What if I Write the Continuation of Romance as Lily

"...Host, do you really want this? Do you?"

"Um."

In the middle of the night, Qiao Yu sat alone at the table, and only the keyboard reverberated in the room.

"No, otherwise? Wait? Wait? Anyway, it's not yet so? When you are in a hurry?"

"no."

Regarding the system's worrisome concern, Qiao Yu's answer was brief and concise, but he stopped typing? He rubbed his eyebrows slightly tiredly.

"...I? I've been waiting greedily? It's been a long time."

"Anyway? It's just a procrastination, and it's just too flat, you and I? Both? Know that there should be a break in this matter."

"..."

The system felt bitter and unspeakable, and said in a voice that seemed to be crying.

"But but, if the first twenty chapters can't be changed?...It's me? It's useless..."

"What are you talking about? Without your help? Me? Not even me? What I wrote? Can't be changed."

It was comforted by the host in turn. It was really good? It didn't use a system. The system felt bitter and sour in my heart. I couldn't tell what it was like.

What Qiao Yu is doing now is actually very simple, it is to change the text.

She thought about many ways, but there is always no perfect way to hide from the sky.

Qiao Yu knows that every piece of text she writes is a lie, all of them are used to cover up the most fundamental lie, and one day it will be impossible to hide it, and more and more loopholes cannot be covered. , The building will fall, she can do nothing.

It is better for her to overthrow everything first and build a new pavilion in the ruins.

The text that has been sent out has no modification function. After all, there is an ooc in the evaluation criteria for her. If it can be modified at any time, it is meaningless.

But the system helped her a lot. What did it do after learning about Qiao Yu’s intentions?, In short, it finally got the result a few days ago, and it reported to Qiao Yu: it was written by her. Those chapters can be revised.

But there is only one chance to modify, and the first twenty chapters left by the original author cannot be modified.

To be honest? This is really a headache.

When Qiao Yu made the judgment that it was feasible to change the article, he was no longer aiming at the satisfaction of old readers, but new readers who might come.

Even Xing Xiang and the protagonist have changed an article. It is almost a fantasy to get the understanding of the original readers. Qiao Yu has never written Lily's novels, but she is confident that she can write Lin Qing and her story more touchingly than the current false stories, at least the writing is true.

But the first twenty chapters that cannot be edited, and the sense of separation between the plots that follow, will be the biggest difficulty Qiao Yu faces.

The prerequisite for her strategy to be established is-if the readers of Lily Pin can persist after reading twenty chapters?.

No matter what? Thinking? There is no better solution. Qiao Yu's current behavior can be said to be a gamble.

0.5%, she only needs 0.5% satisfaction.

"Host... really don't talk to Lin Qing?"

"..."

Qiao Yu slowly exhaled a suffocating breath and closed his eyes.

"Wait? This matter is over, want me? What? It's okay to apologize to her for concealment? It doesn't matter."

"But I'm very scared, the closer I get to her, the more flustered."

All preparations were made as early as the week after returning from the City of Dreams.

But on the day she planned to implement the action, she got Lin Qing's confession.

So Qiao Yu's heart became soft, and she got the same time as a dream. She was Lin Qing's girlfriend. They fell in love under the blessing of everyone, and even gave her the illusion of being loved by the world.

She became more and more greedy, more and more satisfied with the status quo, relentless to do something that would cause great turmoil.

But it didn't work. It was just like a person with a time bomb deceiving himself and deceiving the countdown? The sound of the countdown was the heartbeat of the continuation of life. It was a real obstacle, and Qiao Yu always had to face it.

"I know that this is all my own proposition and self-righteousness."

Just thinking about Lin Qing's appearance, he felt that his will was beginning to falter, and Qiao Yu gritted his teeth and moved his trembling fingers on the keyboard.

"With Lin Qing, it would be difficult for me to think about other things."

"Wait? After all the dust settles...Wait? Until then?"

"... It would be great if you don't need to help me?"

What did she say to the system? Gradually she lowered her voice, ambiguity, and turned her attention back to rewriting the article.

What kind of flower would bloom in the ruins, Qiao Yu didn't know.

But planting the seeds is something only Qiao Yu can do.

It was a very sunny afternoon.

The weather always makes people tired after entering the summer. Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the class, it is not enough. The high school students with high firepower also turned on the overhead fan, and the rotating fan blade made a humming sound. The already difficult first class in the afternoon added a sense of sleepiness.

"Qiao Yu, are you going to fall asleep?"

The head teacher sighed and called the girl who was staring at the book by the window in a daze. She looked at it and stood up slowly in response.

"Too sleepy? Can't open your eyes... Really, you know me? Where did you talk?"

"..."

Qiao Yu didn't speak? He lowered his head slightly, then set his gaze on the book again, and blinked hesitantly.

What? Look at Qiao Yudu? He was so sleepy and unconscious, Lin Qing quietly sat upright, tapped the place where the teacher just mentioned with his fingertips, and pushed the book slightly towards Qiao Yu. Her little action was clearly seen by the head teacher on the podium. He pushed his glasses helplessly, and decided to open one eye and close the other as he didn't see it.

However, standing Qiao Yu remained silent.

Lin Qing began to feel that something was wrong.

She suddenly jumped wildly in her heart uncontrollably, don't understand? Where did this sudden suffocation come from, raised her head suddenly?, looked at Qiao Yu in a panic.

Qiao Yu okay? He stood there with his eyebrows slightly curled, as if he had encountered a problem.

Qiao Yu always looks like this when there are questions that he can't write? First, he thinks hard for himself? Okay? For a while, when there is really no way? Then he secretly raises his eyes to look at Lin Qing and confirms that the other party is not busy. He would push the question book to Lin Qing and smile at Lin Qing without knowing how long Lin Qing had been watching her.

But now, she has been frowning for a while, but she still hasn't looked at Lin Qing.

Other classmates and teachers gradually realized that something was wrong, and the class began to whisper. Everyone stretched their necks and looked at Qiao Yu. Cong Ye, who was behind her, couldn't hold back, leaning forward and lowering her voice, calling her over and over again: "Eighty? Seven pages! You can also look at Lin Qing! Wake up! Qiao Yu!"

The head teacher also walked down from the podium hesitantly. This blank? The duration? The duration? To be unnatural. It is too much to say that it is sleepy, and Qiao Yu is not the kind of student who will deliberately fail to answer and cause confusion.

"Qiao Yu? What's wrong?"

He tentatively yelled again, this time it was also sinking into the sea. Qiao Yu stood there like a mountain, staring blankly and didn't make any response.

Lin Qing couldn't take care of it now in class.

She saw Qiao Yu's hand on the table gradually fisted hard, stretched out her hand to cover Qiao Yu's hand and stood up, leaning over with an unconcealable panic, and shaking her mouth.

"...Qiao Yu...?"

Qiao Yu is not well now?

From the beginning of class in the afternoon, her condition began to become strange. She is like an old-fashioned TV with its end of life. The picture in front of her is gradually becoming rough and distorted, occasionally mixed with black and white noise. She thinks she rubs her eyes but finds that it is just futile, and gradually even her physical reactions begin to become dull.

Okay? Is her head awake? In the sound of broken electric current, Qiao Yu could barely distinguish the intermittent words of the system, and finally understood the status quo.

Can't she say that she doesn't understand? What is the cause of her abnormality? Why?

It takes a long time to revise the entire article. She polished it over and over again, and finally finalized the final draft only yesterday, and gave the revised article to the system.

‘Just find the right time and send it all out. ’

'……all? ’

'Um. ’

At that time, Qiao Yu nodded seriously, and smiled freely.

‘Anyway, the feedback is coming quickly, if I? I can get through tomorrow? Of course everything will be fine, if not?——’

If not? It's what it is now.

There was a burst of bitterness in her throat, but her heart was incredibly calm.

Did you lose?

The voice calling in her ear seemed to come from a far away place, and the fog was like a mountain and sea. She had difficulty distinguishing that it was the teacher’s voice, Cong Ye’s voice, or Mi Yi and Lu Yao, and also--

"...Qiao Yu!"

Still have Lin Qing, Lin Qing.

She suddenly regained control of her body, took a deep breath and turned her head away. In the blurred vision, only Lin Qing's face was clear.

When Qiao Yu realized that this was probably the last time, it was like a time when the light came back to light, she smiled at Lin Qing, and she saw the brilliance in the eyes of the girl whose face was about to cry. But it made her heart feel clear pain.

What to say? What to say?

Farewell, love, comfort, blessing.

No, none of these? Not suitable.

Qiao Yu closed his eyes, a faint flame still burning in his chest.

She hasn't lost so thoroughly, she just exited temporarily.

She didn't feel happy, and didn't want to be as sad as in, she just felt very calm, and everything she could do had already done, and the only thing she had deliberately missed... was an explanation to Lin Qing.

I'm going to do something very excessive to you.

In the future, I might regret it, but in the present, which is about to come true, I have no regrets.

If there were only you and me in this world, I might hug you selfishly and let you and me fall into the mud together. But the reality is not like this.

Selfish, self-satisfied, self-righteous, I know I’m just such a person. This is my arbitrariness, and all the consequences are also my own responsibility.

Ah, don't show such an expression, my dear.

I am not fearless.

In the whole world, I am most afraid of the pain that you will be born with because of me.

I thought I should tell you about this—it should have been told to you, but I was scared.

I don’t know how to talk to you about me? Do something less than one-tenth of a ten? I don’t know if I should talk about me? I might go to a very far place, I’m afraid you will use it soon. Staring at me stubbornly with an expression of crying? Saying not to go. In that case, my determination, my courage and all my courage will be turned into powder.

So I omit even the farewell.

I? Still? Haven't given up, but I? Don't want to? Let you wait? A me who doesn't know when? Will return?.

She has many thoughts in her heart, thinking a lot, a lot.

But in the last time, Qiao Yu didn't say a word, but gently kissed Lin Qing on the forehead.

Then she lost consciousness in the classroom, her vision fell into darkness, the last thought in her heart? Relieved and firm.

——Anyway, without your time, I will pass by forbearance.

Everyone has this kind of experience in a dream, that is, falling from a height.

But sometimes? Some plots or changes will be added to this foundation, just like what Lin Qing is experiencing now.

She is like walking aimlessly on the clouds. Lin Qing suddenly realized that this is a dream. Through the clouds, she saw the city under her feet covered by twilight, neon accompanied by the shimmering hustle and bustle, real It's shocking.

And her thin figure standing on the cloud, her feet are still solid, but if you go one step forward?-if you just go one step forward like this?.

Lin Qing suddenly had an impulse and tentatively stepped forward, but was caught by a hand.

She turned her head subconsciously, her eyes full of shadows, she could only see a thin figure, and could not see her face clearly.

But inexplicably, Lin Qing felt that this person's breath was very familiar, but the temperature from his hands was extremely cold.

Seeing her stop, the other party let go of her, and seemed to smile at her with a good temper.

Then the clouds under the person's feet suddenly dispersed.

Lin Qing used it well? It took a while before she realized that the person was falling. She ran after the person and jumped down with little thought, stretching her hand as far as possible in panic.

The surrounding scene constantly changed with their whereabouts, from a warm dusk to a dark night without light, the hustle and bustle of fireworks that could have been faintly heard also gradually disappeared, and finally turned into silence. It seemed as if they had jumped into the deep ocean where the light could not be seen, and only the two of them sank endlessly.

But she still can't catch up with that person, no matter how hard it is? Try hard, no matter how? Reach out, the other party is always far away from her.

In that case? It's okay to fall together--

At the same time when Lin Qing's heart was chaotic, she came up with this decisive thought, her waist suddenly tightened, and her body bounced up high involuntarily.

A rope is tied around her waist.

Lin Qing was at a loss and helpless. The surrounding scenes turned upside down again. She returned from the darkness to the light again. The gentleness of the world came to her. She fell back to the clouds gently and cleverly, and when she threw herself to the edge, she could only see that figure. Falling far away, into the darkness, alone.

Finally, she left the place where her eyes could reach, was swallowed by the thick darkness, and could no longer see it.

She couldn't even see the other person's face, but there was always the illusion that the person had been looking at her just now. His eyes were gentle and soft, which easily made her cry.

Lin Qing didn't know how long she had been on the cloud. She looked up and looked at the sky. The setting sun had begun to fall back to the other end of the city. The golden light was shaking off the ends of her hair, and the color of the sky was darkened. The purple was rendered into colorful and soft watercolor, and the night slowly rolled in from behind, but it was just like a faint ink mark, far less terrifying than the darkness just now.

It looks cold there, so [——] will it feel uncomfortable.

She suddenly had such a thought, and it was fleeting. Lin Qing felt that she was good? As if thinking of? What did he think of? But he could no longer catch what was dissipated like a flowing cloud.

The scenery gradually mixed into a cluster, and the city below his feet lost a little bit of temperature and turned into powder. There was a cold wind blowing from the sky, blowing away the fly ash from day to day, leaving only Lin Qing alone in the entire world.

Lin Qing finally woke up from her dream.

Those inexplicable and complicated dreams instantly turned into obscure afterimages, and the fragments of the dreams disappeared before they could penetrate into the memory, leaving a feeling of "it seems to be a bit of an impression", and quickly dissipated within a few breaths.

Lin Qing's temples repeatedly throbbed, causing tingling pain, and even made her feel difficult to breathe. She felt that she had lost her sleep, so she got up and went to the window and opened the curtain, staring at the night outside the window in a daze.

There was a familiar sight in front of me. It was three o'clock in the evening, and everything was silent. Only the street lights downstairs and the scattered lights in the distant building were still on.

As if he had noticed her gaze, a street lamp not far away flashed a few times without warning at this time, and it was clearly off several times, and it did not turn on again after it went off once.

No one cared, there was no sound, but there was indeed a light in the world that went out here.

Lin Qing suddenly felt sad.

She doesn't understand? Where did her emotions come from? Maybe the night is naturally sad and heart palpitating.

Obviously today is just an ordinary day, and so will tomorrow.

She raised her hand blankly and touched a wet palm on her face.