In the real world, I am a sickly young lady, but the live broadcast is terrible

"Why do you wear a kimono instead of a gym suit during the Sakura Festival?"

"I'm angry. I want to blow up the shrine."

"Woooooooo..."

"I regret it so much. I would have let Teacher Lin Nuan wear gymnastics clothes under her kimono if I had known when I was threatening Teacher Lin Nuan."

"Hey hey..."

"Teacher Lin Nuan~~~"

"My teacher Lin Nuan..."

Outside the machiya, a girl wearing a serious red and white miko uniform with exposed armpits was practicing sweeping the floor, listening to the daily crazy shouts of her Lord Saio.

"Really are..."

"Even yesterday I was complaining about why the Sakura Festival was being held."

"As a result, I am looking forward to the Sakura Festival again today."

"What a child's character." The girl showed a pleased smile, "But..."

"Teacher Lin Nuan?"

She seemed to have heard that name discussed in class by girls with whom she was distant.

I have no idea what that name means.

But...if even Saio-sama likes that person so much, do you want to search for it yourself?

After Mao Ise Canal and Teacher Lin Nuan were offline one after another, the barrages in the live broadcast room became sparse.

Only in Lin Weiran's live broadcast room, there were still people discussing the rewards on the "Third Day of September".

[If we remember correctly...]

[What Brother Dong analyzed in the last live broadcast room...that "September [-]rd" is actually the trumpet I chanted? 】

[Lin Bei: Bai Juyi's poem, "Yin on the Dusk River".A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.It's a pity that on the third night of September, the dew looks like pearls and the moon looks like a bow. 】

【Right!Lin Bei will memorize it. 】

【Amazing, amazing?.Coax Teacher Lin Bei to do it. 】

【…】

【?If it was really me who rewarded you, you would really laugh out loud. 】

[What self-destructing dump truck???. 】

[I couldn’t see Teacher Lin Nuan and Maomao posting, so I turned into a dump truck to tell everyone not to post, right? 】

[I think this is a kind of self-confidence?! ! ! 】

[Don’t say it, don’t say it, really don’t say it! 】

【Did you hit it? 】

[It would be even better if I could say that I don’t like Teacher Lin Nuan at all, while helplessly watching Teacher Lin Nuan go to the empty live broadcast room. 】

【…】

【Come more, love to read. 】

[It’s like the tsundere movie queen in the story about Xiao Baihua and Jiang Yinghou. 】

boom--

Jiang Yin closed the computer directly.

I'm so bored!

How could he be eagerly guarding that Sakura girl's live broadcast room?

myself...myself...

I just forgot to turn off the computer.

Jiang Yin turned around and walked into his bedroom.

Bored, boring, boring!

sleep!

And in the empty live broadcast room.

[What a shame, God wants me to lust after me and this dream female anchor, huh? 】At this time, the Duwei fans who came to the team building were belatedly arrived after Lin Weiran had already posted.

[Come on, who is going to do it? 】

[Originally, the good mood of Teacher Lin Nuan and Maomao was ruined by the fierce eating of Wo Yin and Teacher Lin Nuan. 】

[Looks like it’s time for you to see the strength of my Canyon Slant Key Immortal, who has been a father and mother for ten years in Zuan. 】

【…】

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the firepower in the live broadcast room was much stronger than in the comment area.

In the battlefield of real-time interaction, the competition is typing speed, control of the review limit, and mastery of Beep Beep Beep banned words.

At Bibi Bibi's home court, Du Wei fans who came to team building from Waibo were killed and left behind.

Inside the hotel——

Jiang Yin, who was lying on the bed full of resentment, unexpectedly fell into sleep quickly.

It's just that tonight's dream... is so real again.

It's like going back in time.

In front of them is a huge group of white buildings, and the sky in the distance has been covered with the gorgeous orange color of the setting sun.

Looking at the red cross mark on the building in front of her, she remembered the building.

This is District 3.

The prestigious military hospital near her compound.

Jiang Yin lowered his head and saw the exquisitely decorated cake box in his hand.

Inside the box was a cut piece of birthday cake.

This cake has his and the little mute's names written completely on it.

It was the cake that Jiang Yin carefully cut out at the birthday party with his eyes red from crying.

"Jiang Yin".

"The bones of the gods are not stained."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yin understood that he had returned to the autumn that he least wanted to face.

part.65 Shengui Weiyou hates Jiang Yin【Third update】

When I woke up, it was the same unfamiliar ceiling as always.

The air was filled with a slightly pungent smell of hospital disinfectant.

Lin Weiran opened his eyes.

This body has become frail to a terrifying degree.

It takes a lot of effort just to raise your eyes, and as long as you breathe, you will feel that your entire chest is buzzing, and the heavy breathing resonates with your eardrums, not to mention things like raising your arms to draw.

In comparison, Lin Weiran's body might be considered 'healthy'.

Lin Weiran understood——

The "Encounter Card" has already worked.

He came to the world where Jiang Yin was.

Is this... a ward?

Lin Weiran, who had been sick all year round, quickly realized where he was.

I'm afraid it's still a very serious intensive care unit.

Different from the general intensive care unit, this ward as a whole smells like burning money.

The sound of the air conditioner is very low and quiet, with only the subtle hum of the air conditioner operating.

Through the huge glass window in front of me, I can overlook the vast green space and winding river near the hospital.

The white tiled walls outside the building shimmer with a subtle glow in the light of the setting sun.

From a timeline perspective——

I should now be in a timeline long, long after the dream I was entangled in before.

Jiang Yin has already won the Qingqin Competition.

Xiao Baihua's physical condition further deteriorated.

very funny--

The story line between 'himself' and Jiang Yin turned out to be a progressive story line.

But... Lin Weiran's expression suddenly became a little sad.

This also means that he has broken the promise after all.

I once agreed to the "Encounter Card" to unfold Jiang Yin in the dream, and next time... I want to play with her.

But... Lin Weiran's lips were bitter.

With the current physical condition of his body, it doesn't look like he can play with Jiang Yin.

"Aran...are you awake?" A soft and concerned voice sounded from the side.

Very familiar.

But it does not belong to Jiang Yin or anyone in Jiang Yin's story.

Lin Weiran's breathing suddenly stopped in an instant.

She slowly turned her eyes, trying hard to turn her head away.But this body, which can already be described as fragile, seems to have difficulty even doing such a simple thing.

A warm hand stretched out from the direction of the sound.

She expertly and dexterously assisted Lin Weiran to turn his head and look in his direction.

Lin Weiran looked at the girl in front of him in astonishment.

A girl who looks slightly older than Jiang Yin in the dream story is wearing a black mid-length dress from Prada.

The dress can't hide the girl's slim curves.

Her eyebrows were beautiful, but there was no smile on her face, as if frozen.

There was no wind, but the tips of the black and smooth hair swayed slightly as the girl leaned over and stretched out her hand.

The dark red pupils that stared at him, and only him, seemed to have cold will-o'-the-wisps floating in the depths.

With a vague evil spirit.

It seemed that only the afterglow of the setting sun could cast a faint warm color on her body.

"sister..."

"Sister..." Lin Weiran was in a daze and surprised.

Along with Lin Weiran's thin voice, the cold color on the girl's face melted like ice and snow.

She gently lifted Lin Weiran's head into her arms, shook the handle of the hospital bed to raise the backrest, and then carefully placed the girl's head on the special pillow.

Breathing the familiar scent and feeling the girl's soft embrace, Lin Weiran felt as if tears were about to wet the corners of his eyes.

She had never experienced such tenderness in a long, long time.

That is...

That is...

What appeared in the dream that was supposed to belong to Xiao Baihua and Jiang Yin was an untouchable taboo in Lin Weiran's heart.