Super A boss is acting like a baby across the screen again

Chapter 82
The words of the three of them made San Nuo swallow quietly, as if they were immediately pulled out, enlarged, spread out, and basked in the sun.

Sono felt awkward for a moment.

Even the movement of turning his head to look for something stopped.

But after her movements froze in the air for a long time, she suddenly came back to her senses.

What's embarrassing?

It's just that the shortbread was so delicious that day, and she didn't think Ji Tingshen's hand was easy to bite.

What a guilty conscience!
"Do you still have wounds elsewhere?" Lin Yu asked.

"Weren't you guys at the scene that day?" Sang Nuo quickly gave them a sideways glance after his inexplicable guilt disappeared.

"That's right, we're all here," Lin Yu turned his head to discuss with Da Zhuang and Yuan Yuan.

"Could it be that your wound hasn't healed yet?" Da Zhuang turned his head, and while speaking, his gaze stayed on San Nuo's shoulder for a few seconds.

San Nuo didn't speak, she felt that the hands on her shoulders hadn't been withdrawn yet, and the scent of roses drilled into her nose one after another.

"He hesitated!" Lin Yu suddenly roared.

San Nuo was startled and trembled, and the fragrance on his shoulders faded.

"Hesitation, sir," San Nuo raised his head abruptly, and couldn't help cursing, "If you really have nothing to do, go pack your things and leave early tomorrow morning, guess what!"

"I'm still in a hurry to go to City S," Yuan Yuan said.

"I have long felt that something is wrong with him," Da Zhuang said to Yuan Yuan, covering his mouth halfway with his hand, "Today is obviously much more irritable than usual."

"I can be more irritable, do you want to try?" San Nuo looked at him, and pulled out a wrench from his back.

The three quickly panicked, and hurriedly ran to the dormitory building.

After everyone left, San Nuo lowered his eyes to look at the phone that vibrated just now.

【Bubble】: Is your wound still not healed ((д)b?)
"Okay, it's scabbed," Sanno put the wrench back, "I almost don't feel it now."

[Bubble]: That's good (())

"Well," Sanno nodded, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Fortunately, today's Ji Tingshen has a strong desire to express, before she racked her brains to think of a topic, she naturally started another topic.

[Bubble]: You said just now that you are going to go to S city again tomorrow, I have always been curious why you must go to S city, is there any task ((_)?)

"Huh?" San Nuo looked around, saw a chair not far away, and walked towards it, "Don't you know?"

"Should I know?" Ji Ting asked back.

Although I saw someone in the discussion area say that as long as you advance to City S, you can get rewards.

But this reward is for the player. From the time he got in touch with the game until now, he found that if the game officially releases any new news, in the game world, it will generally be transformed into another rule suitable for the understanding of the game characters.

Many people went to S City for supplies, but if Sanno and the others were willing to stay here, it would be no different from going to S City.

If "he" feels uncomfortable living in someone else's site, he is also willing to rebuild a similar thing for "him", that is, it costs money.

But if they really go out, they will face endless zombies again.

"Because we want to go back," Sanno said, sitting on the chair.

When he moved his eyes down, he realized that Ji Tingshen had put the flowers he gave her in the pocket of her jacket, no wonder the fragrance was so strong.

"Go back?" Ji Tingshen also walked back from the window and sat on the office chair, "Where are you going back?"

"Go home," Sonuo leaned back in the chair, staring at the small emojis on the phone screen, "although..."

She stopped in the middle of her speech. She didn't know whether her voice was too low, or it was a bit degraded when it came through the screen. The slightly hoarse voice was rare and sad.

Ji Ting looked at "him" quietly.

"I used to hate going home," San Nuo lowered his eyes, "I didn't like those people at home very much. No one in our family likes me except my mother..."

When Sanno said this, there was another long pause.

The wind gently blew across her face, and the broken hair on her forehead swayed gently.

The natural light shines on the face speckled through the gaps between the leaves, and tiny fluff can be seen.

Her whole body seemed to melt into the light.

"But after I got here, facing a completely unfamiliar environment and friends, I still wanted to go back," Sanno said.

After finishing speaking, he sighed like self-deprecating, "It sounds ridiculous. I used to wish I could hide in a place they would never find, but now I'm trying my best to go back. Just, do you understand that feeling?"

Before the phone vibrated again, she smiled and continued talking.

"I almost forgot that you are a fairy rose, how can there be so many troubles of ordinary people."

Little Rose Fairy?
Ji Tingshen has always had an expressionless face, because this description has changed.

"My mother died shortly after giving birth to me."

San Nuo stared at the rose in his hand, speaking with some difficulty, his eyebrows were furrowed all the time.

"The dystocia was caused by me. I...although my father never said such things in front of me, my youngest mother often mentioned that if it wasn't for me, everyone in our family would have lived a very happy life... ..."

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and time seems to be passing slower and slower.

San Nuo's voice was very low and soft, like finely shredded tinfoil scratching one's eardrums and stimulating the nerves of the brain.

Ji Tingshen's movement of holding the mobile phone froze in the air with the rustling voice, and his sight seemed to stay in the illusory air through the screen.

Memories suddenly came over like a tide.

"As long as Ah Shen is sick, he can come back."

"Ah Shen is his son, he won't ignore me because of Ah Shen."

"As long as Ah Shen..."

"Why didn't you come back! Why didn't he come back?"

"Even Ah Shen is useless."

"Why are you so useless! You are dying, why doesn't your dad come to see you, why?"

"Why are you useless, go to hell..."

boom!
The phone slammed on the ground, and Ji Tingshen suddenly pulled away from those harsh words.

The fine cold sweat has already soaked the back, and even the broken hair on the forehead is covered with moisture.

Ji Ting stared deeply at his frightened face on the window glass for a long while, then slowly bent down to pick up the phone that fell on the ground.

"Are you still there?" San Nuo asked several times without getting a response, his face was raised, his eyes half-closed by the natural light.

Ji Tingshen didn't speak, but kept staring at "him".

It wasn't until Sang Nuo was a little bored to put the phone up, intending to see how Da Zhuang and the others were packing up, that he suddenly felt someone touch the top of his head, and then the phone vibrated.

San Nuo raised his eyebrows and hid to the side.

The hand above the head left.

"Just talk when you talk, what kind of hand is moving suddenly, and you still touch your head, that is, I can't see you. If it were someone else, this hand would be gone now, let me tell you."

Ji Ting looked deeply at the expression on "his" face, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

[Bubble]: I'm here, sorry, I was a little distracted just now ((*/＼*))
"Oh," Sanno nodded, "I thought you were bored and left."

"No," Ji Tingshen leaned back on the chair slowly, trying to adjust his mood, and stroked "his" hair with his hand again, "You are a very interesting person."

San Nuo was stunned for a moment, feeling something on top of his head, he raised his hand and directly pulled the hand that was stroking her hair off.

Ji Ting drew his hand deeply and flicked her fingertips.

"hiss--"

Sang Nuo curled up his fingers and stroked the palm of his hand, "Can you be a little lighter?"

[Bubble]: Sorry, I can't control it ()
"Okay, I don't blame you," San Nuo sighed looking at the aggrieved emoji.

"I seldom tell others about this before, and there may be nothing to talk about today. Don't pay too much attention to talking about this nonsense with you."

"It's not a mess," Ji Ting looked at "him" through the screen.

"There is no perfect person in the world. You have so many advantages. It is only fair to have one or two unsatisfactory things occasionally. Otherwise, how will others live."

Sang Nuo stared at the phone for a long time, his voice tensed: "Chicken soup for the soul?"

"It doesn't count." Ji Tingshen thought about it seriously, "Among the people I know, you are the one with the best skills, the fastest response, the most loyal, the most handsome, and the most...crazy."

Sang Nuo looked at them, and couldn't help laughing with the corners of his mouth twitching, "Are all you little fairies so good at complimenting people?"

[Bubble]: Why is it a little fairy boy? (|ω｀))

"Because I'm not a little fairy," Sonuo put the rose in his hand to his nose and smelled it, "How do I feel..."

Doesn't it smell good on you?
[Bubble]: Huh? (|ω｀)What's the matter)
"...It's nothing." Sonuo hesitated for a moment, and rubbed his nose without saying anything, "Thank you for the flowers, it's quite comfortable to chat with you."

"Don't you need to bother to find a topic?" Ji Tingshen twitched the corner of his mouth again, and didn't bother with "him" hesitating to speak.

"No," Sono said, and he laughed after a few seconds, "To be honest, yes."

[Bubble]: Alright, I found another shortcoming of Brother Yan that makes others' confidence increase a hundred times ((*/＼*))
Sono laughed out loud.

The uncomfortable feeling of being watched by others before has finally disappeared.

The wind was still blowing gently, and the shadows of the trees were swinging on the ground, and the mood of the swingers was much better.

Ji Ting sat deeply in the chair, looked at the clear sky in the mobile game, and then continued to look at the side. He picked up the flower he bought at the game store, put it down, picked it up, and put it down again. He was careful not to touch the petals during the whole process. The "boy" who lost his depression finally rose a little bit.

Sang Nuo said that it was very comfortable to chat with him.

He felt the same about chatting with Sono.

Apart from Zhao Tianyi, Sang Nuo was the first person he cared about, and he could be regarded as a friend until now.

"Do you like roses very much?" Sonny asked.

Ji Ting came back to his senses, "Do you like it?"

He didn't answer Sanno's question directly, but asked a question instead.

"Me? I don't have much interest in all the flowers. I just saw and smelled them, and I would like to take a closer look. When I came over there just now, I saw a field of rapeseed blooming, and the yellow ones were pretty pretty. "

As Sanno spoke, he pointed to the distance with his hand.

Ji Ting looked at "his" finger deeply, but didn't see anything clearly, so he refocused his eyes on Sang Nuo.

In the "most" mentioned just now, there may be an addition of the most empathetic.

Ji Tingshen didn't expect that "he" could tell from his rhetorical question that he didn't want to answer the question, not only didn't follow up with the question, but also changed the topic very thoughtfully.

How can I say that chatting with "him" is comfortable?

Ji Tingshen felt a little better again.

[Bubbles]: As expected of Brother Yan (≥﹏≤)
Sang Nuo looked at his message and slightly raised his eyebrows, "Then can I still call you Little Rose Fairy?"

[Bubble]: Do you want to eat shortbread? ((ˇˇ))

"If you don't want me to call it that, just say it, it's boring if you keep doing this," San Nuo clicked his tongue.

Ji Tingshen also clicked his tongue, "Call it, call it whatever you want, but let me explain that I am not a fairy man, so don't blame me when you find out."

"Then I'm not Brother Drag," San Nuo said, "You call me Brother Drag wherever I get dragged, and you call me Brother Drag even if I'm younger than you."

smaller than me?
Ji Ting glanced at San Nuo's face when he heard the words deeply, and he really looked immature.

But this guy was called first by the people in the discussion area, and he followed suit.

[Bubble]: How old are you (|ω｀))

"Twenty," said Sanno, "in two days it's my birthday."

twenty?

Ji Tingshen took another look at Sannuo's face several times. He didn't pay attention to it before. He only saw Brother Yan picking up people and picking up zombies. Now when it comes to his age, he realizes that "his" face looks really small.

Also... It doesn't look like he is 20 years old, at most seventeen or eighteen.

[Bubble]: Then I will call you brother (→_→)
"...Damn!" San Nuo raised his head and stared at the void, "Then it's called Brother Yan, whoever loves to be a younger brother should be a younger brother."

Ji Ting smiled deeply.

He didn't know what happened to him just now, he suddenly wanted to tease "him", but before he could react, the words had already come out of his mouth.

"All right, Brother Yan," Ji Tingshen said.

"Come on, Rose Fairy," Sanno said.

"Tell me," Lin Yu poked Da Zhuang next to him with his elbow, "what is he laughing at?"

"I can't tell," Da Zhuang rubbed his chin, "What are the sequelae after being bitten?"

"But I haven't heard of it," Yuan Yuan said, "Brother Ye only said that if he becomes a zombie, he will feel very hungry and want to bite people."

"Forget it, don't guess," Lin Yu said, "Let's go and see what we can pack and take away. There will be no such peaceful days in the future."

Ji Ting sat deeply in the chair and watched the sky outside the window slowly turn white, then moved his body and changed his posture. His back seemed to be numb from pressure, and he felt an unbearable tingling sensation when he moved.

He frowned and kept his upper body half frozen in the air for a few seconds before slowly sitting up and rubbing his already stiff neck.

It was almost two o'clock after chatting with Sang Nuo, and he didn't go home, and he couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he didn't bother to move.

Now his whole body was sore and numb, and he felt a little regretful.

If I had known it earlier, I would have sat on the sofa. The sofa in the office was also custom-made by him. It was similar to the one at his home. It was the kind that would make the whole person sink in once sitting on it.

　Ah, the two of them were just talking, the bald author didn't know why he was so happy

　　
　
(End of this chapter)