI reminded him: "You can make R99 call back his report, but you can't find a reason to format him like you did back then."

After all, if the love-brained host hadn't reported that 061, who had already asked him for leave, left without authorization, even if the main god could suppress this matter, he wouldn't be able to find a good reason.

"There are many reasons." The Lord God said, "Why do you think I signed the agreement with him that allows him to have a real body in every world?"

AI stopped talking.

The Lord God waved away two uninterested dust: "I didn't send that agreement to the headquarters at all.... To put it bluntly, it is a piece of waste paper."

"He has done so many illegal things in these worlds, plus his relationship with Chi Xiaochi... I just need to write his actions in any world as a report and submit it, not to mention formatting, even destroying him. It’s more than enough.”

AI sighed slightly: "It's better not to destroy it. The system has been short of manpower..."

"I know." The Lord said, "He is a very good employee. So he will forget where he is going back to."

"If he is acquainted, he should stay in that world with Chi Xiaochi for as long as possible."

After talking about 061, the Lord God asked again: "How many missions does 089 have before it's due?"

After viewing the data, the AI ​​replied: "212 times."

"Try to arrange work for him." The Lord God said, "There are indeed more and more jobs recently. You need a deputy."

……

The next class is physical education, and it stands to reason that it will be divided up by teachers of other subjects, but due to special reasons today, the physical education teacher made an exception and returned to work.

The physical education teachers in No. [-] Middle School have always been irresponsible. After a symbolic roll call, it is time for everyone to have fun freely.

The tablemate invited him to play basketball.

Chi Xiaochi said, "No."

At the same table: "What do you mean by not being able to fight? Don't fight?"

Chi Xiaochi: "No."

Deskmate: "Then why are you so tall? Are you standing up for the sky falling?"

Chi Xiaochi: "In order to make you short. Have you ever studied Chinese?"

The same table beat Chi Xiaochi: "Damn ghost. The organization entrusted you with a difficult and glorious task. You will be a substitute for the opposing team and be my undercover agent."

After Chi Xiaochi signed this wretched cooperation agreement with him, he sat on a wooden bench by the court to rest, resting his head on the backrest, looking up at the sky.

It's not that he can't play basketball, he's just a little tired.

However, Chi Xiaochi was left on the sidelines for less than 10 minutes, and a player from the opposing team who lacked physical strength left the field.

After he got up to play, his deskmate gave him a thumbs up.

Chi Xiaochi returned a thumbs up.

Chi Xiaochi had previously filmed a movie about injured and retired basketball players. In order to complete a few moves, he practiced with professional coaches for a long time. Later, he often went to the basketball court to run and sweat.

Although he hasn't played basketball for a long time, he doesn't feel very good when shooting, but after the event started, he still has the skills to dribble the ball and cooperate with others.

Coupled with his height advantage, the deskmate can only chase Chi Xiaochi to run every day, shouting "fuck you, slow down" while running, why are you acting like a rabbit?

After the activity started, Chi Xiaochi's muscles and spirits relaxed a lot, and his body gradually heated up.

At halftime, he strode to the sidelines, splashed the half bottle of mineral water he had just drank, and poured it on his head, then pulled up his vest and wiped his face.

When he pulled up his clothes, the whispering discussions of the girls in the same class on the sidelines suddenly turned into small screams of excitement.

He sat on the bench, arms pressed to his knees, head down to control the water.

Under the scorching sun, the cold water flowed over his neck, which was very comfortable, and it also stimulated his head to buzz.

Chi Xiaochi was panting, and his mind was in a trance.

The memories just now still exhausted his mind, until now he has not been able to fully come out, a piece of his heart seems to be empty, and he always feels uncomfortable.

He vaguely heard his deskmate call him twice, probably about to play or something.

Chi Xiaochi slowed down for a while, and when he raised his head, he happened to see a basketball landed on the rubber ground not far from him, and immediately shot straight towards his face.

The tablemate didn't expect that Chi Xiaochi really didn't hear everyone calling him, so he threw a ball over, deliberately didn't throw it directly, but bounced it on the ground, originally thought that such a simple ball, Chi Xiaochi would not Unable to catch it, who would have imagined that the ball would hit Chi Xiaochi's face.

For a moment, he thought desperately, it's over, this time he has to become the public enemy of the girls in the class.

Which basketball player can not be bumped by a basketball once or twice?

Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes, as if he had done the primary defense of hard-faced confrontation.

However, the rubber-smelling wind that had hit his face was suddenly stopped.

Chi Xiaochi waited for a long time for the pain to subside, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a hand stretched out from his shoulder, grabbing the entire basketball in vain.

Chi Xiaochi turned his head and saw Lou Ying standing behind his chair at some point.

Chi Xiaochi was startled, and Lou Ying who saw Chi Xiaochi was also startled.

... In Lou Ying's eyes, Chi Xiaochi is an adult with long hair. His hair is wet with water and falls down his temples. There are still some drops of water on his eyelashes. There is a blush on his face after exercising, because his hair is wet and his hair is wet. His forehead was covered, and he looked healthy, young and clean, like a college student.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, both blushing.

Lou Ying failed to catch the ball that she had caught firmly, and fell to the ground, bounced twice, and was hugged by her tablemate who rushed over.

Lou Ying came back to her senses and told her softly, "Be careful when playing."

The tablemate glanced at Lou Ying, let out an "hey", covered his face with the ball again, and asked Chi Xiaochi, "...Who is this?"

Chi Xiaochi: "My brother. He is in high school."

Deskmate: "Which high school has a holiday so early?"

Lou Ying replied: "Skipped class."

The deskmate was obediently silent.

In the eyes of uninformed junior high school students, skipping class is quite a rebellious thing, but Lou Ying has a standard good student's face, with a left face that speaks five things and four beauties, and a right face that is the pride of heaven, skipping classes and his aura Totally incompatible.

The deskmate sniffed and asked Chi Xiaochi, "Are you still fighting?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Should I let my brother play with you? He taught me basketball."

"Don't, don't." The tablemate resolutely confessed, "You two eat delicious food, the younger one is going to pull others."

After the tablemate left, Lou Ying naturally sat down beside Chi Xiaochi.

And the missing puzzle piece in Chi Xiaochi's heart was just perfectly filled.

Chi Xiaochi looked at him: "Are you skipping class?"

"I'm still worried about you. I asked the teacher for leave, and I won't go to school before the start of school." Lou Ying's tone was very flat, as if talking about something that couldn't be easier, "The things on the system are also done, rewards I have obtained 1500 exchange points, which can be exchanged for items that can be exchanged for favorability points.”

Chi Xiaochi waited for a long time to write: "... gone?"

Lou Ying: "Well, it's gone."

Amidst the muffled sound of the basketball hitting the ground, Chi Xiaochi leaned back, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Just use the system to tell me no to this matter."

Lou Ying replied: "Because I want to see you."

Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying and thought, it's so hot, it burned his face.

"Isn't it a bit abrupt to say that?" Lou Ying raised her hand and gently pressed the back of his head, and said gently, "Next time I will prepare enough reasons to see you again."

For some reason, Chi Xiaochi's heart skipped a beat.

... Lou Ying's tone just now reminded him of the person he once tried to forget.

To be honest, they are not very similar.

The person who lied to him was very young, without Lou Ying's gentle and confident sense of self-confidence, and he spoke and behaved more like a teenager in love for the first time.

Chi Xiaochi didn't know why he suddenly connected these two people.

Just because they both use the word "brusque"?

Chi Xiaochi remembered that he had a chat with 061 whose identity had not been revealed in the second world, and he also suspected Lou Ying's real identity.

At that time, the two talked about Lou Ying's previous memories.

He said, "If there is a little accident, it will be forgotten."

He added, "I owe a guy a date."

And 089 said on Mi Diao that Brother Lou had been formatted.

Before formatting, he handed over a disk to 089.

Chi Xiaochi put his hand into his trouser pocket, and tapped the corner of the disk twice, thoughtfully.

According to 089, all the character combinations that can be tried should be tried.

He gave this to himself instead of Lou Ying. Firstly, he might be afraid of attracting the attention of the Lord God. Secondly, he also believed that he could crack it.

... a 32-bit password.

Lou Ying asked him: "Why don't you talk and think about something?"

"En." Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying, "Brother, do you think that Zhu Shoucheng's life is a little smoother?"

Lou Ying: "Huh?"

Chi Xiaochi: "He has been coaching for more than 20 years. The oldest child he has brought up is almost forty. Until now, no one has come forward to accuse him?"

"Times have changed." Lou Ying felt that this question was not too difficult, "Besides, there is no evidence, so what can I use to accuse? In the end, I just endured it, forget it."

Chi Xiaochi blinked his eyes, and didn't fully agree with the answer: "His luck is so good? Not to mention suing him to court, there isn't even a single person who came to his house to blackmail him?"