Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Chapter 103

'Teacher - wow, wow!Li Qianmu hit me woo woo woo! '

'Li-Qian-Mu!Why do you bully your classmates again?The teacher is going to call your parents to the school! '

'Because he said I look like a monster, so he should fight!Call me teacher, hum, my dad will only praise me for playing well! '

'...'

After the teacher contacted the parents of the problem students in disbelief, he really got a reply of "very busy, good beating, double the hospital fee, let my son have another beating".

The red-haired boy, who was not mistaken, rushed out of the office and returned to the playground happily, like a pony returning to the free grassland.

'Oh oh oh oh oh back! '

'It's so fast, Li Qianmu is so amazing!I'm not afraid of the teacher at all. '

The primary school students waiting in the corner of the playground cheered in surprise and admiration. Li Qianmu waved his fist alone and beat his classmate who said he could eat people. It was like a miracle in the child's eyes.

For a while—the newly-promoted class bully Li Qianmu, who was a little shorter than his peers, and whose red hair and red eyes were indeed a bit scary, had a more stalwart image in the hearts of the students.

'Li Qianmu Li Qianmu, that, the football you brought...'

"Hmm, let's play together. Football needs many people to play together."

The red-haired boy didn't hesitate, and readily satisfied the desire of the little boys with excess energy.

They have just entered the first grade of elementary school. The school is worried that six or seven-year-old children will be injured if they play football randomly. The physical education class is almost equivalent to filling the playground. .

At this time, the football that Li Qianmu brought to school from his own home successfully improved his already tall image, shining like gold.

'but! '

'Hey hey hey? '

"Football is very dangerous. If you run around chasing the ball, you will fall down. If you kick someone, the teacher will get mad again." "The red-haired boy pressed down on his classmates who were about to move, and answered the pre-play request with a certain posture, "You have to follow the rules and listen to my instructions to play, you know?" '

'Well - got it! ! ! '

'Okay!Well, let me think about it... In this way, like a football game on TV, we have to divide into two teams first, Wang Xiaoming, you go to the red team, Li Xiaogang, you go to the blue team...'

The red-haired boy actually didn't understand the rules of football, but just relying on the few glances from the TV, he seemed to be well-formed, but he was divided into teams in a mess. Except for the goalkeepers on both sides, everyone else was in the middle Running around with the ball, yelling with excitement.

It was chaotic, but it was not as chaotic as the dumbfounded teachers who passed by and saw this scene thought.

Among the crowd running wildly, the red-haired boy always ran a few steps slower than the rest of the group.

After running for a while, he felt weak all over, and when he opened his mouth to breathe, his chest burned and hurt. At that time, the baby's fat white porcelain face was covered with a thick layer of blush, and the round and shiny cat pupils became even redder. , as if the color inside overflowed due to strenuous exercise, dyeing the end of the eye.

The seven-year-old boy didn't know what the discomfort at the moment meant. He just thought that he was running too fast and didn't have enough energy to run back and forth. He deliberately followed a few steps, and then commanded remotely from the edge.

Whoever bumped into or stepped on anyone would be strictly stopped by the sharp-eyed boy, who forcibly dragged everyone back from the pit of collective scolding by himself.

'...Where did the first grade football come from? !Hello!What about your physical education teacher? '

'Football lost, withdraw! '

'Oh huh huh back to the classroom—'

I had a lot of fun, the kids who haven't been criticized and educated are refreshed, and I want to play like this again next time. Li Qianmu, who took them to fly freely, will be the "boss" whose status cannot be shaken from now on!

It didn't take long for the red-haired boy to upgrade from being a class bully to the most lawless brat in the entire grade.

The teachers wanted to faint when they saw him. This kid is so lively. God knows where so many wonderful ideas come from in his head. There is no game of punishment that they haven't played - that's right, under the leadership of Li Qianmu, they can always get stuck in the bottom line and retreat, even if they pass a little bit, they can escape quickly.

The culprit is only seven years old, and he can vent the high blood pressure of a teacher in the office. In the future, he will still have it, and the whole school will probably be turned upside down.

But there is no way, there is no punishment, the little kids have not violated the rules and did not intentionally cause trouble, and verbal education does not work. It is useful for other accomplices to find parents to reduce dimensionality, but it cannot cure the most escaped one.

The parents of the red-haired boy are very busy, and at the same time they can be regarded as a model of pampering their children for no reason. They don't care what kind of trouble their child has caused outside. In the eyes of the parents, making trouble is probably a sign of the child's vitality. It should be praised for doing well!Want compensation?Just pay, doesn't his family have any money?

What comforts the teacher a little is that Li Qianmu, Xiong Guixiong, is a good boy at heart. He will not provoke others unless he is provoked by others. It is pitiful to see a child who wants to bully him but is beaten by him. Xi, he will reluctantly accept the bad child and bring him to play with after the other party realizes the mistake while crying.

The team that overturned the primary school building is getting bigger and bigger. It can be predicted that within three years at the most, the proud little boy who is as white as a pretty girl will be able to dominate the world (primary school) under the eyes of the teachers and students of the whole school.

But others are worried.

The bear child has been spoiled by his family for a long time, and he doesn't care about everything. It's hard to say whether he will grow crooked in the future...

'dad!I want to learn martial arts! '

'What kind of martial arts are you learning, you are still young, what should I do if my good son is exhausted?Mom and Dad are distressed. '

"Tch, my mother won't feel bad, she thinks I'm not tall enough."I want to learn!I almost lost a fight today, I want to exercise, grow taller early, and become a martial arts star! '

'Ahaha, learn!Dad will hire a coach for you tomorrow, Qianmu, just practice and exercise, and you will inherit Dad's work in the future...'

'Know-la-but!I want to start my own company first, better than yours! '

'Okay, okay, my son must be better than me! '

The red-haired boy was carrying a schoolbag, and was walking on a flat road, but it seemed that the road was bumpy, and he couldn't stop bouncing around.

He was held by a man who looked somewhat similar to him, laughing and laughing all the way, his expectations for the future shining brightly, like the most ordinary and warmest pair of father and son.

……

This is a long-forgotten past.

It's normal that Qian Mu, who has been wandering abroad for countless years, can't remember.

And earlier, starting with Zhu Fu Jingguang, when everyone was talking about what they were playing when they were young, the young boss who unfortunately got mixed up in the police dog team recalled it politely for a second, very good, forgot all, and resolutely did not participate in the topic.

Seven-year-old Jiang Gu Ling has no friends, wandering around outside without knowing what to do.

Seven-year-old Zhu Fu Jingguang and his little friend foolishly hid in a wooden house in the forest, scaring the whole family out of their wits without knowing it.

Seven-year-old Yi Dahang led his classmates to run to the park to catch cicadas, but he was busy for a long time without catching one.

Seven-year-old Hagiwara Kenji and seven-year-old Matsuda Jinhei rubbed their faces with motor oil, and they lay excitedly on the floor of the repair shop, tossing the silent radio.

What is seven-year-old Li Qianmu doing?

The 22-year-old Yuan Qianmu has a vague impression.

It may be that the subconscious mind deliberately emptied that period of black history. If he really wants to recall how domineering and lawless he was in the first grade of elementary school, he may not want to believe it.

Did he really experience this childhood that sounded more arrogant and fulfilling than those five people combined?

That was really unfortunate.

He once had too much, how innocent and happy he was when he was far away from the truth, suddenly lost everything, and how helpless he was when he had nothing. disgusted.

But, back to the present.

Even if the current Qian Mu recalled the past, he would not feel much resentment, after all, he was relieved of the most disgusting death, and the obsession of young people's depression was nothing.

However, the script seemed to know that the dominance would be lost, but it had nothing to do with him. In order to disgust him, it changed a new trick.

Physical restrictions have little effect on him, so the chains no longer appear, at most let him lie on the bed for a while, and the greater burden is the mental wear and tear.

The one he tried many years ago directly messed up his memory.

The long-forgotten "disgusting" memory emerged, like a malicious reminder, re-engraving that boring scene into my mind.

In contrast, there are very few memories of "happiness" that I still remember, but this time it was diluted by the dark colors, and the accompanying warm feelings were also taken away, leaving only the darkness where negative emotions raged.

In a coma for a month, he kept experiencing the first and second deaths, and other forgotten or not forgotten past events, or the worrying future that has not yet happened but is very likely to happen... Until the consciousness finally wakes up in reality, the relive of keeping silent all the time is considered as the end.

Small problem, don't need to worry too much.Qian Mu judged calmly.

Compared with the cost of being involved in the script and only relying on death to escape, this is not a "cost" at all.

It is equivalent to being locked in a dark room and watching immersive movies for a month. Those bleak and entangled emotions are not owned by him, but imposed on him by the "price". He can only show off his might during the closed period. The hatred will disappear.

Anyway, it basically does not affect the reality, and it is suitable to use it as a means of modifying the script in the future. He briefly summed up his feelings when he was immersed in the experience, and after appeasing Agu, he made a plan to win people in the future.

He didn't need to read the script to guess the ending of Gin and Belmode in "Detective Conan". The best result is that one of them will die, and the worst will be the end of both of them.

Using his two-month bed leave in exchange for the lives of the two of them, this deal is too cost-effective, and he, who likes to solve problems easily, is very satisfied.

Well, there is still a little bit of impact on reality.

For example, Jiang Gu Ling has such a unique color scheme, if it wasn't for the "price" to draw his memory, he would definitely draw a little more and not return it, and he would not forget it so quickly.

The warmth that was taken away along with the memory also passed away. Those golden sands scattered in the gaps of memories seem to be being eroded by the desert. One day, they will become the worthless ordinary sand that he was worried about in the past...

Qian Mu still thinks the problem is not big.

Not to mention exchanging memories and emotions for lives, no matter how you look at it, he made the deal, and the resistance of the script can't change anything. The so-called fate is already under his control.

It is a treasure, and there will be no day when it becomes an ordinary grain of sand.

He went back, and from whoever asked him to pay the price, he filled up the forgotten gaps with new memories, and filled up the lost feelings with new pleasures.

There is no need to worry about running out, because he has already returned, and all the sources of motivation that support him to "live persistently" are not bad, and they all exist intact in this long-lost world.

——In this case...it doesn't matter if you are casual, anyway, you can always make it up.

Qian Mu thought so that night.

The dazzling brilliance of the fireworks passed through the car window and fell into the red eyes that seemed to be purely admiring. What moved and swayed in Qian Mu's eyes was not the reflection of the explosion of the Ferris wheel, but the terrifying epitome of the lurking monster finally waking up.

That is no less than the old obsession with "life" - a new obsession.

Yuan Qianmu no longer hates death and danger, because the dangers approaching him are all under his control.And if a person is too desireless, then life is too boring, so he has found a new object of aversion for himself.

It seems that since a long time ago, he has been worried that the idiots he worked so hard to save will die quietly in a place where he can't see.

"Don't care" and "believe them" are both lies.

Qian Mu has never felt at ease.

His heart has become a bottomless dark abyss, there is no support point for landing on the top, only fragile but complicated silk threads are intertwined and involved.

It is these threads that maintain him who is still fragmented, and stabilize his gentle appearance that seems to have been precipitated by time, so as to deceive everyone.

——Ah Yuan, you, why, still...

——I'm sorry, Agu, I forgot what I shouldn't, but I can't forget what I should.It has become like this, although it is not in the same direction as the script predicted... There is no way, after all...

Under the smiling skin, muddy mud flows.

The composition of "Yuan Qianmu" has long since changed, he is him and he is not him, and the ray of courage given to him by death cannot replace the deep-rooted essence.

He returned to his hometown and saw his family.

Because he wanted to collect them carefully, but had nowhere to put them, he gently placed them on the silk screen in his heart.

Although a silk thread can only withstand a little force, but the number is enough and the weave is fine enough, it can support the weight of these people - as long as they stay obediently, don't move around, and wait for him to fill the hole into a flat ground , there will never be a day when you fall and die like yourself.

When he saw the ending of Gin and Belmode in the script, the thread didn't break, because he had expected that these two people were also very well-behaved and would not stray outside the safe range without authorization.

Seeing Kenji Hagiwara, who had been reduced to the role of a passerby, fall into the end of death again, a silk thread broke quietly.

Seeing that Matsuda Jinpei never listened to people's words again and again, and when he shook his hand and wanted to throw his life away, the second and third silk threads were also broken. Until now, there was only a slight sound.

Not long after, the inner world suddenly ushered in earth-shaking changes.

The cause was a bomber.

The small characters who could be disposed of at will many years ago, but always rely on the protection of the script to escape, and use their own stupid behaviors to constantly pry the fate of others.

Qian Mu saw it.

The thick script in his mind refreshed the follow-up of the incident, like a reminder of his nervousness.

The bomber will once again serve as the fuse for future important events, and next time, it will be the lucky Jiang Guling's turn to be the unlucky one who suffers.

Indeed, Fugu Rei has always been very lucky. As the protagonist, he has a different life from those passers-by, and there is a high probability that he will not die if he is put on a bomb collar.Purely for revenge, there are countless ways to ensure that the bomber will not die, but it is more uncomfortable than dying.

but.

but.

——Why do you want to bet on this meaningless probability?

——Is it necessary for uncertain factors to exist?

From the first thread that was suddenly disconnected in the dead silence, the crisp sound of the silk thread cracking came out frequently.

The silk net in the depths of the darkness began to shake and was no longer stable, as if it would break and fall with several people in the net at any time.

Qian Mu thought it was too funny, he couldn't afford the price of obliterating the uncertain factors, that is, when he wanted to make up for the lost happiness later, Jiang Gu Ling might cry pitifully.

He loathes the [danger] of being away from himself.

So he happily blew up the uncertain factors, without leaving a trace, completely destroyed.

However, with several broken threads, it seems that the situation is a little worse than expected.

Qian Mu left immediately while the complete body could still be maintained, lest what he saw in his eyes was a duo of idiots arguing about who was more idiotic, but what appeared in his mind was the dead bodies of the two who died in the same way.

Although I heard from them nearby that cross talk is convenient and effective to fill in the gaps, but there is a keen idiot on the scene, he'd better stay away.

The discomfort during the period of lying down and resting can be simply ignored. The "little impact" left after the incident, since he has already returned home, naturally becomes "no impact". It's just a waste of worrying about myself who is fine.

He is fine, the backlash this time is much easier than the last time, and because of the excess warmth, the warm memory could not be completely taken away, such as the gray and white memory from the dark tide, there was unexpectedly more A little light.

—The red-haired boy clings intimately to his father who will abandon him in three years.

——The big hand tightly grasped the pale little hand. The touch should be warm, but what he actually felt was a biting cold, and he couldn't stop the nausea.

When the memory came back, the man in reality was still sitting in Belmode's car. He didn't raise his hand to cover his mouth tightly, his expression remained unchanged on his pale face, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly raised.

After all, this level is nothing.

It was also because the nausea and coolness flooding his heart suddenly subsided, and through this clip, Qian Mu remembered another past that was related.

As a result, the picture in his mind switched to the blinking blue eyes of the black-haired youth.

The upper body is a uniform blue uniform, the young man has no stubble on his chin, and the face of a high school student is serious.

Just finished making an unconvincing defense for his childhood self, he shook his eyes in embarrassment, and suddenly turned to the taciturn "he".

'Don't just grab me and say, if you do this again, next time I go to Mr. Fujiwara's house, I won't cook for you—ah yes, we are all sharing our childhood, Qianmu hasn't spoken yet, aren't you curious!Huaguo's gameplay should be very different from ours, right? '

'What?study hard, improve every day?So what, this is more sincere than you using forgetting as an excuse... I believe that no matter the country, no seven-year-old elementary school student will obediently study at home all day without going out!Do you believe in zero? '

'No, that, I said that I was ignorant at the time...!Besides, we don’t have bears there, so it’s safer than other forests, and the log cabin is quite strong... Hey, you guys, I won’t go there again in this life, and I’ll be angry if I do this again! '

"..."

"Ah……"

The embarrassing police officer Zhu Fu with his youthful face is so funny, and it is especially conspicuous when he appears mixed in black and white, so Qian Mu couldn't help laughing.

The woman driving the car secretly looked back, and what she saw was still a man with a light expression and no pain in the brow.

He took advantage of the situation and thought that he was too lazy to look for a safe and hidden place. If the cabin was still alive after all these years, then he would go to the cabin that Zhu Fu Jingguang mentioned.

At any rate, what he told Belmode was that he wanted to play a game of connecting with friends, and it was not good to lie, so the game still had to be played, but the difficulty had to be increased unilaterally.

In view of the fact that Officer Hagiwara has been given a clear precedent to find the wrong place in the opposite direction, the tacit understanding between Officer Zhufu and himself is only average, and he does not have the intuition of cheating like Officer Matsuda...

Qian Mu felt that it was enough to leave a [-]% chance for Zhu Fu to find him, no more, no less.

The hut in Officer Zhu Fu's memory is still there.

"I thought... I could justly erase 1%."

It is a little regretful that police officers Zhu Fu still kept the precious percentage by luck.

Qian Mu had no choice but to follow the rules of the game and stay obediently.

He came at random, he only brought a door lock, just removed the rusty and rotten lock that came with the wooden house, and replaced it with the one he brought.

Pushing the door that creaked when it was pushed heavily, Qianmu felt how solid it was, and Qianmu thought it seemed a bit forced...

"Ah Yuan, you don't want to die!!!"

"Yes, life is still necessary."

He turned around and sat on the plank laid flat against the wall, the creaking sound was louder than when he pushed the door: "Don't worry, it's the 'Mr. How could it be possible to die in a corner outside the main line..."

The windbreaker has just been taken off, and it is spread on the wooden board as a bed sheet. Well, although it is equivalent to sleeping in the pile of dust for years, it is better than nothing, and it is not a person who has not lived a hard life.

He didn't lie down on the first day, but just sat on the opaque bed with his back against the damp wooden wall.

I just sat with my eyes closed, the only thing I did, um, probably distracted from chatting with Agu...

It should be said that it was Agufei who wanted to drag him to talk, and he had to answer when he didn't want to talk, as if this could help him shield his physical and mental discomfort and drag him back to the world from hell.

Agu talked a lot, although he seldom answered, at least he cooperated with dignity. There was a thick darkness covering his body, only listening to the voice, he couldn't see a terrible beast leaning in the corner at all.

For a long time, there was only one probing topic, and he spoke after a long silence.

The tone was so gentle that it became weaker, but cold thorns stood up in the words.

"I don't see them... for their own good."

It is not because of weakness that he is eager to escape, but to find a safe place to cover himself.

He chose to leave temporarily for the safety of those people.

Leaning quietly in the darkness was a monster with red eyes.

The darkness actually belonged to himself, how big was the distorted and reorganized in his heart—at least enough to swallow the shallow shadows in the wooden house, and at the same time implicate all the lost people who were close to the center of darkness.

The monster whispered: "Agu, what am I 'fearing', you know best..."

"..."

The partner born from a man's heart is connected with his heart. Because of this, the partner is only anxious from the beginning to the end, and has never made a tip-off against his wishes.

The lucky idiots are all thinking about how to "capture" the dishonest man and ask him the hidden truth, but they don't know that under the man's smile, the madness is almost uncontrollable.

Sometimes he is quite patient, but sometimes he can't stand even the slightest imperfection.

The world where the script is not finished is too [dangerous], just a moment of wrong eye, these fragile lives may be torn apart.

They themselves were too [disobedient], time and time again, breaking his perfect arrangement.

Can you stay well?If he can't, he really wants, really wants, really wants to turn the plot that he played for readers outside the world into reality, and lock up the treasure in his hands that he paid a heavy price to destroy the unbearable […] Dangerous], and then released them with satisfaction.

...Ah, I see.

——The self who has the above thoughts is the most [dangerous] existence for them.

Thus, the dazed monster locks itself up.

Until he regains his composure and returns to his "normal" self, there's nothing left for him to do.

Won't die so it's ok, sleep peacefully, wake up and go out.

the next day.

The phone's battery is almost dead.

Qian Mu also changed from the original sitting position to lying down slowly.

"... Maoyan Police Officer will definitely not be able to find him, if you go on like this... Ah Yuan?!"

"...that's fine too."

The monster chuckled, and his eyes that were about to collapse fell on his slid left hand.

The five fingers, which were still broken up to now, tightened slightly, as if they wanted to hold onto something, and in the next moment, they loosened gently and gently.

Well, that's it.

before he wakes up.

Don't barge in.

Don't, don't, barge in.

……

However, Zhu Fu Jingguang, one of the lucky idiots who was let go, still rushed towards the danger persistently.

The man was short of breath while running, and after a while of groping with his vague memory, he finally found the wooden house that he and his friends had visited in his childhood.

He broke in.