The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

Ji Ran looked at Yi Mo, raised her hand and patted the bed on the floor: "Brother, sit here."

Yimo: "What's wrong?"

Ji Ran didn't speak, just looked at Yi Mo.

Seeing this, Yimo had no choice but to sit down.

Ji Ran: "Brother, turn your back."

Although Yimo didn't understand what Ji Ran was going to do, she did it.

However, at this moment, Yimo felt her back was wrapped in warmth and softness.

A pair of slender white arms passed through Yimo's waist on both sides, and crossed together at Yimo's stomach.

Ji Ran hugged Yi Mo directly from behind, resting her head on Yi Mo's shoulder.

Yimo's body was shaken by Ji Ran's move, and her first thought was to break free.

This is my sister!

But his body froze a little, and he couldn't break free.

I thought in my heart that this was not good, but my body was unusually honest.

Yimo: "Sister...this..."

Ji Ran's emotionless voice sounded in Yi Mo's ear: "Brother, you are afraid."

Om-!

Following Ji Ran's words, Yimo's brain buzzed.

His thoughts were seen through in an instant, which made Yimo, who is an older brother, somewhat ugly.

"Relax."

"I won't, leave."

Yimo took two deep breaths: "En..."

"But sister, it's really not good for us to be like this..."

"You... are not young anymore."

"that……"

Yimo wanted to say, it's really wrong for you to stick on my back without even wearing underwear!

But Yimo couldn't say anything to Ji Ran.

Ji Ran didn't say anything, she leaned back a little, and then massaged Yimo's shoulders.

Ji Ran: "Brother, something is wrong with your memory."

"If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Ji Ran's massage techniques are immature and obviously unskilled.

But Yimo felt very comfortable, and indeed relaxed a lot, thought for a while and said, "How did you see that I have a problem with my memory."

Ji Ran: "You are me, brother."

Yimo touched her head in embarrassment when she heard the words: "Okay."

"Well, why did I want to use the avatar to broadcast live in the first place?"

Ji Ran: "I said, it might become popular in the next few years."

Yi Mo: "Then why is it a female image, or a loli?"

Ji Ran: "The useless cuteness is on the rise."

"My brother said, the cute image may attract more people."

Yimo: "Ah..."

"Is that so?"

In Yimo's memory, it was Xia Yuxi's suggestion to come back, and it was Xia Yuxi's suggestion to use a female avatar.

Ji Ran: "Otherwise, Lolicon?"

Yimo: "Eh... forget it, it should be the reason before."

"By the way, then I have long hair, what about women's life?"

Ji Ran: "My brother said that I don't understand the role enough, so I have to substitute it into an avatar."

Yimo: "..."

Is it possible to do this?

Ji Ran: "My brother used this as an excuse to buy himself a skirt."

"Give me, buy clothes."

Ji Ran has never had any requirements for food and clothing. Apart from school uniforms, there are very few skirts.

If this is the reason, Yi Mo can understand and accept it.

Yimo: "I feel that I should be able to master the avatar of Shui Chixing very well, and I should be able to graduate in women's clothing."

"This long hair looks awkward no matter how you look at it."

"Sure enough, cut it off."

"By the way, look at me now, do you think it's sunny?"

Ji Ran: "As long as it is a brother, I will accept it."

"I'll cut it for you."

Before Ji Ran left, in order to save the 10 yuan, Yimo's hair would be cut by Ji Ran, so she didn't refuse.

Yimo went to wash her hair briefly, and enjoyed Ji Ran's haircut service with her upper body bare.

It seems to have traveled through time and space, and returned to the most difficult days when Ji Ran and Yi Mo cuddled up to each other when they were young.

At this time, Yimo was not idle, and chatted with Ji Ran for a while: "Sister, you said that there is a problem with memory, if there is a deviation from reality, what is the problem?"

Ji Ran: "Amnesia is very common."

"Divided into organic or functional causes."

"The former tends to be caused by brain trauma or disease, while the latter is mostly caused by psychological problems."

Yi Mo: "Um... I remember that the brain should not have been traumatized, and the psychology is quite normal."

"Is there any other reason?"

Ji Ran: "Brother, what are you doubting?"

Yi Mo: "You said, is it possible that everything I see is false?"

"Is it a dream?"

Ji Ran said softly, "Brother."

"What is true and what is false."

Ji Ran's words made Yimo ask a little bit, hesitating for a long time and said: "We are indeed living in a world that conforms to our normal logic, is it normal?"

Ji Ran: "What's the normal logic?"

Yimo: "Ah..."

Ji Ran: "The normal logic in my brother's eyes is based on the cognitive habits that have been instilled in you and cultivated by the people or things around you since you were conscious."

"Brother, have you ever considered that the real world is just a dream?"

Yimo: "This...isn't it a bit mysterious?"

Ji Ran: "The reason why my brother thinks it's mysterious is also influenced by self-cognition."

"It's the same as the ancients said that one day human beings can fly into the sky and hear other people's voices thousands of miles away."

"Brother, if you pour a glass of water next to an ant, it may look like our tsunami and earthquake."

"You compare yourself to thinking whether this is a dream."

"It's better to think about it. I don't understand it, is it because the low latitude can't understand the high latitude..."

Ji Ran stopped abruptly in the middle of her speech, which made Yimo subconsciously want to look back at Ji Ran.

However, Ji Ran gently held his head and did not turn around.

Yimo: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Ji Ran: "Brother, you don't have to think so much."

"You are real, I am real."

"That's enough."

Yimo smiled relieved after hearing the words: "Well, that's all right."

"By the way, you said in this world, is it possible that there are countless parallel worlds, and you and I live in each space?"

Ji Ran: "Brother, I finished cutting my hair."

Yimo was suddenly interrupted by Ji Ran's words, and she didn't expect her hair to be cut so soon. After taking a picture in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Yimo smiled helplessly.

What kind of haircut did Ji Ran give Yi Mo?

It's the kind of girl who is a good student with short hair and thin bangs. Coupled with the delicate appearance of 17-year-old Yi Mo, she feels more like a girl than before.

"Sister, my hairstyle...why do I look like a girl..."

Yimo wanted a wild, very masculine hairstyle.

In front of my sister, how can I look like a brother!

The best hairstyle is the one that picks up my sister from school, meets a gangster and strikes up a conversation, and Yimo walks over without touching her hands, just her aura can shock the gangster back.

Ji Ran: "Short hair needs to be washed every day, and long hair is troublesome to take care of."

"This length is the most convenient to take care of."

"In line with my brother's lazy habit."

Yimo: "Ah..."

"Big bald?"

Ji Ran: "It doesn't conform to my brother's aesthetics."

"Autumn, cold."

Yimo: "You won!"

Indeed, men's hairstyles with a normal length will feel like a bird's nest if they wake up and don't take care of them.

Yimo has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it is indeed a bit uncomfortable not to wash.

If it was before, just bear it.

But now that my sister is here, you should pay attention to your image, right?

Yimo looked at the time, it was already around 9 o'clock in the evening: "Shouldn't you go to bed?"

Ji Ran: "Don't worry, it's normal school time."

Yimo was taken aback when she heard the words, and then remembered that her sister had already gone to high school and left school very late.

And my younger sister arrived home at 5 o'clock in the afternoon today.

Although my younger sister has independent opinions on all aspects, she is the kind of person who will not easily break the rules, so she was a little puzzled: "Sister, why did you come back so early today?"

It was as if he was anxious to see himself.

Ji Ran: "Evening self-study, I don't even go to class."

"Teacher, I agree."

Yimo nodded when she heard the words, and smiled wryly in her heart, as expected, she was thinking too much.

It is understandable that my sister has such good grades in her studies, so she is a little bit privileged.