Chapter 250: Missed Appointments, Silo, by the basketball court.

It was a long night.

It was so long that when Chi Xiaochi recalled it later, it was unbelievable.

After seven-thirty, he looked frequently at the door, but only waited again and again for the waiter who asked him if he was going to be served.

Chi Xiaochi hadn't eaten lunch and was really hungry, so he wanted to order a salad, but he thought it would be insincere to eat it before he arrived, so he politely refused the waiter and said to wait a little longer.

The room was decorated in a classic European style, with Wilde's poems in floral script on the walls.

Having memorized the poem by heart, a bored Chi Xiaochi turned to herself in the floor-to-ceiling window and made a face with her cheeks.

When the eustoma's dew dried up, he dipped it in lemonade and sprinkled it on the petals.

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

"I'm already here." Chi Xiaochi tried to look optimistic, "I guess you're already downstairs."

He sipped a glass of red wine and counted the one hundred and thirty-two neon signs of varying sizes outside his window before looking down at his cell phone.

No reply.

Chi Xiaochi checked road conditions and found no traffic in the vicinity.

He went up to the records, confirming that their appointment was indeed for 7:30 this evening.

Chi Xiaochi began to ruminate.

He wondered if he was in a game now, if he needed to create a trigger to get out of a new plot line.

Was it because his bow tie didn't hang up well enough, was it because there was a little dust on his leather shoes now?

Maybe just enough to tie the bow tie, wipe off the dust, and look up again, and he's coming through the door.

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

Outside there was the clinking of glasses and plates and the faintest whisper of human voices, and the faintest hint of the Happy Birthday song.

Nothing has anything to do with him.

Chi Xiaochi picks up her cell phone, edits a private message, "How long until you get here?"

His index finger lingered on the send key for a long moment before he moved it back to the keyboard and deleted the words.

He typed in four words, "Are you ......" lying to me.

Without waiting for the text to be typed, Chi Xiaochi immediately deleted the first four words, pretending that nothing had happened, pretending that the thought had never occurred to him.

The last words he sent out were, "I waited until you came."

Chi Xiaochi waited until one hundred and thirty-two neon lights went out one by one.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, it was as if he were sitting in one of the only lighted houses in the city, while the outside was filled with darkness like a tidal wave.

After three bottles of red wine, the waiter pushed the door open.

Seeing that it was not Lou Ying in disguise, Chi Xiaochi leaned back sideways on the cushion and looked at him with slightly drunken, light-laden eyes, and was just about to repeat that there was no need to serve the food when he heard the waiter politely say, "Sir, we're closing. You ......"

Chi Xiaochi was silent.

He whispered, "You guys go ahead and leave a light on for me."

His voice was too low for the waiter to hear, "What did you say, sir?"

"Nothing." Chi Xiaochi lowered her eyes to her own reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window and let out a soft laugh, "The check."

The waiter went to take the order.

Chi Xiaochi raises her hand to rub her eyes and picks up her cell phone.

The closest private message with him stopped an hour ago and was sent by him with no reply.

The last dozen or so entries have been ridiculously stupid self-questions from him alone.

Even so, Chi Xiaochi was careful to ask for advice, "Can I still come tomorrow."

This time, he received a quick reply from the other side.

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

There was a crisp shattering of glass from the box.

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

On the floor was the guest's freshly emptied bottle of red wine, which had probably accidentally hit the corner of the table when it fell, and a sharp broken piece fell into the shaggy pile of the carpet, reflecting the shattered, aqua-tinted barge of light under the crystal lamps.

The waiter was busy saying, "Sir, don't move, be careful of getting hurt. I'll have someone come and clean it up right away."

The guest sat in his seat, one hand on the tabletop, shaking slightly, "Sorry. Is there a broom."

The waiter quickly rang the notification bell, "Sir, please don't move. One moment."

Chi Xiaochi bent down, picked up all the large pieces on the floor, folded them one by one, and placed them in the corner of the table.

After signing the order, he pulled his suit jacket, ironed without a wrinkle, up into the crook of his arm and walked slowly out the door with his hands in his pockets.

Walking out of the tower, where the elevator workers were off duty, Chi Xiaochi felt a slight darkness in front of her and looked back to see that the only source of light still on the tower had disappeared.

Chi Xiaochi walked into the darkness of the night as a matter of course, walking aimlessly for a while along the dimly lit lampposts under the road, suddenly too tired to move, and without the energy to even hail a taxi or call a cab.

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

When Lucas came to pick him up, Chi Xiaochi was sitting on the curb in front of a cell phone store, bent over, his face buried in his knees.

Lucas seems to have taken advantage of last night's vacation to change his hair color, with the ends dyed a light powder blue and smelling a little like hair dye.

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

Chi Xiaochi looked up at him, "Nice haircut, Mr. Tony."

For the first time Lucas didn't correct him and got out of the car in a hurry, kneeling in front of him, "What's wrong with you, my ancestor? Didn't you go out to meet your friends?"

"Pigeonholed."

After Chi Xiaochi summarized his nearly nine-hour wait in three words, he tried to stand up, but his face changed slightly, holding his legs and not daring to move, "...... numb."

Lucas, who is a cleanliness freak, hesitated for a moment, but sat down next to Chi Xiaochi with a broken face: "Then you lean against me."

Chi Xiaochi laughed, "I'm telling you, 80% of the paparazzi are still following me right now. The headline right now is still buy drunk on the street, I'm leaning on it, tomorrow's headline will be the popular movie star subterfuge agent."

"Fuck you." Lucas said, "Given our backgrounds, I'm the one who's been sneaking up on you."

Chi Xiaochi poked at him, "Isn't it usually the old lady."

Lucas: "Get lost. Look at the context. I'm your old man today."

He snatched the ten-thousand-dollar suit from Chi Xiaochi's hand, balled it up into a pillow, and placed it on his right shoulder, "Know your stinking problem, here, lean on it."

Chi Xiaochi asks, "Are you really not afraid of filming? It's going to cost a fortune in public relations."

Lucas said, "Shoot, let them shoot, shoot and forget. Anyway, I won't suffer if I rumor with you."

Chi Xiaochi just really leaned in.

He called Lucas: "Tony ah."

Lucas: "You are not looking for death."

Chi Xiaochi asked him, "Have you ever had that feeling? A person who knows he's being played, but still has that little bit of hope that there's a chance he's not being played."

Lucas agrees, "Yeah, that's how I feel when I have kryptonite and draw cards."

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

Lucas asserted, "Big dummy."

Chi Xiaochi was amused and couldn't stop laughing.

Lucas looked at him sideways, "So is the big dummy going back? There's some soup at home."

Chi Xiaochi straightened up, "Back."

For the next few days, Lucas stayed by his side, contacting the PR department to solve the problem of that night, and at the same time, he was also scolding the liar on behalf of Chi Xiaochi in various ways.

He did the best he could with what he had.

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

Hearing things from someone, even if the narrator is moving, can never compare to experiencing them firsthand.

What's more, what he heard was nothing more than a flippant remark by Chi Xiaochi.

--I was tricked into meeting someone posing as a good friend from the past, waited for hours for nothing, and in the end, he blackballed me.

Chi Xiaochi is not used to showing his wounds or telling people how good his "best friend" was to him.

He's an adult and knows what's right and what's wrong. He knows that communication is the way to open his heart, that he can exercise instead of taking sleeping pills if he can't sleep, and that smoking causes lung cancer.

He's just too lazy to do it for Chi Xiaochi.

People's sorrows and joys are never interchangeable, so Chi Xiaochi has made himself an island.

Suddenly one day, because of an accident, he came to a whole new world. He has to live on with someone else's face and identity, so he doesn't dare to muddle through and get by anymore.

He learns to do the right thing and plan the future as best he can for each host.

Because she knows what it's like to be unhappy, Chi Xiaochi wants them to be happy.

As a result, going around in circles, he had returned to his own parallel world.

It's not a desert island, it's a giant paradise.

Surrounding him was everything he had ever known, and it was this familiarity that he could fully immerse himself in that was hypnotizing.

Honestly, what's so different about this world from other worlds.

In the final analysis, the hundred hustle and bustle and youthful prosperity of the world were not his.

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

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

It was an old habit of his, and he was often guilty of it when his mind wandered.

Lucas has corrected him so many times that sometimes when he takes off his clothes for a magazine cover, Lucas jumps up and says, "Oh my God, what's wrong with you? Who hit you?"

Chi Xiaochi said whatever she could, "I'm going to boxing practice."

Lucas: "Boxing on the inside of the thigh? What kind of porno boxing is that? I'll report it."

Lucas always gave him an earful, but in the end, there was always nothing he could do for Chi Xiaochi.

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

Later, because of the switch to using someone else's body and not being able to do as I please, this problem was corrected naturally.

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

After all, of all the roles he's played, Chi Xiaochi is the only one he's failed at.

Suddenly, Chi Xiaochi's desk was knocked a few centimeters askew, snapping him out of his visionary dream.

The table and the front seat were kicking each other's stools in some sort of conflict.

The same table called the girl in the front seat's comeback "kicking back," and she was beaten with a rolled-up textbook by the girl at the front table.

Chi Xiaochi pulled back from his emotions, swept up the rice sculpture left in his palm 089 and took it in his mouth, serving it down with water from a water glass.

He wanted to call out Lou, begging for a little peace of mind, but remembered that over there is now 089 Substitute, words to the mouth, and swallowed, only lowered his head and smiled a smile.

......

The space of the Lord God, "in a moment", filled with countless gases and dust, like a small nebula, pulled by gravity, surrounded by the wandering debris of the universe, but look closely, the dust flickers between the flow of film-like moving images, on which a silent frame by frame skimming.

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

The Lord God had just returned from the General System and had not yet transformed from a human body into a huge suspended brain, so his body appeared extremely small in the large "in a moment".

It was because he didn't like the feeling of insignificance that he chose the "brain" for himself, a form of work that was majestic, at least in appearance.

He asked the AI, "All in their places?"

The AI replied, "Yes. 061 has gone back and 089 is back on duty."

The Lord God hmmm'd.

AI paused for a moment and opened his mouth to inquire, "Are you really not worried?"

The Lord God extradited a speck of dust to his eyes, scrutinized it for two seconds and lost interest, waving it away with a letter, "What's the worry?"

AI: "You are moving too much. According to the rules, the difficulty of the worlds should be progressively increased, and it won't schedule the last world as a C-rank difficulty ......"

"This is my way of honoring outstanding employees." The Lord God seemed to smile, "He had randomly reached so many difficult situations before and solved them all by his own efforts, is it wrong for me to want him to have a safe transition in the last world?"

AI: "With all due respect ......"

LORD GOD: "You've been straight enough."

The AI, however, failed to understand the irony in the master's myth and said to itself, "Combined with the previous anomalous data, the likelihood of 061 going to report is too high."

"Let him report it." The Lord God scrutinized a speck of dust in front of him, "He doesn't remember, anyway, what he himself was dealt with for last time."

AI silence.

He knew that the main god and the inspector R99, who was directly in charge of the "Slag Attack Recycling System" in the monitoring organization, were acquainted with each other.

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

After all, if that brain-dead Love Brain host hadn't reported the unauthorized absence of 061, who had clearly taken leave from him, even if the Lord God could suppress this matter, he wouldn't have been able to find a good reason to make it right.

"There are reasons." The Lord God said, "Why do you think, I made that agreement with him that allowed him to have a true body in every world?"

The AI doesn't speak.

The Lord God waved away two more uninterested dust, "That agreement, I didn't even send it to headquarters. ...... To put it bluntly, it was a piece of scrap paper."

"He's done so many violations in these worlds, plus his relationship with Chi Xiaochi ...... I just have to submit a report on his actions in any of these worlds, and it's more than enough to destroy him, not to mention formatting. "

The AI sighed slightly, "Better not destroy it. There's been a shortage in the system ......"

"I know." The Lord God said, "He's a very good employee. So he'll forget where he's going back to."

"If he had any sense, he would have stayed in that world with Chi Xiaochi for as long as he could."

After talking about 061, the Lord God asked, "How many more missions are due for 089?"

The AI looked over the data and replied, "212 times."

"Try to organize work for him." The Lord God said, "The work does seem to be increasing lately. You need a deputy."

......

The next class was Physical Education, which was supposed to be divided among the other subject teachers, but for today's particular reason, the PE teacher made an exception and rejoined the class.

The physical education teacher in the second middle school has always been irresponsible, and after the symbolic assembly and roll call, it was time for everyone to have a free-for-all.

The table invited him to play basketball.

Chi Xiaochi said, "No."

Tablemate: "What do you mean you can't? No fight?"

Chi Xiaochi: "No."

Tablemate: "So what are you growing so tall for? To hold up the sky when it's falling?"

Chi Xiaochi: "To contrast your shortness. Have you ever studied language."

The same table hammered Chi Xiaochi, "Deadbeat. The organization has entrusted you with a difficult but honorable task, substitute into the opposing team later and be my undercover."

Chi Xiaochi signed the obscene partnership deal with him and then sat down on a wooden bench on the sidelines to relax, his head resting 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 had been on the sidelines for less than ten minutes when an understrength member of the opposing team came off the field.

After he got up on the floor, his table gave him a thumbs up.

Chi Xiaochi returned the thumbs up.

Chi Xiaochi had done a movie about a retired basketball player and practiced for a long time with a professional coach in order to complete a few moves, and then went to the basketball court from time to time to run around and sweat it out.

It's been a long time since he's played basketball and he doesn't have much of a feel for shooting, but he's still got the skills to carry the ball across the floor plus play matchups when he's active and open.

Coupled with his height advantage, the table can only day after day to Chi Xiaochi run, while running shouting fuck you slow down a little bit how you like a rabbit when you go back to your father will be red hot you.

After moving around, Chi Xiaochi's muscles and spirit were relaxed and his body gradually warmed up.

By halftime, he strides to the sidelines, takes the small half-bottle of mineral water left over from his own drink just now and clatters it over his head, pulling up his little undershirt again to wipe his face.

As he pulled up his shirt, what had been a whispered murmur from the girls in his class on the sidelines steeped into a small squeal of excitement.

He sat down on the bench, arms pressed into his knees, and looked down to control the water.

The cool water running over his neck under the hot sun was soothing and stimulating that his head buzzed.

Chi Xiaochi gasped, her mind in a bit of a trance.

The memories just now, still consumed his mind, until now he couldn't completely walk out, a heart like an empty piece, always felt not quite comfortable.

He vaguely heard his tablemates call out to him twice, I think it was time to go on or something.

Chi Xiaochi slowed down for a moment and looked up just in time to see a basketball land on the rubberized floor not far from him, and then bounce straight toward his face.

The table didn't realize that Chi Xiaochi really didn't hear what everyone was saying to him, so he just smashed a ball over, and didn't throw it directly, but bounced it on the ground a little bit, and I didn't think that Chi Xiaochi wouldn't be able to catch it, but I didn't think that the ball was going to Chi Xiaochi's face.

For a moment, he thought in despair, "It's over, he'll have to become the public enemy of all the girls in the class this time.

What basketball player can't take a bump or two from a basketball?

Chi Xiaochi closes his eyes, a sort of primary guard for taking the face hard.

However, the rubbery-smelling wind that had already hit his face was abruptly cut off.

Chi Xiaochi waited long enough for the pain not to arrive, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a hand reach out from his shoulder and grab the entire basketball in an empty grip.

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

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

...... The Chi Xiaochi in Lou Ying's eyes is a long-haired adult style, with hair wet with water and falling down her temples, with a little droplet of water on her eyelashes, and a post-exercise blush floating on her face as her hair is wet exposing her forehead, making her look healthy, young and clean, like a college student.

The two stared at each other for several seconds, both blushing.

Lou Ying's ball, which had been caught securely, was not caught, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and was caught in the arms of a rushing tablemate.

Lou Ying came back with a soft admonition, "Be careful with the ball."

The table looked at Lou Ying, gave a "hey", covered his face with the ball again, and asked Chi Xiaochi, "...... Who's this?"

Chi Xiaochi: "My brother. He's in high school."

Tablemate: "What high school has a vacation this early?"

Lou Ying answered for me, "Skipped class."

The table was dutifully silenced.

In the eyes of the uninitiated junior high school students, skipping class is quite a treacherous thing, but Lou Ying has a standard face of a good student, the left side of his face, the right side of his face, skipping class is completely incompatible with his aura.

The table sniffles and asks Chi Xiaochi, "Still fighting?"

Chi Xiaochi : "Why don't you let my brother play with you? He taught me basketball."

"Don't don't." The same table resolutely conceded, "You two eat and drink well, I'm going to pull the others."

After the table had left, Lou Ying naturally sat down next to Chi Xiaochi.

And the missing piece of the puzzle in Chi Xiaochi's mind was filled in just right.

Chi Xiaochi looks over at him, "You skipped class?"

"Still not quite sure about you. I asked the teacher for a leave of absence, so I won't go to school before the start of the school year." Lou Ying muzzle is very flat, like talking about a simple thing, "The system side of the matter is also finished, rewarded 1500 exchange points, can be used to exchange the equivalent of goodwill value can be exchanged for items."

Chi Xiaochi waited for the following, "...... is gone?"

Lou Ying: "Uh, no."

At the muffled thud of the basketball hitting the floor, Chi Xiaochi leaned back and pretended to be relaxed, "You can just use the system to talk to me about this."

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

Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying and thought, "The sky is really hot, baking his face hot.

"Isn't it a bit abrupt to say so?" Lou Ying raised his hand and gently pressed the back of his head, and said gently, "Next time I will be ready with a good enough reason to see you again."

Somehow, Chi Xiaochi's heart skipped a beat.

...... Lou Ying s tone just now reminded him of the person he had tried so hard to forget.

Honestly, they're not very similar.

The person who deceived him was very green, without Lou Ying's gentle and sure sense of self-confidence, more like a teenager falling in love for the first time in his speech and behavior.

Chi Xiaochi didn't know why she had suddenly connected the two.

Just because they both used the word "abrupt"?

Chi Xiaochi recalls that he had a casual conversation in the second world with 061, whose identity had not yet been revealed, and suspected Lou Ying's true identity.

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

He said, "There was a little accident and it was all forgotten."

He added, "I owe someone a date."

And 089 said on Rice Sculpture that Lou had been formatted.

And before formatting, he handed over a disk to 089.

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

Any way of combining characters that can be tried should have been tried according to 089.

He gave this to himself instead of Lou Ying, for one thing, probably because he was afraid of attracting the attention of the main god, and for another, he also believed that he could crack it.

......32 bit password ah.

Lou Ying asked him, "Why aren't you talking, thinking?"

"Uh-huh." Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying, "Brother, don't you think that Zhu Shoucheng is living a little too smoothly?"

Lou Ying: "Huh?"

Chi Xiaochi : "He has been teaching for more than twenty years. The oldest of the kids he's brought up is almost 40 years old. So far, no one has come out and accused him?"

"Time has changed, I guess." Lou Ying didn't think that was a hard question, "Besides, what's the point of making an accusation when there's no proof? In the end, I just put up with it and forget about it."

Chi Xiaochi blinked once, not fully agreeing with this answer, "Is he that lucky? Not to mention suing him in court, not even one came to his house to blackmail and spill the beans?"