God forbids me to fall in love

"Hey, you're back." Huang Xiuqi was immersed in the "fight" and couldn't help himself, he greeted Fang Yue who had been in the door for a long time, and pressed the keyboard in his hand.

Fang Yue broke free from the daze, bent down and tried to pick up the notebook.

Before his fingers touched it, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and several pages of the notebook flew away. Fang Yue passively looked at the black pencil drawings and various strange symbols on the pages. Skipping in front of his eyes, he reached out and quickly closed the book.

Looking up, the window was wide open, and the curtains were blown by the wind.

When he came back just now, there was obviously not such a strong wind outside, so he hurried over to close the window.

"How is it, isn't it amazing?" Huang Xiuqi's game seemed to be over, he stopped and turned around, scratching the back of the chair, and asked curiously.

"It's quite amazing." Fang Yue's answer revealed a touch of perfunctory, he thought for a while and added, "You can ask your girlfriend, I won't tell you the details."

Then he said casually: "Why do you throw other people's notebooks on the ground?"

"Ah? I put it on your table properly. Maybe I accidentally dropped it." Huang Xiuqi's tone was a bit dazed.

Fang Yue didn't intend to delve into it, and stopped paying attention to this little episode after saying "oh".

He went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, he checked his phone again, but there was still no news of the lost and found.

Is this book important?How can it look like its owner is not in a hurry to find it?

At night, Fang Yue lay on the bed, opened the browser like a ghost, and searched for "Virnes".

Sure enough, nothing was gained.

He changed several search engines, but couldn't find any relevant information. It seems that this is just a product of the fortune teller's mouth, but...

I always care about it in my heart.

Fang Yue sighed, and turned to search for the knowledge of occultism.

He read some information about guardian spirits and found that there is a concept of "angel number".

The simple explanation is that when you always see the same number repeatedly, it may be that the guardian spirit is sending you a message.

For example, at this moment, Fang Yue glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the screen, and it happened to show 11:11 in the evening.

His heartbeat missed a beat, but what a coincidence, his battery was only 11% unknowingly.

...Could it be that the guardian spirit, who was forced to terminate just halfway through the connection with him, wanted to convey something to him?

Fang Yue swallowed, and heard the sound of the door opening.

The lights in the dormitory were still on, and the last roommate who was studying in the study room came back at this time.

Knowing that everyone was still asleep, Fang Yue couldn't help asking: "My friends, if you mention '1', what do you think of? It's the number one."

"One? No.1, a cafeteria, a teaching, building No. [-], the first floor... This is too broad, why are you asking this?"

"Then what if it's consecutive 1s, such as 1111..."

"Oh, I see. Are you a little bumpkin who doesn't play games and can't understand Internet terms? 1111 means affirmation, approval, or being ready to start the game." Huang Xiuqi replied proudly.

"Haha, I just came back from 1111. Isn't the number of our school library 1111?" Xueba's roommate put down the book in his hand with a bright face, and proposed a new idea.

Fang Yue was startled, the library... the red signs outside were indeed four. I had paid attention to this weird design when I was in school, and almost forgot about it.

Is this what the guardian spirit wants to tell him?Should he go to the library?

Fang Yue was secretly shocked, and after a while, he suddenly felt a little funny.

A trip to the divination shop turned him, a staunch materialist, into a goddamn god, and he actually believed in the existence of guardian spirits.

Mingming Zhu Di said that he was being protected by the benevolent energy of the universe, and the fortune teller said that he had a bloody disaster recently, which is contradictory.

Still don't think so much, go to sleep.

There are many coincidences in the world, and many seemingly inconceivable things are occasionally caused by human psychology.

With such big thoughts, Fang Yue fell asleep after touching the pillow, and had no dreams all night.

When I woke up the next day, there was an extra friend request on my phone.

Fang Yue rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw that "notebook" was written in this person's application notes, and realized that the owner finally came to the door, so he quickly clicked through.

This classmate's screen name is only a simple letter M, and his profile picture is all black, and he does not seem to be operating a social network.

Suddenly thinking of those pencil drawings that he accidentally saw yesterday, Fang Yue suspected that this person might really be the talented little painter Huang Xiuqi mentioned.

He cut straight to the point and sent the message: "My dormitory is in B221, Building [-]. I don't have classes in the morning. I've been in the dormitory all the time. You can come and pick it up. If it's not convenient for you to come, you can also tell me a location, and I'll drop by. .”

I thought that the classmate who sent the friend application in the early morning was still sleeping at the moment, but I didn't expect to receive a reply immediately: "Yeah."

Just one word is enough to show the aloofness of this person, of course, it can also be seen that the other party is not polite.

Fang Yue frowned.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and he tiptoed up to wash up. While he was still changing his pajamas, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

At this moment, it is only 10 minutes since the message was sent. Could it be that classmate who came?

Fang Yue quickly took the notebook in his hand, walked over and carefully opened the door, and saw a tall and handsome young man at a glance.

His facial features are very deep, a bit like a mixed race, but his face is expressionless, his hands are in his pockets, and the clothes all over his body have no other colors except black, which looks a bit gloomy.

Fang Yue handed over the notebook, and heard the other party say "thank you", the voice was also very cold, without any emotional color, no different from the "sorry" he heard in the cafeteria at noon yesterday.

Fang Yue returned a polite smile, turned around and retreated to the dormitory.

This also seems to be just a small episode in life, and there should be no follow-up.

But on the way Fang Yue couldn't restrain himself from rushing to the library, he received a question from this classmate

"Did you draw those things on my notebook? [picture]"

Click on the big picture, it is the crooked sentence "Are you feeling lonely too?" that Fang Yue saw last night?

It's no wonder that the other party calls it "painting". Normal college students can't write such words.

Fang Yue didn't think that his roommates would play a prank on it while he was away, so he answered "no" coldly.

"..." The other party sent a series of ellipses.

Fang Yue didn't pay attention to the phone anymore, he read in the library for a while, but when he got here, he didn't know what to do next.

After stunned for a while, he felt that he was really a demon, and was thinking that borrowing a few books would not be a waste of time, when a person came out of the door.

The familiar figure and familiar stinky face were none other than the suspected classmate Meng Weiyi who had just "negotiated" with him about the notebook issue.

He didn't seem to notice himself, and was walking out of the school with his bag on his back.

Fang Yue withdrew his gaze, entered the library, and saw the computer number 1 directly in front of his sight at first sight.

He was naturally attracted by it, stepped forward to use it, and clicked on the borrowing page.

A dedicated engine for searching book information and its location should have popped up here, but Fang Yue jumped into an unfamiliar forum.

He was surprised for a second, guessing that this might be the webpage opened by the previous classmate and forgot to log out. He was about to click the fork to close it, but he noticed the content in the forum.

Fang Yue's expression gradually became serious. The name of this forum is "No.1 Class Civilization". It seems to be a discussion base for fans of a certain niche book. The number of members is only two digits, and the number of posts and replies is also very poor. .

But this is not the point, the point is the post floating on the homepage of the forum

"Does anyone want to talk about the system of fallen gods? The host did some research according to the book and found that only Vernes was clearly mentioned as fallen. How did the abyss grow?"

The hand holding the mouse tensed for a moment, Fang Yue's pupils dilated, and a scalding heat came from the soles of his feet, burning all the way to his heart, causing his temples to throb.

He adjusted his standing posture to relieve the sudden weakness of his legs, and then he held his breath and clicked in. Unfortunately, no one has replied yet.

But the impact Fang Yue received was strong enough

The name that Judy uttered by mistake actually existed...