Chapter 1736

Time is so close that the start time of Bob competition is coming.

While Luo Zhen pacifies yasna and others, Shi Nai holds a cup of coffee in a coffee shop in Tokyo and looks at the passers-by coming and going out of the window and unconsciously sees the God.

"Chaotian... Chaotian... Chaotian...!"

I don't know how long after that, such a voice came into the ears of Shinai.

"Ah

It was then that the poem turned to God and looked at his own face.

There, Gong Er Yi sits helplessly.

"What are you thinking? Mr. Chaotian

Gong Er looked at Shi Nai, his eyes full of worry.

"I... I'm not thinking about anything!"

The poem is forced to smile at Gong Er, and deny it like this, but it makes Gong er's eyes more worried.

"Since I asked you out, all the way, you have lost your reaction like this for several times, just like the same, suddenly looking at the scenery out of the window, not like the usual you." Gong Er looked at Shi Nai hesitantly, and finally said, "what happened? Please let me know if you need my help

Gonger's poems are as close and gentle as ever.

This makes the poem secretly blame himself in his heart. He is so abnormal that Gong Er is worried.

In fact, Shi is also aware that his current state is very wrong, not at all like his usual self, so simple, so inhuman.

But poetry can't be controlled.

In my mind, yesterday's dialogue came out again.

"If I don't kill them, it will be my turn to be killed, and even the people around me to be killed."

The young man made such a declaration directly to himself.

"So, I have to kill. I have to kill anyway. Even if I do it again, I will still choose to do so."

This kind of words set off a huge wave in Shinai's heart, and could not calm down all the time.

Because, these words, caused the poem is in the heart of resonance.

This is what poetry thinks.

(at the beginning, why am I not like this...)

as a result, I am now a girl who has to struggle to overcome her greatest weakness.

However, poetry is the same as Luo Zhen.

Even if you know it will become this way, if you let the poem choose once more, it will still choose that way.

The reason is simple.

(otherwise, it will be my turn to be killed, and even the people around me to be killed...)

so, is there a second choice for poetry besides Luo Zhen, who must be killed anyway?

No.

Therefore, poetry does not regret that it made such a choice.

However, there is only one point, really only one point...

(if someone can understand it...)

poetry can't help thinking about it several times.

Although, over the years, many people have said "I understand, it must be very painful, it's really hard for you." but poetry is repeated in the heart while listening.

"Have you ever killed people?"

If not, why do you know?

This makes it difficult for poetry to trust a person, which makes it so lonely all the time.

And now...

(if it's his words...)

if it's the teenager who can say those words that resonate with him, he must be able to understand?

Understand how much pain I have.

It is because of this thought that poetry could not help catching up with that young man and talking with him.

No, even now, Shinai would like to talk to that young man again.

I want to ask him, since he has never regretted it and will still choose to do so again, why on earth has he been able to maintain himself, unlike himself, with such a humiliating weakness?

Is it because he is strong?

Must be, right?

It was because he was so strong that he was able to overcome such a thing, and to be calm and calm even in the land of death.

So, here's the problem.

How can I become as strong as he is

Poetry is constantly thinking about such a problem, so that today will be lost so many times.

(in the end...)

the poem is again involuntarily so distracted. He does not notice that Gong Er, sitting opposite him, looks at his eyes more and more worried.

Under such a worry, Gong er's eyes still show a sad emotion.no way out.

"... is it because of meeting that person that Chaotian became so strange?"

Gong Er asked in a low voice.

"What... What?"

Shi naidun was a little stunned.

It's more painful to look at the two poems.

"I'm, in fact, a little worried." Gonger said in a lost tone: "because Chaotian is not the same as usual, it makes me feel as if you can go far away at any time."

Such words make the poem seem a little uncomfortable.

Because, this is no longer a conversation that happens between friends.

It seems that what Gonger is longing for is not himself as a friend, but for a higher level of relationship.

This makes the poem more or less feel a little uncomfortable.

At present, poetry can only be perfunctory.

"Where can I go? Isn't it still here? "

Poetry is already a bit confused.

But this makes Gong Er look at her, and his eyes start to burn.

"I just hope that Chaotian is still the same as he used to be." Gong er's voice seems to take heat, the same way: "or that is always very cold and detached, will not be shaken by anything, very strong self."

"Is it... Is it?" The poem couldn't help but look away and said, "maybe it's just that you made a mistake. I'm not strong at all."

At this point, Shi Nai's tone also became low.

"You know that, too?" Poetry is a low voice: "I have a fatal weakness that can not be called strong. As long as that weakness is still there, I will always be just the one who lived in the past."

It is very difficult for a poem to reveal its own thoughts.

However, it was gong er who became more enthusiastic.

"But the Chaotian students in the game are different." Gonger said eagerly: "the Chaotian students in the game can freely control powerful weapons, and they are also so powerful snipers. Obviously, I led you to play GGO, but you have already completely surpassed me unconsciously. Even when I advised you to allocate the ability value to AgI (agility), Chaotian did not fully listen to me Family's suggestion, on the contrary, according to their own actual situation, very prescient to enhance str (muscle strength)

Such poetry is already one of the strongest players in GGO.

At least, in sniper hands, there is no player stronger than poetry.

"I think that's what Chaotian really looks like."

Gong er's voice and sight became more and more hot.

"That cold sniper is the real Chaotian schoolmate, I always believe that."

Smell speech, poetry is slowly drooping eyes.

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