What if I Write the Continuation of Romance as Lily - Chapter 77

The first feeling that came up was that the palms were sticky with sweat, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Then the consciousness gradually recovered, from the fingers to the whole body, a little bit of control over the body was restored, like a person who had just been rescued after drowning, the chest suddenly remembered that this body needs breathing and began to undulate strongly, sending life to the body. Fuel.

But still? Is it possible to feel that something is indeed lost, is it necessary to exist in the world? Something that is necessary, like a floating cloud in the sky, has disappeared little by little.

Qiao Yu finally opened his eyes.

There was a chaotic gray-black all around, like mist was flowing slowly, no matter which direction you looked at, you couldn’t see the end. As if the whole world was only left with muddy black mist and Qiao Yu, there was nothing else.

The five senses should be clear and bright, but even if you don’t mention the abnormality in front of her, whether it has a good breath, a good smell, or a good voice, Qiao Yu didn’t feel anything, only a violent headache hit her.

Although it is very old-fashioned, Qiao Yu still tried to pinch herself hard, and understood the current situation while feeling the real pain.

Ah, she was exiled.

The process was very vague. Qiao Yu only remembered that she fainted in the classroom. It seemed that she had a long journey and unpleasant dreams in the dark, and she was already here when she finally regained consciousness.

“What a strange place.”

She muttered to herself, walking aimlessly in this space, and the voice of no answer fell on the ground, quickly losing the temperature.

It seems that the system has not been able to come with her-this is also a matter of course? Of course. It’s working as a staff, it’s still going to help it’s unwillingness to clean up the mess in the original world, and maybe even be punished by superiors, but it’s better than coming to this kind of hopeless place. many.

Probably many people have imagined that there is only one person left in the whole world, but Qiao Yu, who is really in it, knows that this will make people gradually fall into an inescapable panic. She had to talk to herself to get rid of the suffocating silence, her voice echoing lonely in the mist.

“This is exile, I have learned a lot.”

“If you can go back, describe it with the system, and let it brag to its colleagues.”

If you can go back.

Qiao Yu’s heart tightened, and his lips tightened slightly.

She asked the system to inquire about two things before, both of which are very important to her final decision to implement the plan.

The first is if she is exiled, will the satisfaction value continue to change or will it stop there?

This matter is not easy to inquire, after all, not every system is looking for a host to write a book. But her system still inquired diligently. The result: Will it continue to change.

This gave Qiao Yu a hope-even if she was temporarily exiled, there is still the possibility of a comeback.

Although there is no precedent for returning from exile, no one has ever changed the sexual orientation of the book, right?

The biggest problem is that what the original author wrote cannot be changed, including the title, channel, and the first twenty chapters. Qiao Yu can also understand that it is indeed a very excessive thing to change the original content of other people’s books without the consent of the original author.

The dozens of chapters she revised later is almost equivalent to writing a new book, and now Qiao Yu can only pray. So 0.5% of readers who like Lily will? See below.

“I don’t know if the time flow rate here comes from the reader’s side or mine…”

Knowing nothing about this mysterious space, Qiao Yu mumbled helplessly. If it is based on the reader world, the time she needs to wait for the satisfaction change will become longer, but it is not entirely without benefits. At least when she can go back, Lin Qing may not have passed. how long.

Having walked in one direction for a long time, Qiao Yu looked at the surrounding scenery, still unchanged, giving her the illusion that she had been walking in place since just now.

Some anxiety inevitably grew in my heart, and then she was comforted and soothed by her.

“Forget it, I can only wait. Even if I can’t go back–”

Her words stopped abruptly, shook her head and waved her anxiety, half-forced her lips to curl.

“…Nothing.”

The second thing I asked the system about was how the world would deal with her after she was exiled.

It’s better to inquire about this. The systems that cannot go with the host no matter what the final outcome of the host are like old predecessors who have retired and sighed to the young systems at every leisure opportunity, recalling how the host was back then. High-spirited, how good is their combination? Invincible, how reluctant to give up at the end.

In these systems, those who are eventually exiled due to the host’s failure to complete the task are extremely reluctant to speak, like people who have lost their best partner and are traumatized. Only the most sincere attitude can hear them say a word to the end that is not heroic.

‘It’s basically going to erase the host’s traces like when the host detaches normally, but it’s going to be even more straightforward—probably there is no step-by-step process. ’

When the system speaks in a low mood, it seems to be resistant to this topic, but it is still loyal to provide new information to the host.

‘But, I heard a senior said that if our system works hard, one can keep the memory of the host! ’

‘If, I mean if! If that day is really reached, I can help the host put Lin Qing—’

‘no need. ’

Qiao Yu refused quickly, without hesitation in his eyes, his voice was calm.

‘That’s great. ’

She was making decisions for Lin Qing without authorization, she knew very well in her heart.

But in the face of this choice, it is difficult to say which way to choose is the right choice, it can be said that it is out of her selfishness.

if that’s the case.

“… It would be cruel for her to remember a person who does not exist in this world alone.”

Qiao Yu closed her eyes, and walked towards the boundless black mist. The mist scattered by her movement quickly swept over like life, winding her viscously.

There is only it here now, and it can be a companion to Joe Yu.

“Would you like to have an ice cream together today and go back?”

“Um…no, there is a lot of homework today.”

“Lin Qing has always said that recently. A player like Lu Yao who has been writing for a long time hasn’t mentioned anything about his career!”

“It’s because he can’t write too many questions, so I don’t think he has a lot of work, right.”

“…Mi Yi, you are too much.”

The three laughed and joked with each other. Lin Qing showed a somewhat sorry smile and put the book in his school bag.

“Sorry. Go and play.”

“Alright alright.”

Cong Ye flattened his mouth and waved his hand. When he was packing up his things, he remembered something and hurriedly called Lin Qing who was about to leave.

“Hey, my mother said that I will let you come to my house for dinner on the weekend. I guess I have already talked to Aunt Lin.”

“Well, I got it.”

Lin Qing nodded and walked out of the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. Before going out, she heard a classmate behind her laughing and joking with Cong Ye.

“Do you still have a relationship with Lin Qing? It’s so good~”

She suddenly felt irritable in her heart, and speeded up her steps out of the classroom without looking back.

And Cong Ye unceremoniously kicked the man’s calf, and hummed his arms around the other party’s howling.

“I’ve said it ten thousand times! I don’t have that kind of relationship with Lin Qing! No-I have to-say it again!”

“Wrong, wrong, I was wrong…”

The boy rubbed his legs pitifully, and he asked unwillingly.

“Then, if you don’t have an idea, can anyone with an idea try it…”

He looked at Cong Ye, whose expression was getting worse and worse, his voice gradually reduced, and he pointed to the window seat tremblingly.

“…Look, the place next to Lin Qing has always been empty. I just need to ask the teacher to say something…”

“No. Don’t think about it. Give up.”

From Ye furiously walked to between him and his seat, blocking his vision, he drove people away in two or two.

“…I feel like it will be tomorrow? There are new rumors from you.”

“It’s so annoying.”

Hearing Mi Yi’s sigh, Cong Ye irritably tossed his hair, returned to his seat and stuffed things into his schoolbag, his movements were very rough.

“Leave it empty if it’s empty, what’s wrong with it.”

“It’s not that those people don’t have a place to sit, but they’re going to miss other people–” He was stunned suddenly, seeming to be puzzled by his own speech, and his words turned abruptly, “…the position next to others.”

“…”

Mi Yi didn’t speak, cast her gaze to the empty seat, and doubt flashed past her eyes.

When did Lin Qing’s position next door become empty? Was it the same when she first transferred?

Thoughts that should have been clear seemed to have been poured into a large glass of milk and became muddy, and no clear answer could be obtained no matter how much they thought.

“…Forget it, go and eat ice cream.”

Mi Yi gave up thinking and walked out with her two friends.

Surrounded by an unchanging gray-black fog, when I first came here, there was always an illusion that my eyes had been broken. Now I can calmly accept this scene, and I can even see some fun from the distortion of the fog——

“No, this? It’s a bit difficult.”

Qiao Yu dazzled from the long daze, took a deep breath and stood up.

How long has passed since I came here, Qiao Yu couldn’t judge.

There seems to be no concept of time here, and her body seems to be detached from a mortal, with no feeling of hunger or fatigue at all. If she wants to, she can probably go on forever without closing her eyes, but Qiao Yu didn’t do that. This is to barely maintain the regular routine of walking and resting.

During this period of time, she gradually began to feel that this was an area without boundaries. Maybe there was no difference between going forward and stopping, but she still resisted exhaustion and moved forward-this mainly refers to mental exhaustion.

During this journey, the only thing to be happy about is that she started to hear some voices.

[Too much book. 】

Ah, here it comes.

Qiao Yu stopped, raised his head quietly, and listened to the sounds that gradually sounded from all directions.

[Why write this? It’s too much. 】

[Is the author crazy? 】

[The front has been changed to this ghost, and there is something wrong with it. 】

“Uh, uh. I’m sorry.”

This time, the readers seem to have relatively mild words.

Qiao Yu nodded frequently and listened carefully. Although the other party couldn’t hear him, he still responded and apologized, until the wave of bad words gradually disappeared.

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

These words probably came from the readers of that book.

When I first heard it, I didn’t get used to it. Now Qiao Yu can welcome its appearance without warning. After all, this is a world where time is unwilling to visit, and the little change she can feel is a very precious existence, which can prove that she has stayed here for a while longer.

This may be the intention of the **** who played these words for the exiled host. In order to let her listen to the harm she caused to those people, she was placed on a stage where there is nowhere to escape, and she will never stop facing her. What you did wrong.

“Go on…”

Qiao Yu took a stiff step and continued to walk forward.

Always go on. Regardless of whether the end of the road exists or is there anyone waiting for her, she will always go on.

Just like migratory birds always fly to the warm south.

Qiao Yu also wanted to go desperately.

It was unreasonably hot at noon, and it started to rain at night.

At the end of July, the cicadas cried very enthusiastically, like the last cry at the end of their lives. There is not much time left for them. I don’t know how many cicadas died after this rain.

Lin Qing sat at the table, laughing at the sudden sadness of spring and autumn.

She finds herself a bit weird recently.

Maybe it was Summer’s fault that made her too tired. Lin Qing began to lose interest in the things around her, as if she was covered with a layer of gauze, isolating all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys around her, which could not convey her heart. .

She only responds to everyone with a decent smile that makes people picky. She has always come here like this. If she doesn’t get too far away, she won’t? Too close and keep a corresponding distance. This is enough in interpersonal communication. After all, there is no good for no reason. People always choose each other. What you need.

But there is always a strange feeling in the throat.

It was as if she had cast her gaze on someone, and then she couldn’t tolerate anything else.

Outside the window was the sound of pattering rain, which made the illusion of breaking on the glass.

The urgency of the rain was not only the cicadas, but also the flowers and leaves. They were washed away by mud and water on the road and lost their brilliance on the branches.

And the icy hollow in Lin Qing’s heart that could not be grasped or let go, was the last remaining floral fragrance.

Lin Qing opened the window slightly and took a deep breath of moist air.

It seemed that someone had waited for the rain to stop with her.