Outrageous - Chapter 101

Lu Zhiwei didn’t know what Lao Wu said.

What does it mean not for the mastermind, but for her?

Is the method of returning to the first level very unfavorable to her?

“What do you mean?” she asked bluntly.

Lao Wu didn’t say anything this time. He just said bluntly: [This question is beyond the scope of your question. 】

“…”

Lu Zhiwei simply changed the question: “In the world system, will the second layer be repaired immediately after it is broken, or will it not be repaired, and the world will always stay on the first layer?”

Old Wu said: [I said that your world is like a newborn baby, not yet mature, and the construction of the second-tier system is not simple. 】

——So it is the latter.

When Lu Zhiwei heard this, his heart to return to the first world became firmer.

But she asked Lao Wu how to return to the first floor, but Lao Wu was unwilling to tell her.

Reluctance to say it means that there is indeed a way to go back, not that there is no.

Recalling her past, recalling Fang Xiaoying’s tears, she closed her eyes heavily.

If she doesn’t know anything, she can still be a fool.

But once she knew it, she couldn’t just ignore it.

Children who have lived in the dark can better understand the gray characters’ desire for light and the simple wishes of the gray characters.

They just want to live a normal life…

What’s the difference between asking her to be a glamorous and dazzling protagonist stepping on the beautiful dreams of others? What’s the difference between this and murder?

It’s just that you can’t see blood on your hands, and murder without blood is even more terrifying.

Since Lao Wu didn’t want to tell her, then she thought and guessed by herself.

Maybe the way back to the first level is simple?

Perhaps long ago, Lao Wu had inadvertently revealed the method to return to the first level?

She needs to think about it, she must remember…

There must be a way…

There must be!

Sitting silently and thinking for a while, nothing was gained.

Lu Zhi slightly annoyed and covered his eyes.

She is not calm enough now.

This cruel world system stirred her thoughts and mood all the time, making her angry and sad.

She needs to calm down, and only when she calms down can she have ideas.

There were gusts of cold wind blowing outside the house, maybe it could calm down.

So she got up slowly with red eyes.

Opened the balcony door and went out.

But at this moment, she heard Lao Wu asked nervously: “What are you going to do? 】

Lu Zhiwei suddenly stopped.

The wind swept across his face, his cheeks were cold, and the tip of his nose was red.

She stood motionless in the cold wind, thin, lonely and quiet.

Standing on the balcony and looking around, under the gloomy sky, there are many tall buildings and the prosperity is still there.

Looking down again, the railing was covered with a thin layer of plain snow.

After a while, she walked to the railing and stretched out her hand to brush the snow away.

Holding the railing with both hands, leaned out and looked down.

The sight seemed to hit the ground suddenly, and the dizziness hit his forehead, and the limbs were chilly.

Looking at such a high building, such a far ground.

Two words popped up in her mind: death, pain.

She is a painful person.

Lao Wu’s tone is still very nervous: [This is very dangerous, go back to the house! 】

Lu Zhiwei still did not move.

She kept this position, and suddenly asked: “This is the way.”

Old Wu was taken aback for a moment.

Lu Zhiwei held onto the railing with ten fingers: “You said before that when the protagonist died, the halo disappeared completely.”

Old Wu suddenly became dumb.

Lu Zhiwei slowly raised his head to look at the dim sky.

As an actor, you must learn to shape the role from all aspects to make it three-dimensional.

Tone is one of them.

So Lao Wu’s response has already given her the answer.

As the protagonist is the center of the world, the world naturally revolves around the protagonist.

Once the protagonist dies and the halo disappears, the entire second-tier system will collapse.

It’s just that the protagonist always has the protagonist’s halo body, and it’s not that easy to die.

Therefore, Lao Wu said before, as long as he finds a sure way.

Lu Zhiwei remembered that Lao Wu said this to her in a relaxed tone at that time. At that time, none of them would have thought that she would have this idea.

——Because she is afraid of pain.

She used to work hard because she was afraid of pain.

But now I don’t know how many Xiao transparent who are not afraid of pain have already left her.

She can’t do not think about these things, not think about the sadness of the gray figure, her conscience does not allow her to live like this.

Lu Zhiwei closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked down at the floor again.

Jumping down like this, there is no block, and no garbage vehicles will pass by to catch her, and she will definitely die.

But it will be particularly painful…

It must be particularly painful…

Lu Zhiwei paled.

Ten fingers grasping the railing, hard to whiten.

The cold wind and inner fear, the two intertwined, tortured her in turns.

Lao Wu is still in her ear persuading: [Zhiwei, you can’t do this! 】

She was afraid, but she still gritted her teeth and asked stubbornly: “Why can’t I do this?”

As long as the protagonist dies, everyone can return to the first level.

There are only two protagonists in this world. She loves Sang Wanci, she is reluctant to let Sang Wanci die, and she doesn’t want to be so selfish.

Always persuade people to live, how can they persuade people to die?

And now, as long as she dies, many people will be born again…

[When you die, no one will remember you anymore! 】

Lu Zhiwei had a meal.

[Lu Zhiwei,] Lao Wu’s face was anxious, [You are dead, the world will indeed return to the first level, it will return to the origin, but no one will remember you anymore, because you are dead, completely dead. Understand? ! 】

There is a special mechanism for the two-tier system.

Even if the protagonist returns to the first level by self-destructing, he will disappear.

Because the system will judge such protagonists as viruses that need to be cleared, and completely wipe them out of this world.

This is the price.

This is also the reason why Lao Wu is unwilling to tell her this method now.

It used to be because she was afraid of pain and would not destroy herself.

It’s different now.

[Zhiwei, Zhiwei, listen to me.

[If you die, Lu Sijiao, Ying Xize, and your favorite Sang Wanci… Everyone around you will never remember you again!

[Think about Sang Wanci, you love her so much and want to be with her so much, are you willing to let her forget you? Are you willing to just disappear from her world?

[Zhiwei, think about it, think about it…]

When Lu Zhiwei heard the words, he only felt cold all over, and his legs no longer have the strength to support.

She squatted down slowly, pressing her forehead against the cold glass.

The eye sockets suddenly turned red, and he closed his eyes tightly.

She couldn’t bear it.

She was afraid of being forgotten, and she thought everything would come again, including her.

She is also afraid of pain, more afraid than anyone else.

But she also reluctant to watch others trapped in a gray label all her life…

At this moment, her heart was tortured like never before.

The biting cold wind whizzed past, patted her desperately on the back mercilessly.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, as if God was also worried.

…

At night, the high-rise buildings outside will turn on the lights one by one, and little by little, they will gather the stars among adults.

Even in the cold winter, as long as there is light, it will make people feel warm.

There is no light in the room, and the light is dim.

It’s snowing today, the weather is gloomy, and the moon doesn’t even bother to patronize it at night.

Lu Zhiwei sat on the sofa with a blanket on his legs and looked out the French window motionlessly.

She just sat in the house all night without thinking about food or tea.

She still didn’t decide whether to go or stay.

Now she just wants to see Sang Wanci soon.

Want to see her, want to hug her, ask her whether her work is going well, as before, nothing more…

At midnight, Sang Wanci sent a message.

She said she will return to An City tomorrow night.

Lu Zhiwei glanced at the time, finally there was a slight change in his expression.

[Lu Zhiwei]: Still working?

[Sang Baobao]: Just finished work.

[Lu Zhiwei]: Go back and rest soon

[Lu Zhiwei]: Come back safely

[Lu Zhiwei]: I am waiting for you at home

–I’ll wait for you at home.

Almost at the moment it was sent out, she temporarily put all the problems aside.

She just wants to meet the people she likes now.

She had never realized that this sentence could carry so much expectation.

[Sang Baobao]: Good.

[Sang Baobao]: Zhiwei is still up?

[Lu Zhiwei]: I was thinking about things and soon fell asleep

[Sang Baobao]: What’s the matter?

Lu Zhiwei looked at these three words and suddenly stopped typing.

If it were the past, she would honestly tell Sang Wanci what she was thinking, because things were normal and within the acceptable range of the world.

She couldn’t be honest this time.

She couldn’t tell Sang Wanci that she was thinking about death and life, something beyond this world.

Is her Wanci innocent, or don’t know anything, don’t worry like her, don’t feel so sad like her.

So she replied pretendingly and relaxedly: [Thinking about what to cook for Teacher Sang tomorrow]

[dumpling. ]

Sang Wanci responded like this.

She still likes the dumplings she makes, and she has a long love.

Lu Zhiwei looked at her answer and showed his first smile tonight.

[Lu Zhiwei]: Okay, then make dumplings

…

Lu Zhiwei pushed the work these days.

Her current mood is not suitable for any work.

She also didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to work hard for the top stream, didn’t want to help the mastermind persecute any of her once.

Lu Zhiwei has been working hard and conscientiously for so long, and it is rare to propose a holiday.

Wen Yao agreed very considerately.

Lu Zhiwei cleared up his mood again, went out to buy groceries, and prepared to make dumplings for Sang Wanci.

Lao Wu is now afraid to exit the monitoring interface for other things.

He always felt that Lu Zhiwei was doing everything now with a trace of death, like “the last time before he died”.

At present, Lu Zhiwei only wants to make dumplings for Sang Wanci wholeheartedly.

…

Sang Wancigang and Zhang Xianrui got off the plane and got in the nanny car.

Xiaoqiu went to the drugstore to buy cold medicine and mineral water.

Sitting in the passenger seat, she unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Sang Wanci, then opened the medicine, and handed her two pills according to the instructions.

“Thank you.” Sang Wanci replied, his voice a little dull because of his illness.

Zhang Xianrui reached out and probed her forehead, and said to the driver: “Master Zhang, go to the hospital, she has to get an injection.”

Sang Wanci opened his face and sneezed, his eyelids a little heavy.

She didn’t expect that she would have a fever and a cold.

So he resigned and was sent to the hospital.

Zhang Xianrui took out a blanket from behind and put it on her body: “First take a nap, and I will call you when I get there.

“I will help you adjust the work these days. If you are sick, take a good rest. Don’t be stubborn this time.”

Sang Wanci nodded lightly, and soon fell asleep tiredly leaning on the back of the chair.

She basically hasn’t had much rest time these few days, and she is really too tired.

Zhang Xianrui and the small spherical face looked at each other, silently.

Zhang Xianrui picked up the phone and sent a message to Meng Lianyu: [Your niece has a cold and fever. ]

Meng Lianyu replied in seconds: [Did you take her to the hospital? ]

[Zhang Xianrui]: On the road

[Zhang Xianrui]: Let her go home after the injection

[Meng Lianyu]: Good job

She took a peek at Meng Langcheng.

[Meng Lianyu]: Which hospital? I am coming now

…

Sang Wanci put on the needle and fell asleep in a daze.

When Meng Lianyu arrived, she was already asleep.

In order to let her rest well and not be disturbed, Zhang Xianrui specially requested a ward when the hospital ward was sufficient.

Meng Lianyu said that he would reimburse all expenses.

Zhang Xianrui waved his hand: “No, your family Meng Dong gave enough money. By the way, does he know about Wan Ci’s illness?”

Meng Lianyu looked at the sleeping person in the hospital bed, asked Xiaoqiu to take care of her, and then went out to talk with Zhang Xianrui.

“Come and call me when Wan Ci wakes up.” Meng Lianyu said as he left.

The ball nodded and responded softly.

The two found an empty window to stand and chat.

Meng Lianyu said, “My brother still doesn’t know.”

Zhang Xianrui asked, “Isn’t he most concerned about the health of his family? Are you not going to let him know that his daughter is sick?”

“Of course not, he must know about this.”

Meng Lianyu put her arms around her chest and looked out the window with a meaningful smile.

“But it has to be when Wan Ci is awake.”

Zhang Xianrui: “?”

Meng Lianyu smiled and said, “I am going to tell my brother that Wan Ci was so tired from filming that he passed out and was sent to the hospital.”

She just wanted Meng Langcheng to know that she could not force her child.

It just so happened that he was most concerned about the health of his family, so she let him know in advance how his daughter felt when she was admitted to the hospital because of work, and see if he would force her daughter in the future!

Zhang Xianrui raised her eyebrows after listening: “You are not afraid that your brother will be angry with you when he knows.”

Meng Lianyu tucked his hair indifferently: “It is important to resolve the conflict between father and daughter. What is anger? Anyway, he is not less mad at me.”

Zhang Xianrui smiled, and had nothing to say about the way the siblings get along.

The two chatted for ten minutes, and the ball came out.

“Teacher Meng, Sister Zhang, Xiao Sang is awake.”

Meng Lianyu turned and walked to the ward immediately.

After Sang Wanci slept for a while, his spirit was much better.

She was a little surprised when she saw Meng Lianyu while lying on the bed: “Aunt?”

“Lie down,” Meng Lianyu said, “It’s cold, so you need to wear more clothes when you go out. You might get sick if you are not careful.”

Sang Wanci looked at her quietly without refuting.

Meng Lianyu tucked her quilt and stroked the top of her hair.

“Wanci, Auntie wants to discuss with you about one thing.”

…

Black leather shoes stepped on the clean and clean floor of the hospital, his steps were irritable and impatient.

The nurses blinked again, and they could only see a corner of the man’s trench coat, as fast as a gust of wind.

Meng Langcheng frowned and his face was anxious.

Meng Lianyu just said on the phone that his daughter fainted due to overwork and was taken to the hospital.

Now his daughter is lying in the ward with needles.

He never thought it would be like this.

His heart was suddenly frightened.

——He can’t lose this daughter anymore.

Walking out of the elevator, he soon saw his sister’s familiar face.

He couldn’t help but speak, his voice very anxious: “Lian Yu.”

“Brother,” Meng Lianyu pointed to the door of the ward, “I’ll be inside every night.”

Meng Lang nodded and opened the door and entered.

The moment he stepped into the room, his footsteps suddenly stabilized again.

Zhang Xianrui saw Meng Langcheng coming, and finished greeting Meng Lianyu, preparing to leave with the ball.

This is their family affair, and outsiders don’t have to stand here to get the eyes out.

Meng Lianyu offered to invite them to eat near the hospital as a thank you for taking care of Sang Wanci.

Anyway, from her brother’s steps just now, this pair of father and daughter can speak well.

Seeing this, Zhang Xianrui didn’t refuse, and happily rubbed her for a meal.

She also picked up their master driver.

It doesn’t matter if you have a small ball, you just have to eat it.

But as she walked, she suddenly thought of Lu Zhiwei.

Sang Wanci fell asleep on the road and hadn’t touched her mobile phone. He must have not reported safety with Lu Zhiwei. Lu Zhiwei would definitely be worried about why she hadn’t come back.

Thinking about this, she opened WeChat.

[Xiaoqiu]: Sister Zhi, Xiao Sang has a cold and has a fever. Now he is getting an injection in the hospital, so he will go back later.

Lu Zhi microseconds back.

[Sister Zhi]: Which hospital?

…

Sang Wanci was lying on the hospital bed with his coat and bag in the chair.

She turned her head and looked out the window, silent.

She didn’t look back until she heard the door opening.

Her father was standing at the door at this time.

Meng Lianyu asked her if she wanted to see whether Meng Langcheng cared about her or not.

She nodded.

She really cares about it in her heart.

No child will care about his parents or not care about himself.

What’s more, she and her dad used to be so close.

She used to be proud that she was their child.

Then Meng Langcheng came.

He was standing at the door, with snowflakes on his shoulders that were too late to brush off.

“dad……”

Sang Wanci’s nose suddenly became sour for some reason.

Meng Langcheng’s heart softened as soon as she heard her hoarse and slightly crying voice.

What else does he want her to do?

What is he doing?

How could he force the child to be like this…

Lu Zhiwei was right. He was wrong to force his wife’s dream on his daughter.

He is stuck in obsession, ignoring his daughter’s appeal is wrong.

He made his daughter lack self-confidence, just wrong…

He can’t go on like this anymore.

Zhiqing is no longer there, he can’t lose Wan Ci anymore…

Meng Langcheng put everything down, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and took the initiative to take his daughter’s hand.

Sang Wanci looked at her father and said, “Dad, I still want to be an actor.”

She likes acting, she likes to do what she likes.

Give her another chance, she will still choose this way.

Meng Langcheng had no renewed energy this time.

He shook his daughter’s hand: “Is there any more? Just want to do this?”

Sang Wanci suddenly remembered his childhood.

When she was young, she liked to listen to her parents telling stories to herself before going to bed.

No matter how busy Meng Langcheng is at work, as long as she says she wants to hear her father tell a story, he will sit by her bed and tell her a story to coax her to sleep.

At that time, Meng Langcheng’s tone of voice was also the same as it is now. After telling a story, she would gently ask her: “Anything else? Do we just want to hear this?”

Memories were wrapped in sour tears.

Sang Wanci’s eyes suddenly moistened.

She didn’t know how long their father and daughter hadn’t spoken like this.

“Dad,” she said cryingly, “I just want to choose my life, I don’t want to be arranged by others.

“I am a living person, I am not a puppet…

“I don’t want to be a puppet…”

Speaking of the back, she had tears in her eyes and tears.

She hates being a puppet, she doesn’t want to be controlled.

She just wants to choose her life, she just wants to be a free person.

This is the first time Sang Wanci cried in front of his father since he grew up.

Without the composure of Su Rili and the calmness on the screen, she is just a child who wants her father to understand her at this moment.

Her appeal is so simple.

Meng Langcheng knew that he was wrong, and it was very serious.

He made his daughter suffer too much.

He is not a qualified father.

He’s sorry for his deceased wife…

“I’m sorry,” he got up and hugged his crying daughter who was very sad and guilty. “I’m sorry Wan Ci… Dad is wrong, Dad is sorry to you…”

Seeing his father lower his head and hearing his father apologize, Sang Wanci’s inner grievance suddenly rolled like a snowball, and tears couldn’t stop falling.

She leaned against her father’s chest, and returned all the grievances she had suffered from him over the years with tears to let him hear and let him know.

Meng Langcheng heard his eyes flushed, and said I’m sorry every time, and promised that he would never do it again.

The door to the ward was gently closed again, as if no one had ever been here.

Lu Zhiwei did not go in and disturb the father and daughter.

Meng Langcheng heard Sang Wanci’s appeal, and she also heard it.

Have a free life.

To be able to choose a life.

Do whatever you want, without restraint.

She is standing outside the ward.

Sang Wanci made peace with her father. She should have been happy for her, but at this moment, she was not happy at all.

She even began to doubt herself.

Lao Wu said before that she has a system, and all the protagonists’ auras will not affect her, and she can see the truest Sang Wanci.

But Sang Wanci has no system.

So is Sang Wanci’s love for her really won by her sincerity and ability?

Her good, in the eyes of the unsystematic Sang Wanci, wasn’t it rendered by the halo?

If she doesn’t have the protagonist’s halo, Sang Wanci can really see her and still like her?

Just like the original hero Qiu Luo.

After losing his male protagonist’s aura, wasn’t he also rejected by Sang Wanci?

So after she loses the male lead aura, can she really be liked by Sang Wanci?

She is not confident.

She suddenly felt that all love was full of hypocritical deception.

Sang Wanci clearly wanted a free life, but she helped Zhou to be a abuser and helped the system make her a heroine of the plot.

She obviously promised Meng Lianyu to give Sang Wanci the life she wanted…

Lao Wu felt that her self-destructive heart had increased again, and hurriedly comforted her: [Don’t think like this. 】

“Then what do I think?”

She wandered down the hospital corridor.

“You are confident to tell me that she likes me not because of the halo, but because of me?”

Old Wu suddenly felt dumb.

Lu Zhi slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

Yes, he can’t.

No one can.

She looked back at Sang Wanci’s ward, her eyes deep.

She loves Sang Wanci more than everyone in the world.

She hopes that Sangwan will be kind, and that everything goes well for her.

But in the end she still didn’t have the courage to knock on the door of the room and look at her, even with a glance.

Because she is no longer a qualified lover of Sang Wanci, but a selfish liar.

She blinded Sang Wanci’s eyes with the male protagonist’s halo and deceived Sang Wanci’s true heart.

No, that can’t even be called Zhenxin.

How can the love obtained with the despicable means of the protagonist’s aura innately attract each other deserves to be true?

I am not afraid of being dirty.

Lu Zhiwei returned home alone and sat at the table.

The notebook where she was taking notes was still slumped on the table, with small labels sticking to the side pages.

She thought of the character tags she had seen all the way back, and thought of the people trapped in various tags.

She again remembered what Sang Wanci said to Meng Langcheng.

“It’s not fair.”

She spoke suddenly.

Then Lao Wu saw her tear off the small tags and throw them all into the trash can.

——She made a decision.