Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

When the news of Qiu Xiangdi's death came, Hua Zhirong was planning to buy a cat on a whim and read the breed introduction online.

The information was sent to Wen Jingshu's mobile phone. He flipped through it out of curiosity, and immediately regretted it after flipping through it. He covered his mouth suddenly, his stomach churned and throbbed in pain.

Like a slide show in his mind, various images flashed through quickly, the appearance of Qiu Xiangdi clutching his stomach, the appearance of Jiang Zuoren's red eyes, the knife that reflected light gradually enlarged in front of his eyes , and finally shattered into a piece of light and shadow.

He felt that he was in pain so much that he had auditory hallucinations. The buzzing sounds in his ears finally turned into the hysterical roars of the Qiu family. Come.

Wen Jingshu was still taking a shower in the bathroom, he was half kneeling on the bed, the invisible pressure made him almost lose his breath.

It's not my fault, it's not my fault, Shu Shu said, it's none of my business, these are all fake.

No, these are all real, what you see now is fake, these are fantasies made up by your self-comforting brain.

Hua Zhirong didn't know whether he had a stomachache or a headache, maybe both, or none at all, these were all made up by his mind.

He always felt that something was about to break through, but he started to get scared, and he didn't know why, but subconsciously refused.

As if if only he knew something, everything would be ruined by now.

"Drip—" Wen Jingshu's cell phone rang again.

Hua Zhirong's vision was a little blurred, he curled up reluctantly and lay down, he understood that he should not turn on Wen Jingshu's phone to look at it now, but should call him out directly, but that inexplicable emotion dominated him , making him unable to make the second correct choice.

He seemed to be controlled by someone, and slowly clicked on the message:

Is Hua Zhirong with you?You are optimistic about him, the people in the Qiu family are not emotionally stable, so don't let him come to the hospital.

Don't come to the hospital yet, the Qiu family's mood is not stable.

When Hua Zhirong saw that message, this sentence automatically popped up in his mind.

It seems that at this time, he was sent this message.

This patient has no sense of survival. We want to save him, but he doesn't want to wake up.

It's all you!If you save him, he won't die!

If you hadn't been selfish and had escaped first, we, Xiang Di, wouldn't have died!

It's all your fault, you selfish coward!

He saw the knife again, or it wasn't the same one, after all, it was just an ordinary fruit knife, sold everywhere, the only difference was the color, which shone coldly, and didn't have any fruity aroma on it. It was scratched away from his belly, and now it was facing him, and pierced into his flesh with a glistening white.

Heartbreaking pain.

A fruit knife, but it was full of the smell of blood.

Hua Zhirong felt that he had been wronged. His parents had passed away long ago, and his personality flaws were enlarged step by step but no one corrected him. He silently shrank in his own world, silently doing the assigned tasks, Until I met his family, Shu Shu. His family, Shu Shu, was good-looking and had a good personality. If he didn’t bother him, he would help him out. Comfort and enlighten him.

There is probably only one ideal in his life, and that is to sleep comfortably in his home.

It doesn't matter if it's soft or hard, he once stared at his Shu Shu's sleeping face for more than an hour in the middle of the night, seeing that he closed his eyes tightly, as if he had a good dream, with the corners of his mouth curled up, looking beautiful It made his little heart beat "thump-thump-thump", and his unconscious moan could make him excited for a long time.

He did a lot of mental construction, but in the end he only dared to put his head on the side of his neck, secretly kissed him a few times, touched his tight skin with his small hand, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and finally wilted. Listless, he found that he didn't dare to make a move.

What if his family Shushu is forced and his family Shushu ignores him? It's rare for them to establish a relationship above ordinary friendship. He carefully caresses and holds her, for fear of breaking it or losing it.

He didn't want to be destroyed by his own impulse.

Although this is not a temporary impulse, he has been impulsive for several months.

He has to be willing even if he is not willing.

It's just that the days of sharing the same bed are too short, the spicy chicken broke the door and was beaten and repaired by others after not being able to last for a day, and his family Shu Shu didn't want to keep him, so they put him back.

Put him back in that dark, cold, broken room where he was alone.

They are all allocated apartments together, why is Shu Shu's so nice and warm, with warm fragrance all over the place, while his is small, dark and cold.

Why is there a cute and cute Shu Shu there, but here is only a not cute self.

Now I, who is not cute at all, will be gone.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the hideous woman in front of him. She didn't love her elder son. Even though her elder son was handsome, successful and filial to his parents, she only had eyes for her younger son. ATM.

But even so, when such an eldest son passed away, she would still feel sad, vent anger, and cry. Although there were more benefits mixed in, from her bloodshot eyes, he felt that she probably still had So a little really sad.

Qiu Xiangdi was miserable, but he was even worse. He felt that he had failed so badly. If he died like this, would anyone love him?

He always felt that he didn't, and most importantly, before he died, he couldn't sleep comfortably in his house.

If he regretted it to death, he should have directly attacked the Overlord that night, at least now he would not have any regrets.

He could clearly feel a little bit of his depressed consciousness, like a stone sinking into a deep river, the small splash from the beginning gradually disappeared, and the last groan disappeared.

"The capacity!"

He moved violently, struggling to open his eyes, did he hear the soothing voice of his family?

So angry!He just perfected the strategy system in that small VR helmet.

He secretly designed another program during his working hours. This program took him a lot of time, and he checked a lot of information, for which he sacrificed a lot of research time.

He is an illiterate person outside of his own field, and he has checked so many cultural materials, designed one world after another, and found suitable identities for himself and Shu Shu one after another, so that Shu Shu must feel him Full of charm and full of love.

But even if he works so hard, there will inevitably be many bugs in this system, but his technology is limited, and his brain capacity is also limited. It is impossible to take care of so many at the same time. A small system that guides or looks at the traitor Shushu.

Just call Hua Hua, further strengthen Shu Shu's impression of him, and make Shu Shu feel a strong sense of existence.

In addition to this, let Shu Shu see the true face of Xie Tianyou.

It's just that Xie Tianyou can't be called Xie Tianyou all the time, this is the privilege of the two of them, and Shu Shu can't strengthen his impression of Xie Tianyou, even if he hates it.

Well, after he did this, he just waited for the system to be perfected, and then Shu Shu put on the helmet. When Shu Shu put on the helmet, the other helmet he designed would respond, and then he would be able to fulfill his wish. up.

He has already done a lot of calculations and experiments. One year in the system is equal to one hour of their real life. He just needs to end a world as soon as possible. In this way, Shu Shu and him will be fine, Shu Shu Still fall in love with him, they can be together happily happily.

But now it seemed impossible. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them. He could only feel his consciousness gradually sinking until he disappeared.

The author has something to say: Wen Jingshu: ...It’s ok, the tsundere has become sickly, the idiot, the tyrant, and the tyrannical man can’t let it go, and now there’s a new line of fishing at work every day. Your boss knows that you’re fishing like this every day ?

Hua Zhirong: (ノへ~,) I, I am not sick and delicate, I, I am just a simple idiot, Huang Baoqwq, don’t slander me