Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

Song Baiyu is Song Jing, I'm so cute and I'm also Song Jing.

Since Xiaochen likes me as cute, he also naturally likes Song Baiyu.

Xiao Chan is not a person who likes to lie.

So he admitted it.

Feng: I also like Song Baiyu.

Song Jing was silent.

Although he is Song Baiyu, but now he has added the other party's friend as I am really cute.

and.

From the beginning to the end, he never revealed to the other party that he was Song Baiyu.

In short, he and Song Baiyu are basically two people now.

therefore……

Song Jing, who was looking at the message on the phone screen, had an extremely delicate expression on his face.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the screen, his mood became extremely complicated for a while.

However, he was only complicated for a moment, and then put away the phone indifferently.

It was the first time Song Jing saw Huaxinhua being so upright and confident.

But fortunately, Song didn't have any feelings for Xiaozhen, so he just thought it was a little funny for Xiaozhen's reply, but he didn't feel very angry.

If he is angry, doesn't it mean that when he was Song Baiyu, he was already faintly moved by Xiao Chan's stalking.

Song Jing felt that it was quite funny, so she stopped replying.

The only possibility he could think of was that the great god Xiaoju really had nothing to do and regarded him as a condiment, so he was just joking around.

As for liking... how is it possible.

Song couldn't think of anything about himself that could make Xiao Chan's heart flutter.

If he did something worthy of moving Xiao Qu, he might be able to understand a little bit, maybe Xiao Qu really liked him that much.

But looking back at these days, and looking back seriously, he never did anything that could move Xiao Chan.

As for the shining point, or the exciting point, Song Jing thought about it carefully, but there was none.

So Xiao Chan's sentence likes...

Song Jing didn't believe it at all.

Song Jing threw down his mobile phone, looked like he didn't care, turned around and left the bedroom, went into the bathroom to take a shower.

On the other end of the phone, Feng Zhique waited anxiously for a long time, but he couldn't wait for a reply.

The huge study room is cold and quiet.

Feng Zhique was holding the phone, and the cold screen light of the phone was reflected on his sharp and handsome face.

He waited quietly.

But nothing came of it.

Feng Zhique's heart sank.

If the other party questioned, scorned, or said that he didn't believe it at all, he wouldn't be so lacking in confidence.

But Song didn't reply.

The top of the chat page doesn't even have an indication that it's typing.

Feng Zhique was a little confused.

The heart seems to be suspended high, and the heart is empty, making it hard to see through.

Song didn't reply. For a moment, countless conjectures and thoughts flashed through Feng Zhique's mind.

Perhaps, someone is thinking right now.

Or maybe someone is struggling.

Or maybe someone is in trouble.

Or maybe...someone is thinking about how to reject him.

But more likely...

He has been deleted as a friend now, so there has been no reply to the message.

Of course, Feng Zhique could just send someone a message and ask for the answer, but Feng Zhique didn't dare.

Because he knew Song Jing's temperament too well, he didn't dare.

Feng Zhique, who has always been extremely rational and calm at work, can't help but start to feel a little timid when it comes to emotional matters.

He dared not ask.

He was afraid that after sending out the message, he would not get a reply from the other party, but a system prompt.

——You are no longer the friend of the other party.

Feng Zhique was in a bad mood.

He sat in the study and rubbed the space between his brows.

He didn't take it seriously, the matter of Xiao Chan's confession to him was forgotten by Song Jing in a blink of an eye.

Although when going to the company, on the way of driving, there was nothing to do, Song Jing accidentally recalled it, but he quickly forgot it.

……

Late, eight o'clock.

Going home from get off work at eight o'clock, on the way, I don't know whether it was a coincidence or misfortune, Song actually ran into the 3000 yuan again.

I wanted to pretend I didn't see it, but the other party got out of the car and came out of his car.

The man's legs were straight and slender, and he was particularly eye-catching when he appeared on the stage.

The man walked slowly out of his car window, raised his hand, and knocked on his car window.

Now that it's like this, you can no longer pretend you didn't see it.

Song Jing, who was sitting in the driver's seat, sighed slightly, lowered the car window, and looked at the other party.

Song Jing greeted the other party very politely.

Then, as if meeting the other party for the first time, he asked politely and distantly, "What's the matter?"

Hearing the alienated and indifferent tone of the other party, Feng Zhique's joyful mood just now was like a pot of cold water was poured on him, and his whole body was completely soaked.

Immediately, Feng Zhique's mood became a little depressed.

Feng Zhique: "Don't remember?"

Song Jing: "En?"

Song Jing didn't understand what he meant for a while.

He mistakenly thought that someone had forgotten again, so Feng Zhique simply pointed to the rear of his car and said in a nutshell, "3000 yuan."

The corner of Song Jing's eyes twitched, but there was no sign of it.

He got it.

- Ask him for a debt.

Then, Song Jing pretended to be stupid very decisively and quickly, without blushing and heartbeat, and asked solemnly, "What is 3000 yuan?"

Yes, pretend not to remember.

But Song actually forgot.

On WeChat, there is a transfer record.

Thinking that Song Jing really forgot, Feng Zhique sighed slightly again, then directly took out his mobile phone and transferred the transfer records to Song Jing.

Feng Zhique lightly shook the phone.

Looking at the transfer record on the screen of the mobile phone, which was so conspicuous that she couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore, Song Jing clicked his tongue and reached out to brush his hair, feeling a little irritable.

Song Jing asked, "And then."

Feng Zhique: "En?"

Song Jing: "So, why are you here looking for me now?"

While Song Jing was talking, she had already thought of the next sentence in her mind.

——If you want money, you want life.

Song Jing was ready and had already thought of the lines in his mind.

Unexpectedly, the other party's next sentence was to ask, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Song Jing: "En?"

Feng Zhique looked at Song Jing who was sitting in the driver's seat, with a pitiful expression on his face.

And now, Feng Zhique is really pitiful with Song Jing.

Feng Zhique: "I haven't eaten yet."

Feng Zhique lowered his voice, and the expression on his face was extremely distressed.

Song actually understood.

Song Jing turned his face sideways, looked at Feng Zhique, and asked a little hesitantly, "...Do you want me to treat you to dinner?"

Feng Zhique, who was about to invite Song Jing to dinner, paused.

He quickly changed his tune.

"kindness."

Song Jing frowned, and looked at Feng Zhique's attire and Feng Zhique's car.

Song Jing said sorry, and then continued, "I can't afford it."

When Feng Zhique heard the sound, he concealed his joy and excitement at the moment, with an extremely serious expression on his face.

Feng Zhique coughed lightly, and said, "I'm not picky about food, I'll eat anything."

Song Jing was suspicious, "Eat cheap ones too?"

Feng Zhique immediately expressed grace.

In response, Feng Zhique blurted out without thinking, "Eat what you cook."

Song Jing felt a little strange when he heard this: "Huh?"

Song Jing looked at him strangely.

The latter has a serious expression and a calm expression.

Seeing this, Song actually tilted his head and didn't think any more.

Then, he turned his head and glanced out the car window.

His gaze casually scanned the street scene outside the car.

After scanning, Song Jing quietly looked away.

He looked away, raised his foot, opened the door and got out of the car.

Although I can't afford to pay for the car, I can afford a meal.

Song Jing: "Let's go."

The corners of Feng Zhique's lips raised slightly.

Song Jing has lived in S city for some years, so he is quite familiar with it.

He led Feng Zhique towards the direction of the street, turned left and right, and finally came to a very remote shop.

But the strange thing is that the location of this small shop is very remote, but the business is extremely prosperous.

Song Jing walked into the store, found a remote place, and sat down with Feng Zhique.

Then, he deftly pushed the menu on the table and pushed it in front of Feng Zhique.

Song Jing: "Order yourself."

Feng Zhique looked down at the menu.

The menu is colorful and full of names, which is really dazzling.

Feng Zhique glanced around, looking at it really gave him a headache, so he pushed the menu back.

Feng Zhique stared straight at Song Jing, "I'll eat whatever you eat."

Song Jing raised her eyes to look at Feng Zhique, called the boss, and skillfully ordered three dishes.

After ordering, Song was speechless.

He wasn't a talkative character in the first place.

Furthermore, he really had nothing to say to the other party.

If you really insist on chatting with the other party, the only topic may be the specific amount of compensation for the car.

Feng Zhique had a lot to say.

He looked at Song Jing's indifferent face, and then thought about the fact that he had waited all night but did not get a reply, and he couldn't help feeling aggrieved and depressed for a moment.

So Feng Zhique suddenly said, "I'm playing AOI."

Song Jing was taken aback.

Song Jing: "?"

Feng Zhique: "I've watched... your live broadcast."

In an instant, Song Jing narrowed his eyes and became vigilant.

Because he wasn't sure if Feng Zhique had asked him to take revenge because he had killed him too many times.

But when Song Jing was fully on guard, Feng Zhique said again, "I like you very much."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Song would not believe it, so he specially added a sentence.

"I fell in love with it the first time I saw it."

Feng Zhique looked at him without blinking, as if shining stars in his eyes.

Song Jing was taken aback.

Song Jing was stunned, a little caught off guard.

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, then regained his senses.

He groaned, and subconsciously replied, "...Thank you."

This thank you is no different from sending a good person card.

Feng Zhique, who was issued a good person card: "..."

Feng Zhique couldn't hold back, and asked, "Don't you have anything else... you want to say?"

Song actually thought about it.

...but there really are.

Song Jing: "If that's the case, then I shouldn't have to lose money to you anymore."

Feng Zhique: "Losing money?"

Song Jing: "Car."

Feng Zhique was startled for a moment, and finally understood.

Feng Zhique: "..."

Feng Zhique suddenly thought of something.

Feng Zhique suddenly had a very unbelievable conjecture.

Feng Zhique: "Before...you...couldn't have deliberately pretended not to know each other, just because you were afraid that I would come to you and ask you to lose money, right?"

Song Jing admitted it frankly, "Yes."

Feng Zhique: "..."