How did Xiao Ming die?

Uh?

"Shi Ming, do you really not remember anything?"

I digest this sentence.

First of all, I subconsciously believe that Li Si is not a simple person, so the reason he said this to me can naturally be investigated.So, what do you mean I don't remember anything?Could it be that I still have some unknown past that even I have forgotten?

Thinking about it this way, the plot in my head seems to have developed to the point that I am the ultimate boss who hides the twists and turns of his life and destroys the world.

The reason is obvious, like me, who is deeply in the fog, handsome and intelligent, occupying all the settings of the male protagonist, how can it be just such a simple identity as "I am at the same table as him"!

I almost laughed out loud.

I, who was pissed on by myself, made the following reaction in an instant that was not detectable by the naked eye.

I supported the marble countertop with one hand, turned around gracefully, and jumped to sit on the stove.

"Heh." I pretended to be relaxed and full of deep meaning chuckle.

Yes, I want Li Si to think that I remember.At this time, if I honestly admit that I really don't know anything, Li Si might turn the conversation around and cut this episode off the air.

In order for him to continue the conversation, I had to create the illusion that I was in the game.

Seeing my instant transformation from a good baby to a charming boss, Li Si shrank his pupils, obviously frightened.

He was still leaning against the door, with a calm expression on his face, "Oh, I thought you forgot."

As he spoke, he opened the cupboard at hand and took out a hot water bottle from it.

This thermos looks so familiar because it's what I used to use.

He handed the water bottle to me, "Thank you very much last time. I didn't expect you to be my classmate. I just recognized you as you. Now I'm giving it back to you."

I took the bottle in a daze, and gradually remembered what Li Si was referring to.

About two years ago, I took the high-speed train to another city, and the person sitting next to me was Li Si.We were all wearing masks because of the flu at that time.

No wonder he didn't recognize me immediately, and I don't have much impression of his face.

At that time Li Si was sick and did not bring a cup.I used my water bottle to get hot water for him, and then I had to get off the car early, so I didn't ask him to return the cup to me.

It turns out that his phrase "I don't remember anything" refers to this matter!So there is no setting that Shi Ming is the ultimate boss!Isn't that wicked smile of mine just now very funny!No wonder Li Si was shocked!The shame is too high!I even sat on the stove! ! !

I hugged the hot water bottle and got down from the stove in despair.

When I got to the living room, I stopped again.

"That... Li Si... uh... Brother Li Si" I turned around, "I have a question."

"Excuse me." He smiled politely.

"You are also one of the gods, so why are you still sick? Can't you control the particles to adjust your body?"

"Oh, this." He picked up the fruit plate and began to help me wash the mangoes, "Let me explain this to you... The gods of Nibrosa divided all the creatures in the universe into five categories. It is I and the three of them who are called As the Emperor God, I belong to the Protoss, Leng Xiaotai belongs to the human variant, and then there are ordinary humans and animals and plants in the ecological circle. You must know that whether it is human beings or gods, our physical structure is the same, the only one The difference lies in the quality of the soul. Therefore, like Leng Xiaotai, the variant whose soul quality is hundreds of millions of times higher than ordinary people is essentially the same as the protoss. But there is a difference between ordinary protoss and emperor gods. Only three emperor gods have Godhead, and the meaning of godhead... In short, it is the order of all things, that is to say, only the three of us can control all things and understand everything. But other gods can't. For example, Leng Xiaotai's ability is to control water, but Also limited to water."

"I see!" I interrupted, "You mean, not all gods have the ability to repair their body's cell particles. But the three of them can control everything, including water, the atmosphere, and everything. Heal your own or someone else's body."

"Yes, my ability can't cure my cold, and I have to take medicine as usual when I'm sick. After all, we can't always go to Xuan and Rong for help in treating serious and minor illnesses. But I can't use his spiritual power easily. "

"Understood." I nodded, "Is there anyone with the ability to heal others or to heal themselves quickly?"

"Yes." Li Si handed me a fruit plate full of mangoes, "And you should know this person."

Li Si's tone was the way to end the conversation, and I wisely didn't ask any further questions.

Since it is someone I know, I believe that when it is time to let me know, I will naturally know.

Pushing open the door of my bedroom, he was fiddling with his recording equipment at the desk.

When I came to his house before, these microphone wires were all put away by him, so today is the first time I saw them, and I feel very novel.

I leaned forward and touched his pop shield, "You want to record?"

He adjusted the microphone stand, "I'm in good shape today."

As soon as I heard it, Xing Xingyan said, "Then can I listen to it?"

"No."

"So heartless."

"go out."

I would rather die than follow him, laying his body on his bed.

Helpless, he patted my calf.

I flicked my legs and pretended to be dead.

He knelt on the bed on one knee, supported his upper body with one hand, and patted my lower back.

I buried my face in the quilt, groaned, and pretended to be dead.

He sighed softly, got up and pulled the chair over, and sat down at the table.

Afterwards he recorded a remake, and I read that manga afterward, it was called "Youth League", and the character he recorded was called Yuxi.

Originally, I was expecting to hear his shame play, but I found that the character actually spoke in the same tone as he usually does, uh... still dead?

So he acted in his true colors and finished the recording in one go.

Lost me badly.

"Pikachu." I stepped on his chair, "Quickly record a few words of Jiaochuan for Grandpa to listen to."

He ignored me and clicked the mouse to save the file.

I rolled on the bed, "I want to hear laughing, roaring, crying in dialect, pseudo-girl, acting like a baby, showing cuteness, shaking S shaking S shaking S shaking S, I want to hear it!"

As I said that, I accidentally rolled to the end of the bed.Just when I thought I was going to jump off, I bumped into Zhenzhen's leg.

I lay on my back on the edge of the bed, and he stood on the edge of the bed looking down at me.

He crossed his arms, raised his head, lowered his eyes, and looked down at the disdainful images of all living beings with an arrogant and unruly expression, "Miscellaneous cultivators." He said in a low voice. (Hybrid, Fate series golden mantra shaking S)

At that moment, I felt a tendon stretching from my lower abdomen to my chest, which made my waist go soft.

I admit that I was caught by S, and I feel very good. I have already launched a deep analysis on the topic of 'whether I am shaking M'.

Almost out of an instinctive reaction, I said "Ah!", and immediately grabbed the corner of the quilt that was laid flat on the bed, rolled around, and rolled myself up in the quilt.

Just like any species will choose to avoid or hide when it comes to shy ejaculation, I also followed the laws of nature at that time, rolled a few more times when I was excited, and hit the head of the bed with a bang.

The wrought-iron carved headboard trembled from the impact, and only the reverberation of its tremor could be heard in the room.

Even more speechless, I found that I was tightly wrapped in the quilt and could not move.

For a while, the atmosphere was so awkward...

After a moment of silence, I heard a leisurely sentence from the room, "Are you sick..."

I pretended to be dying, "Brother, save me..."

"Don't save me, don't you want to listen to S shaking..."

I want to listen to Dou S, not to play bundled play!I was about to cry, and continued to call for help in a hoarse voice, "Brother Zhen, save me..."

"No help."

Cried.

My hands were pinned behind my back, I couldn't turn around at all, my face was buried in the quilt feebly, and my voice was muffled.

"Well..." I gave up on myself.

There was the sound of the mouse and keyboard, and he should have returned to the computer.

"Hmm..." I was bored and started making noise to annoy him.

Just when I thought he would ignore me for a while, the bed behind me sank, and I knew he was coming.

"Thank you brother!" I quickly thanked.

"No thanks," he said.

As I said that, I suddenly felt that my body was empty, and I seemed to be hugged by him.

"Damn brother, if you have something to say, please say it!" I begged for mercy in the quilt.

He was so ruthless, holding the quilt and walking out without saying a word.

I couldn't see anything at the time, and I could only locate myself by feeling and finally being cruelly thrown on the living room rug.

Then I heard the sound of him pulling on his slippers and going back to the house to close and lock the door.

So ruthless.

I had nothing to do, so I simply emptied myself, lying in the dark quilt with nothing to love.

In fact, I was also frightened by myself just now. I knew that the excitement at that moment belonged to the excitement stage of the sexual central nervous system, which produced desire and impulse under the stimulation of hormones and the environment.Yes, I had sex with my deskmate, a guy.

I smacked my lips and calmly accepted the argument.

In logic, an argument is a judgment whose truth needs to be verified.

I have to admit, as my deskmate, I used to like to look at his profile.I remember when I used to study by myself, I put down my pen when I was tired and looked at him with my head up.He noticed my gaze, stopped writing, and stared blankly at me. Over time, he got used to my gaze.

I like the curvature of his jaw, like his fair cheeks and black hair, and this is not the first time I have said this.

But today is the first time I look up at him from the angle of my deskmate, and I still like it.

Like like like like like.

I think I should have come to the answer of why I have a sexual impulse.

The conclusion is that teenagers are energetic and have not masturbated for too long, resulting in too much accumulation, which is quite sensitive and hungry.Well, that's right.