dramatic death

Chapter 110

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Dong Tiantian's cough sounded like a valve that suddenly exploded, ringing without warning and shaking so hard that it couldn't stop, and over time, it changed from a fake cough to a real cough—he was almost choked by the saliva. Get over it.

Yin Tong looked speechless, flipped over a bottle of mineral water and threw it over.Classmate Dong gulped down several mouthfuls in a row, and the first time he recovered, he rolled a huge white eye over his blushing face.

"All right," he complained in a hoarse voice, "I know it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and Mr. Xiaoyin is going to have a boo. I can't stop it. But please look up, I'm so old A living person is still sitting here, can you take care of the single dog, can you give me a piece of fresh air."

"...If the air is not clean, you have to contact the Environmental Protection Bureau. It's really useless to find me."

Yin Tong shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and waved his hand to signal An Qi to return to his soul. He said, "You have kissed and kissed, and you have been in a daze. It's time to wake up and join our seminar."

An Qi blinked blankly, watching Yin Tong leaning over to caress the inside of his wrist.His fingertips rubbed against the blood vessels under his skin, his slightly cool body temperature carried residual moisture, his moist thin lips curved slightly, and he gave an ambiguous chuckle.

"What's in here?"

His eyes were squinting upwards, his eyes were heavy, the corners of his lips were still raised, but there was no smile in his voice.

An Qi couldn't figure out what he was thinking, whether he was happy or unhappy, so he simply followed his movements and tapped twice on the inside of his wrist.

The mobile terminal developed after the new era is an interactive software based on personal wishes. Unless the user turns on the "sharing mode", his light screen will not be seen by the second person.Yin Tong tilted his head and watched An Qi pointing in mid-air, and every time his fingers landed at the exact distance, it was like poking a piece of transparent glass or a virtual panel.

"I don't have a sharing mode," An Qi said, and he quickly showed an aggrieved expression, blinking his eyes like an abandoned puppy, "Tongtong, why don't you add me as a friend..."

Yin Tong raised his eyebrows, reached out and sent a friend request.

The application sent was quickly approved, and the dog's avatar belonging to An Qi also lit up in his friend list.Yin Tong looked at the cohabitant next to him and bent his lower lip happily, his fingers were still poking in mid-air, like a big boy who had received a compliment.

He turned his eyes back to the notebook on his lap, tapped the page twice unconsciously with a pen, and motioned to An Qi: "Tell me?"

An Qi's finger swiped twice in mid-air: "There are interactive functions about friends, and there are fixed system notifications. There is no Dong Tiantian's 'photograph' and 'save/load file', and there is no Tongtong's 'group'. Team' permission, but I have a map here, which is the map of the whole school."

"'Whole school map'?"

"Well," An Qi nodded, and the notebook in Yintong's hand was drawing while saying, "According to our current position, the northernmost side of the school-the dormitory buildings are located on both sides of the north gate. Go south The canteen, the playground, and the library are in order, and the swimming pool is facing the library, and then going south is the teaching building—the activity room is inside the teaching building.”

An Qi's pen stopped for a while, and drew a box in the northwest corner of the map.

"This is the school hospital, surrounded by dormitory buildings."

"I don't have your dungeon entries on my light screen, those entries are directly marked on the map. So in my opinion, the dormitory building on this map is bright, the activity room is bright, and there is another place, "

An Qi raised his head to meet Shang Yintong's gaze.

"My next copy, the library, is also bright."

……

How many endings can there be in the setting of reasoning and deciphering **G games?

Before the conversation with Dong Tiantian became strange, Yin Tong had never considered this issue.

In fact, it is not surprising to have this kind of thinking. It is true that the endings of most games can be divided into three categories: BE, HE, and TE, but the number of specific endings under each category is completely different.Usually there is the most BE, followed by HE, and generally only one TE, but this is based on the thinking mode of the game design team. If Hakoniwa Online is really an online game that can be changed at any time by the GM's thinking, if the GM is completely If you don't care about the workload of the script, then there can naturally be countless so-called TEs.

As long as the ending doesn't exceed the threshold the GM envisages, then it can be counted as "qualifying for TE".

Putting it in copy one can be equivalent to "this ending meets the threshold of 'reality', so it can be planned as TE".

So what is the threshold of "reality"?

Yin Tong pursed his lower lip and looked up at Dong Tiantian.

Before he could speak, the boy with his legs crossed on the opposite chair rubbed his temples and sighed. He said, "Wait a minute, I have to stroke it."

"This story is a bit long, I'll start telling it directly from the time of the dungeon."

……

When Dong Tiantian opened his eyes (entering the dungeon), he was firmly tied to a desk.

His face was facing down, and a black pen was rolling in his vision. The blurred shadow of the pen was reflected on the brown-red wooden table, so that he could see a tiny hole in the cap of the pen with sharp eyes.

What is this hole for?

He tried to figure out this little secret that he hadn't discovered before, but the moment he raised his hand, he realized that he was tied into a crab.His left and right hands have formed a friendly alliance with the two legs of the desk. If he wants to get out of danger, he must break the table first.

This is impossible, not to mention breaking the table, Dong Tiantian three years later is not able to break a pen with bare hands, and Dong Tiantian three years ago is even a rookie with no strength to restrain a chicken.

He was lying on the desk, his stomach ached from something on the desk, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the perpetrator who tied him up standing by the window and drawing the curtains, the setting sun pierced through the thick curtains, leaving a bruise on his face. A bright light.

Dong Tiantian was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that Wen Qiu was still a 21-year-old young man at this time.

The 21-year-old Mr. Wen is fair-skinned and beautiful, with a gentle smile and a gentle smile. Standing in front of the window sill, his waist and legs are as gentle as jade, and he is far from the calm and prestige of three years later.

However, Dong Tiantian was still afraid of him, afraid of his eyes and his voice, so that the moment they met each other, they quickly withdrew their gaze.

He turned his head, his face pressed against the cold table.His eyes circled the beautiful pen three times, until he was forced to include a white hand in his field of vision.

"What's the matter?" He heard Wen Qiu ask softly, the other party seemed to have suddenly realized something, his voice froze, and he quickly bent down and untied the string that bound Dong Tiantian's wrist.

"Sorry," Wen Qiu reached out and rubbed Dong Tiantian's hair, "I'm just teasing you, does it hurt, why don't you tie me up too?"

Seeing that Dong Tiantian didn't open his hand, he simply bent down even more vigorously, leaned forward and stretched out his hand to brush away the messy hair of the boy, trying to calm down his voice and try to comfort him.However, Dong Tiantian was completely overwhelmed by the way of coaxing the child. Wen Qiu was stunned when he saw the tears rolling in the young boy's eyes.

Dong Tiantian turned his head and got up from the desk with downcast eyes.

Just for a while, it was enough for him to remember what this memory was all about.When he was tied to the table three years ago, Wen Qiu was not so easy to talk to. If he had known that tears were so effective, he should have abandoned his pawn to save the car and avoid the 100-plus pages of self-criticism.

It's a pity that at that time, his temper was as stubborn as an ox in the plow field. Not only did he refuse to admit defeat while lying on the table, he also tried to defeat the enemy with taunts in his eyes.Teacher Wen naturally didn't eat this set, not only didn't eat, but also slowly cleaned up the table, preparing to participate in the temporary activities of the club at night.

——"If you don't confess and be lenient, I can only file a complaint with Yin Tong. I thought it was he who asked you to sneak into the teaching and research room to find something, but after thinking about it carefully, why didn't you ask me to find something? Can't let me see something?"

——"So I'm thinking, he probably didn't give you any orders, it was you who made up your mind to be a gentleman on the beam."

—— "But this is strange, what is there to steal in the teaching and research section?"

——"This place is full of teachers on weekdays. There are no materials and no files. It is no different from the classroom you stay in."

"So, what are you here for?"

Dong Tiantian thought, I have too many things to take.

He propped up the table with his backhand and sat on the desk, only Wen Qiu's clean leather shoes could be seen in his lowered vision.The sound of the wheels rolling across the ground echoed in the teaching and research room, and he realized that Teacher Wen seemed to have dragged a stool to sit in front of him, cleared his throat, and seemed to be having a long conversation.

"What happened?" Wen Qiu asked

Dong Tiantian is really hard to answer this question.What can he say?I'm just playing the game now, you are the NPC in my game, the real you was bitten to the brim with blood in order to save me on the commercial street in Central City.I don't even know if you're dead or not, but I still have to work hard here to fight monsters and pass the level. My only good friend is still busy with men, and can't wait to give me extra meals every day.

Dong Tiantian lowered his head, counting the cracks on the floor tiles.He really didn't want to analyze his mood carefully, and always felt that once he did, he would blame others.

Yin Tong has lost his memory, and An Qi is still unbelievable. The intellectual defense line of their small group has been completely broken by hostile forces, and they are waiting to wear down their remaining will and uproot them.

why?What are we doing wrong?

Dong Tiantian sat on the desk and shook his legs twice. He wanted to blink back the sour liquid in his eyes, but somehow his eyelashes trembled and he saw them fall on his knees.

He raised his head and looked into Wen Qiu's eyes.

He said: "Teacher Wen, some people have never burned, killed, looted, and are born as a blank slate. Why do they commit so many sins for nothing and become street rats and everyone shouts and beats them?"

"Is human nature inherently evil? Are we born to pay for our sins?"

"If so."

"I'd rather die plain and simple."