Restricted fantasy invasion

Chapter 89 88. There is always a sense of foreboding
"Well, this kind of thing should be child's play for you, right? Why did you sneak it back here?"

Monday night, Luoqiao District, at Anle’s home.

On the computer desk, the little finger stuck out its tongue, and the tail touched a page of the book "Pleasure Purgatory" on the desk, then turned to look at Anle who was blow-drying her hair next to him.

Anle blinked, her face turned slightly red, and she said embarrassedly,

"Because this is a story I created with a teacher from the forum. So it's a bit embarrassing to read it."

"what?"

Little Finger was slightly startled, then turned to look at the very delicate cover, which read,

“Painting: Ice Cream Jelly”

"Script: Pingxi"

It turned its head and glanced at the coin pendant hanging on Anle's schoolbag next to it. There were four coins tied together, each with a word engraved on it.

“Peace and Joy”

Little Finger stuck out his tongue and muttered,

"So that's why. I was wondering why a filthy demon king like you would pretend to be innocent and shy when seeing something like this. It turns out that you produced this food yourself."

After saying that, it turned the book to the first page with great interest and began to read it carefully again.

"Don't say it anymore. Although no one knew about it at the time, I still felt embarrassed, especially since Xiao Huan was there."

Anle covered her face, and her watery eyes glanced at her little finger from between her fingers, and then explained,
"I used to visit a forum called 'Changganli', which was full of like-minded people who often created some 'childhood sweethearts' works, such as novels, short comics, etc.
"At that time, I wrote a lot of articles there and became quite famous. Then the teacher asked me if I wanted to create a work together to participate in the Linmen Exhibition or something like that."

The little finger blinked and said "whoosh".
"I didn't see their contact information on your plane."

Anle smiled helplessly, looked at Little Finger and explained,

“At that time, I didn’t have a plane, so I kept in touch with people on the forum.

"We haven't been in touch for a long time. After all, I was still young at the time. When she found out my age, she was scared and thought she had led me astray and would be arrested by the police.
"That teacher has now landed a job and is now a famous illustrator in the industry. I think his stage name is 'Sweet Parfait' or something like that."

Little Finger didn't care about any of this, but he thought that the other party was most likely a heavy otaku like Anle, who was addicted to the "childhood sweetheart" attribute.

"Little finger, help me get the comb, it's right in front of the mirror."

The little finger glanced in the direction of the mirror, disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in front of the mirror again.

He wrapped the comb around his neck and returned to Anle's shoulders.
"Here."

But this operation frightened Anle. She opened her mouth in surprise and said,

"Tinyfinger, can you teleport?!"

"Huh? It took you so long to realize this? As long as I'm not too far away from you, I can move around freely, and I can choose to let others see me."

Little Finger had a "strange" expression on his face, threw the comb into her hand, and instantly appeared in front of the notebook.
"I've tried it, and I can move freely within a 15-meter radius around you."

"This is what it is."

Little Finger smiled proudly and said to Anle,

"Huh, I'm the smartest little finger. This is my unique ability."

"awesome."

Anle smiled slightly and gave praise without hesitation.

Little Finger was secretly happy, but he didn't show it on his face.

Instead, he snorted and complained while looking at the plot in the book.

"Hey, you know what, this plot is quite interesting. The little girl is quite imaginative for XX."

"I told you not to say it."

The book tells the story of a female pharmacist who resigned from her job in a big city and was forced to return to her hometown to live, and met her childhood sweetheart.

The heroine, who was originally disheartened and depressed by the blows of life, was healed by the hero, and walked out of the anxiety and internal friction of the big city, and also developed a strange feeling for her childhood sweetheart.

Just when she was about to get away from the shadow of the past, ready to start a new life and cultivate feelings for her childhood sweetheart, the heroine accidentally saw other women in the town confessing their love to their childhood sweethearts.

Although her childhood sweetheart said he would think about it, the heroine felt despair that her white moonlight had been taken away from her.

Therefore, in order to prevent her beloved childhood sweetheart from being taken away, the heroine used her professional knowledge to prepare a potion that would make others happy, trying to keep her childhood sweetheart in this way.

Unexpectedly, because of this potion, they both fell into an inescapable happy purgatory~
Little Finger read the ending narration of the book like a storyteller, closed the last page of the book, and then looked at Anle beside him.

But the girl's face was already red, and she had buried her head in the pillow, leaving only a pair of moist eyes looking at the little finger.

"Oh, stop. Stop reading it."

Little Thumb shook his tail and asked in confusion,
"No, sister. Don't you know how to get Yan Huan? If you can just copy the steps in it, you will be very popular now."

"What are you talking about, Little Finger! This is just a fictional story. Have you become like Spencer, unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality?"

Little Finger rolled his eyes at her and muttered,

"Sometimes I really wish you could learn from that Spencer. He may not be smart, but he's much braver than you. When you went to the student union office before, he could make you hesitate for two months with just one casual sentence."

When this was mentioned, Anle's eyes lit up and he said,

"So Spencer said he would help me."

"Haha, you know that it's better to rely on yourself than on others? And ask yourself, after you two met, Yan Huan didn't show any special feelings towards you, right? You are just friends at most."

Little Finger clicked his tongue and continued,
"But that Sakuramiya Hitomi is just singing the same tune with him, husband and wife follow each other. Today, another idol with fair skin and beautiful face appeared. My God, everyone is better than you. Are you going to compete with him with your head?"

These ordinary girls in this world are nothing, what is more terrifying is Ye Shiyu who has the index finger by her side.

Facing Ye Shiyu, Little Finger didn't know how to win.

I advised Anle to change his favorite person but he refused.
Although it is true, Little Finger also noticed that the aura on Yan Huan was extremely good.

Wherever Yan Huan stood, there was a notebook unfolded. No wonder the index finger was also aimed at him.

However, even though your index finger is powerful, my little finger is no ordinary one either.

Anle was also silenced by Little Finger's words.

Xiao Huan is still the same as before, very nice to me, often coming to my class to find me and sending me messages about plane.

And Anle could also sense that Yan Huan deliberately leaked the news about her childhood sweetheart.

So, during this period of time, even though he and the "notorious" Spencer formed a comic book club, no one else ever mocked him.

Even if it's just on the surface.
Anle understood that all this originated from the word "childhood sweethearts", but that was all.

Closer than friends, but far from lovers.

Such a relationship.
She had just said that as long as she could recognize Xiao Huan, she would be satisfied.

As for whether he likes me or not, it is his choice and I will not force him.

As a result, now that things have really turned out like this, Anle's heart has become greedy and he wants to go further.

自己
Actually, I want it.
Did you get Xiao Huan’s?

"Empty, empty, empty~"

As Anle pursed her lips and questioned her purpose in her heart, Little Finger almost instantly noticed the change in her desire.

A thick shadow was transmitted, and the pink heart-shaped pattern behind the little finger suddenly became brighter.

It stuck out its tongue, pretending to be unaware, and said,

"Well, never mind. Just let it be. I won't say much. Just do your best.

"But after seeing your notebook, I got some inspiration and want to experiment with something. Do you have any black tea at home? Bring me a cup."

Anle came back to his senses, looked at the white snake in front of him, and asked,
"Hey? Black tea? I don't think we have black tea Pu'er at home. Is that okay?"

"Well, actually any liquid will do. But black tea will be more effective."

"That's it"

Anle nodded and brought a cup of hot water.

Little Finger opened his snake teeth and bit the edge of the cup.

A drop of pink illusory liquid fell into the wall of the cup and then disappeared without a trace.

Little Finger looked at the liquid in the cup and muttered,
"Well, it actually worked."

"Did it work? What's the use of this?"

Little Finger pretended to glance at Anle next to him and said,
"It's useless. For example, if you give it to your parents to drink, their relationship will get better. Maybe you'll have a younger brother or sister in the future."

"Isn't this from my book?"

Little Finger yawned, nodded as if he was very sleepy, and then said,

"It's just a test product anyway, as long as it succeeds. I'm a little sleepy, so I'll take a rest first. You can handle this thing yourself."

"Huh? Oh"

The little finger disappeared in an instant, as if it did not exist.

Anle was left alone looking at the hot water in front of her as usual. After a moment of silence, she took the cup and walked towards the bathroom outside the room, as if she was going to pour it out.

"Click~"

The door of the boudoir opened, and the gecko locked in the box stared at its owner cutely as he left the room.

But not long after, the owner walked back to the room hesitantly and furtively, and put the cup back next to the notebook on the table.

The transparent liquid in the cup shook slightly, not a drop more or less.

The light coming through the house magnified the words "Pleasure Purgatory" in the title of the book next to it.

In a luxury house in Jinghe District.

"Nara, do you think our house has a basement?"

"?"

Nara, who was unpacking the surveillance camera, was slightly startled. He turned to look at Sakuramiya Hitomi, who was wearing a nightgown on the big bed, and blinked.
"Why do you suddenly ask this, Miss Sakuramiya?"

"Just curious."

Sakuramiya Hitomi lay on her side in the bedding, reading a book with relish in the light of the bedside lamp.

This made Nara even more curious.

Miss Sakuramiya studies very hard, but this state doesn't look like she is studying at all, right?
What are you looking at?
Nara quickly put down the surveillance camera in his hand and walked to the head of the bed.

He looked at the reading material in her hand curiously, but just after reading a title, Nara's face darkened.

"What are you looking at?!"

"what?"

Sakuramiya Hitomi sat up, glanced at the work in her hand, and said to Nara, "This is obvious, right? It's the book."

".Thanks for saying it so shamelessly and brazenly, Miss Sakuramiya."

Hearing this, Sakuramiya sneered, covered her mouth and looked at Nara with an expression that was like looking at a stupid cousin.
"Nara, we are all adults now~ Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality? A lady who lacks physiological knowledge? This is a bit too much."

Nara rubbed his brows, sighed, and asked,
"So, Miss, why are you asking if there is a basement?"

"Well, I was thinking, if we lock the president in the basement, we won't have to go through so much trouble. We can know everything about the president and protect him at the same time, which is like killing two birds with one stone."

"You still can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality?! Idiot!!"

"Eh?"

Nara snatched the notebook from Sakuramiya Hitomi's hand. Sakuramiya Hitomi quickly stood up to take it back, but Nara pressed his finger on her forehead and pushed her back onto the bed.

"What are you doing, Nara?!"

"If this kind of thing was discovered by your parents, brothers and sisters, before they knew about my substitution of a cat for a prince, I and everyone else in this villa would have been kicked out!"

Sakuramiya Hitomi opened her mouth but did not try to snatch the book back.

Anyway, she had already watched it several times, and with her genius mind, she had already memorized all the lines and scenes.

"Is it that serious? I just think some of the ideas in it are worth referring to."

"What reference value can this book have?"

Sakuramiya Hitomi touched her chin rationally and said to Nara,
"I have two goals. One is to know everything about the president, and the other is to protect the president. But because our life paths are very different, I often have to spend a lot of money to achieve one of them.
"If this continues, I won't be able to protect anything, right?"

The second sentence was what Sakuramiya whispered softly as if talking to himself, but Nara didn't hear it clearly.

But then, she seemed to get the answer, looked at Nara, and said,
"And locking up the president would achieve these two goals at the lowest cost."

Nara opened his mouth, wishing he could cut open the young lady's head to see what she was thinking.
"Do you think Yan Huan, from any normal person's perspective, would agree with you doing this? Don't you know how precious freedom is, Miss?"

Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi shook her head and said,

“So-called freedom is nothing more than a product of human imagination. Since there is no absolute freedom, the limits of freedom are set by humans.”

She raised her fingers one by one and listed her opinions one by one.

“In your opinion, the so-called basement is just a hidden and cramped space. But in my opinion, the concept of this ‘basement’ can be extended infinitely.

“As long as it is kept [closed] and [controlled], then no matter how large the area is, living in it is just another type of basement.”

He raised his fingers one by one, stopping only when he reached the middle finger.

"If I can create a place that looks like the outside world to the president, but is actually completely closed and under my control, then I will have achieved my goal of locking the president in the basement."

Nara narrowed his eyes, but sighed and said,
“This is some kind of extremely perverted social experiment. It is indeed feasible, but you need to spend even more terrifying costs to build this virtual [basement].

"Your dearest Yan Huan needs to grow up from an infant, so that his three views can be reshaped from the beginning, so that what you said becomes common sense."

Nara shook his head and said with his hands spread out.
"This kind of thing only happens in science fiction movies. Even if the Sakuramiya family is powerful, it is impossible for them to do this to satisfy your desires. Your most important task now is to sleep, understand, miss? Stop dreaming."

"."

I thought that speaking like this would dampen Sakuramiya Hitomi's completely unrealistic fantasy.

Unexpectedly, she was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly, raised her head and asked,
"Who said I have to borrow the power of my family to do this kind of thing?"

"."

Nara was slightly startled, and said speechlessly while covering his face.

"I think you are really sleepy, young lady. You are already hallucinating. Go to bed quickly. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, good night, Nara."

It seemed that Sakuramiya Hitomi was in a good mood as she had figured something out.

Nara sighed, turned off the light, and walked towards the door.

At the end, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at her, and said,
"By the way, Miss, your cousin Miss Liang said she wants to come to our house as a guest this Friday."

"Come if you want. Junior high school students don't have classes on Fridays, so she will be home early. You can make arrangements."

"Okay, Miss."

Nara nodded, and took back the large bed that was shrouded in thick shadows because the lights were turned off.
"Good night, miss."

Sakuramiya Hitomi was lying quietly in the center of the shadow.

"Empty, empty, empty~"

Jinghe District, in a boudoir on the first floor of a villa.

The gentle light illuminated the MV script that had been scribbled and revised many times on the tablet. On the split-screen page, a newly completed PDF file had been packaged and sent to a user named "Person in charge of Golden Lion Group".

Yes, the company responsible for releasing Bai Yi’s new song this time is a subsidiary of the Lion Group, with which he has collaborated many times before.

Because Milos, the head of Linmen, had extended an olive branch to Bai Yi before, and the Golden Lion Group is so large and powerful, there is no reason for Bai Yi not to cooperate with the other party.

"New script file received.

"We will start preparations in the next few days, and the filming will take place at this location."

Positioning: Golden Lion Tower

“Contact us when you get here, don’t run around, and follow the rules.

"Especially the top floor, that's where important people live, don't go there, or you'll suffer the consequences."

The secretary of Golden Lion Entertainment Company seemed to be still brooding over the fact that Bai Yi did not perform according to the rehearsal last time, so he repeatedly emphasized that he should not wander around after that.

Bai Yi just replied with an "OK", and then the two had no contact again.

Because at this moment, Bai Yi was lying on the bed with a slightly red face, flipping through the maiden notebook that she had secretly taken back this afternoon.

"Why would I bring something like this back?"

As she looked at it, her face turned red again and she buried her head in the quilt.

There was a faint sound of conversation coming from outside the door, which made Bai Yi's ears prick up immediately.
"You mean, Yan Huan is also going to participate in the recording of the MV?"

"Yes, they said they had already discussed it with them."

It was Zuo Jiangqin who was communicating with Jiang Xiong.

"How can this be possible? A boy of the same age appears in the MV. Even if there is no ambiguous action, won't the audience think too much when they see it?"

"It's nothing. After all, Yiyi has decided to pursue a career in singing. This career requires talent. We are listening to her songs, so this kind of personal matter is not that important."

"Do you really believe that she can sing beautifully?"

"The professionals at Lion Group have said so."

"I don't care about him. Don't you know what's going on?"

Bai Yi, lying on the bed, pursed his lips, frowned and glanced in the direction of the door.

He stood up again indignantly, ready to push open the door and confront his mother outside.

"."

But her hand had already grasped the door handle, and she didn't dare, or didn't want to, have another intense conflict with her mother.

Because every time she did this, she never gained anything, but instead made things worse.

We cannot reach an agreement through negotiation; and if we confront each other, we are always asked to apologize by the world.

Therefore, she has become accustomed to avoiding conflicts, avoiding evaluations, and avoiding being hurt.
Besides, she didn't know how to face her mother.

Bai Yi gritted his teeth, and his bare hand tightened the pocket watch little by little, while his other hand tightly held the cell phone.

On the phone were the plane chat records between her and Yan Huan.

She had just sent the new script to Yan Huan and received his approval.

It seemed as if the things she was holding in her left and right hands were her only barriers at the moment.

"Didi.dip"

"Empty, empty, empty~"

"Ah sneeze!!"

The thick shadow overturned and turned into the coldest wind in early spring in Linmen, causing the handsome young man exposed to the night wind to sneeze.

"Meow?"

The black cat on his shoulder tilted its head and looked at him with concern.
"What's wrong, meow?"

"It's okay, I just have a bad feeling. I feel like I'm being stared at by countless eyes, but I can't see anyone."

Yan Huan took a sip of the protein liquid in the cup, wiped his mouth, and said so.

Miao Jiang showed a speechless expression, looked at him and said,
"Who told you to come to Jinghe District so late at night? Maybe there are surveillance cameras everywhere here. Can't you go to school to look for her tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Yan Huan just smiled slightly, looked at Miao Jiang and said,

"Of course, but if the effect of going to see her tomorrow is 10%, then the effect now is 100%."

"Meow?"

After saying this, Yan Huan turned around and looked at what was in front of him.

In the night, what appeared before his eyes was Ye Lan’s luxurious western-style mansion in Jinghe District.

He had just finished exercising and took the subway for a long time to get here.

After taking a look at the mansion hidden in the shadows, he lowered his head and opened the plane.

It’s Ye Shiyu’s chat box.

His fingers tapped the screen nimbly, and he first sent a cute cat emoticon.
"Sister Shiyu, are you there? I have something I want to tell you."

"."

No reply for a long time.

It seems like "not being blocked is better than being blocked".

Yan Huan was not in a hurry, because he knew that Ye Shiyu must have seen his message.

So, after waiting for several minutes, he typed again.
"Instead of talking on the plane, let's talk face to face.

"I'm downstairs from your room, Sister Shiyu, right now."

Just as I finished typing, a cold wind suddenly blew past.

He didn't hear anything at all. Suddenly, at the end of the room on the third floor, there was a startled sound of something falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)