The male protagonist tricked me

Song Ao woke up from the feeling of falling and weightlessness, until he saw the snow-white ceiling clearly, and then he woke up from the sense of panic that his heart fell with his body.

He was lying peacefully on a single bed in his rental house, covered with a quilt.

A ray of skylight seeps in from the gap in the closed curtains, telling the current skylight.

Song Ao, who hadn't recovered from the great horror, calmed down his breathing, trying to re-understand all these almost absurd things.

Just now, when he was pushed off the high platform by Jiang Heng, he felt that he had already remembered something and had an insight into everything.

But, lying in the hut that he rented for more than two years so real at this moment, Song Ao felt that the world he was in now was real.

All the things that happened made him fall into very deep self-doubt.

What is real and what is false, which world he said is the real world that should exist, or which "Song Ao" he should be.

Why did Stars and Seas suddenly and abnormally start writing such a book?

Why does he have such a frightening resonance with the plot and characters in the book?

Or, is he the only one making these strange connections to the stories in the book?

Song Ao's mind flashed countless times when Jiang Heng looked at him, he hesitated to speak, hidden turbulent eyes.

He didn't know why, he had always been a little afraid of Jiang Heng, but when he thought of all the plots in the book, he couldn't understand it at this moment—because he felt ashamed of Jiang Heng in his heart.

Because of "Song Ao", or because of himself, he did such a cruel thing to Jiang Heng.

Song Ao let himself sink into the soft bed, heaved a long sigh, and relieved the depression in his chest.

Perhaps, it's time for him to have a good talk with Xingchenhaihai.

All the sticking points seem to be in this book.

Thinking about it, Song Ao was going to look for his mobile phone, only to find that the mobile phone was held in his hand all the time.

Could it be that when he was sleeping, he kept holding on to his phone?

A strange idea suddenly flashed in Song Ao's mind.

However, even such "unscientific" things as "crossing books" repeatedly had already happened, so he wasn't surprised at all.

Song Ao turned on the screen of his mobile phone, and the first thing he saw was the battery that was about to run out.

The small red tail on the schematic diagram is only almost one pixel wide, and the 1% of the big Lala next to it declares that its life is coming to an end.

The upper half of the lock screen showed that it was close to ten o'clock in the morning, and the lower half showed that its chat software had hundreds of unread messages.

Song Ao suddenly remembered that today is Monday, a day of despair for all social animals.And for him, who was absent from work before asking for leave, it was a terrible disaster day.

Song Ao can almost imagine that when he opens the chat software, he will definitely see a group of departments who have already posted a lot of news, private messages asking him why he is absent from work, and maybe there will be a few colleagues who care about him.

But before that, since absenteeism in the morning was doomed, Song Ao decided to find a charger first to recharge his phone.

However, just as Song Ao turned over and sat up, the phone rang suddenly, filling the entire room immediately, loudly announcing his presence.

Song Ao, who doesn't like to answer the phone, may only feel his scalp go numb, thinking that the editor-in-chief must not be able to find his own person, and the series of fatal calls came.

This kind of call had to be made, so Song Ao had no choice but to pick up the phone again, but was suddenly taken aback, and the screen showed that the caller was Jiang Heng.

When did he save Jiang Heng's phone number?

Song Ao's eyes touched the name on the phone screen, and he couldn't help but recall all the things that happened with Jiang Heng when he traveled between the two worlds.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the mobile phone, and because of his complicated thoughts, his movements were a little slow, and it was this slowness that the mobile phone finally declared that it was turned on and exhausted, and it died down and turned into a brick.

Song Ao's mind and thoughts also seemed to be cut off suddenly, just like the power of the mobile phone.

To be honest, he hasn't figured out how to face Jiang Heng, what to say to Jiang Heng, whether he should ask him if he is also experiencing the same trouble as himself.

But he didn't have any confidence in his heart.

Yes, it's like he remembered everything in the world in the book, and remembered that he would use his life to apologize to Jiang Heng in the end, but he was not sure whether Jiang Heng would forgive him, even if he forgave a The mood of the dead forgives him.

What he has done cannot be undone, cannot be repeated.

If it is really possible to "go back" and "do it again", he...

He has no chance.

Song Ao shook his head with a wry smile, turned over and got out of bed to charge his phone.

Now that he was absent from work, Song Ao was not in a hurry to go to the company. Song Ao walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, touched two handfuls of water to wash his face, and tried to reorganize everything in series.

It all started with the book "The King of the Star Sea" by Xing Chen Hai.

He insisted on writing a grand fictional world, in which the counterattack hero named Jiang Heng was exactly the same as the Jiang Heng who appeared in his life the next day.

And Song Ao, the male supporting role in "The King of the Star Sea", also coincides with his own name.

In reality, there seems to be some kind of inexplicable connection between him and Jiang Heng, but in the book, the two are even more entangled in fate.

For some reason, in the real world, there seemed to be some "illusion" phenomenon, and then he would involuntarily enter the world in the book to experience the life of "Song Ao".

Once, twice, he could feel the coordination of the body and the resonance of the soul, as if they had always been one person.

He even remembered more things - including what Xingchen Dahai didn't write, the reason why Song Ao approached Jiang Heng, and what they will face later, the intricate entanglement that runs through Song Ao's life.

He is Song Ao, Song Ao is him, they seem to merge into one in two time and space.

Song Ao froze while brushing his teeth, and looked at himself in the mirror.

This face is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if in a short period of time, too much fatigue and burden have been added, but at the same time, it has been injected with a deeper and more solid soul.

Something is waking up from his body.

But... what about the illusion at the beginning?

What about the illusion where the two treat each other tenderly and care for each other?

It was a scene and fragment that had never appeared before in his memories that flooded back and forth, and it was a Jiang Heng completely different from the Jiang Heng he knew in the future.

Song Ao's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly rinsed his mouth, then went back to the bedroom, picked up the phone that had been recharged, and pressed the power button resolutely.

Before, he didn't turn on the phone directly when it was charging, perhaps out of some kind of wonderful escape psychology.

In short, Song Ao was a little afraid that Jiang Heng would call again, so he simply chose to keep the phone turned off.

Turning on the phone at this time, Song Ao saw that there were no new missed calls, and he was relieved. He turned to the chat software, poked the profile picture of Xingchen Haihai, and sent him a message crackling

"What is the ending you arranged for Song Ao? Did he die at the climax of the plot?"

When the news was sent out, the stars and the sea, which always replied in seconds, unexpectedly fell silent this time.

Song Ao paced back and forth in the room a little anxiously, hoping to get more information from Xingchenhaihai soon.

However, he didn't wait for the notification sound of the news, but his ears caught the sound of the door lock turning.

Song Ao was shocked, his landlord was abroad all the year round, besides that, how could anyone else have the key to this house?

Song Ao walked from the bedroom to the living room, just in time to hear the sound of the door being opened, and then he met Jiang Heng's tense face, and saw the turbulent undercurrent in his deep black eyes.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" Jiang Heng pressed his lips into a straight line and asked.

"The phone...is out of battery." Song Ao couldn't help but feel guilty when he looked at him with dark eyes.

Sensing that the atmosphere was getting heavier, Song Ao squeezed out a somewhat embarrassed smile, "Then, that...why are you here?" In fact, he wanted to ask why Jiang Heng had the key to his own house, which would make him very uncomfortable. sense of security.

"I remember I notified you." Jiang Heng's tone was cold, as if Song Ao didn't take what he had said to heart and made him even more sullen, "I've already bought this house, so I naturally have the key. "

Song Ao was startled, and immediately searched through his recent memory, only then did he vaguely remember that Jiang Heng had indeed told him about this matter.

But after Jiang Heng declared "cohabitation", he heard from the editor-in-chief that Jiang Heng had gone on a business trip, and after that, he lived here all alone this weekend.

Song Ao's full attention was on the matter of "crossing the book", so naturally he didn't separate his mind to think about other things. It's perfectly normal to ignore this matter.

However, looking at Jiang Heng's face at the moment, Song Ao knew that he absolutely couldn't say that.

He watched Jiang Heng approaching him slowly, feeling a sense of crisis in his heart, "Hold on, I'm sorry... I've always been a little mentally ill lately, and my memory has also declined a lot, because you didn't move in directly, so I just put this I forgot one thing... Ah, are you planning to move in? Then I will take some time to do some cleaning in the next few days..."

Song Ao tried to use this topic to break the weird atmosphere in the room, but Jiang Heng didn't buy it, and his eyes were still fixed on Song Ao as if he was staring at a prey.

"Why don't you go to work today?" He asked another question.

"I... overslept." Song Ao swallowed hard, even though he was telling the truth, facing Jiang Heng's burning eyes, he still felt uneasy.

Jiang Heng was still walking forward step by step, Song Ao retreated subconsciously, he had originally walked out of the bedroom, but at this time he was about to retreat into the bedroom.

It's just that Song Ao didn't notice it at all, and continued to talk to Jiang Heng without looking away.

"So, where are your thoughts?" Jiang Heng sneered, as if he was very dissatisfied with Song Ao's answer.

Song Ao had some headaches. As a leader, it is very unpleasant for employees to be distracted and distracted from work. He can understand Jiang Heng's dissatisfaction, but...

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I finally finished working overtime on Friday, and woke up on Saturday to celebrate~ I finally finished writing this super tangled plot