When the heroine becomes paranoid

Why are you so nice to you?

Very simple.

In the beginning, warmth is to complete system tasks, and a good relationship with the heroine will facilitate the completion of tasks in the later stage, and promote the perfect harmony between the hero and heroine.

But now Nuannuan is to eliminate the blackening value of the heroine, thinking of treating Song Ci better to reduce the blackening value, but finds that Song Ci has other thoughts about her, so he deliberately alienates her, trying to make her give up.

But Nuannuan couldn't do nothing after all, if something happened to Song Ci, the mission in this world would still fail, and they would be expelled at that time.

The reason is clear.

But she looked at Song Ci's ink-stained eyes, but couldn't open her mouth.

After groaning and deflated for a long time, Nuannuan faltered and said: "Because, I regard you as a friend."

You are so jealous of me.

Mistress, you touch your conscience and say, are you worthy of me! ?

It's really heartless to blacken me.

Song Ci blinked and said softly, "Then do you know what I take you for?"

Ask knowingly.

Nuan Nuan pretended not to understand, and said nonsense, "...friend, classmate."

"Zhao Wennuan, I really wish I didn't tell you seriously once."

"say what?"

Song Ci stopped in his tracks and said with a smile, "Zhao Wennuan, Song Ci likes you for a long time."

warmth:"....."

Her ink-stained eyes are scattered with lights beside the road, shining like a galaxy.

"I don't want to be friends with you, because my feelings for you are not friendship at all."

warmth:"......"

"I want to be with you, hold hands, hug, kiss, even go to bed with you, as long as I'm with you, I'm willing to do anything."

"......"

Wen Nuan looked into her lustrous eyes, although her heart was turbulent, her complexion was still as calm as water.

The system was a little moved by Song Ci's confession: [Host, why don't you just obey? 】

Warmth: "...Get out!"

She turned and walked forward without responding to Song Ci.

Song Ci smiled bitterly, and followed behind Nuannuan, the two walked together silently.

There are 11 buildings in Taizhou Prefecture.

Wen Nuan sent Song Ci downstairs, but the two remained silent.

Song Ci looked at Wen Nuan, "I'll go in first, clothes first..."

"Song Ci, in your sophomore year of high school, you were bullied on campus, did you do it on purpose?" Wen Nuan looked at Song Ci with a gloomy expression.

Song Ci lowered his eyes and smiled in a low voice: "Ah... you found out."

"Is it interesting for you to do this?" Wen Nuan frowned, "Why did you do this?"

Deliberately making people bully, deliberately making people rape, what is the purpose of the heroine doing this?

Song Ci was obviously smiling, but he looked like he was crying, "If I don't do this, can you still come back?"

Wen Nuan widened her eyes and said in disbelief, "You were deliberately bullied on campus just to get me back? Are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy. If I wasn't crazy, how could I like you?" Song Ci smiled softly, but there was obvious madness in his eyes.

"If I don't come back, will you let others bully you?" Wen Nuan felt terrified.

Song Ci nodded calmly, "Yeah."

"Even if you are bullied to death, you still want to continue?"

Those who are bullied on campus can't bear the pain of being bullied in the end, and collapse and commit suicide.

"Maybe." Song Ci touched the jade on his chest, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If I don't see you alive, it would be nice to have you collect a corpse for me after I die."

"Snapped--"

Nuan Nuan was confused by Song Ci's crazy look, slapped him across the face, and blurted out: "You are so crazy!"

The system silently felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

"Are you crazy?" Song Ci touched his cheek and chuckled.

She looked at Wen Nuan, her eyes were scarlet, and her eyes were sharp and fierce, "If you didn't take the initiative to approach me, let me slowly rely on you and get used to you, and then you left me quietly, and let me suffer loneliness and indifference again, Zhao Wennuan, tell me, who can not be crazy? Who can not be crazy!?"

Wen Nuan was taken aback, Song Ci's questioning made her speechless.

As a tasker, she will choose one of the male and female protagonists to complete the task. When Wen Nuan first came to this world, the male protagonist had not transferred to the third experimental middle school from other places, and her identity was easier and more convenient to approach the female protagonist Song Ci. , so Nuan Nuan focused on the heroine.

In order to better complete the task, Wen Nuan took the initiative to contact Song Ci, established a good relationship with her, and became a best friend with her, and in order to let the heroine appear in front of the hero safely, Wen Nuan acted as a flower protector The emissary, protected Song Ci under his own wings, and declared that Song Ci was her, and forbade others to bully her.

Moreover, in order to prevent Song Ci from falling in love with others before meeting the male lead, Nuan Nuan rejected all the boys who showed kindness to Song Ci, and tried her best to make the two fall in love at first sight when the male lead appeared, and then she was doing something small Stimulate and match up the hero and heroine, and after she finishes everything, Nuannuan will retire and leave this world.

Because in her cognition, the hero and heroine will promote the emotional process of the two because of her confession, so that they can discover each other's heart and be together happily.

The system listened to Song Ci's words, and said: [Host, we seem to be doing bad things with good intentions again. 】

Nuan Nuan looked at Song Ci's reddened eyes, she held on to the teardrops in her eyes, trying not to let them fall.

Her lips moved and she sighed, "...I'm sorry."

At this moment, Nuan Nuan seems to have nothing else to say except sorry.

Song Ci's eyelids trembled, tears fell silently, and her voice trembled, "Aside from being sorry, what else can you say?"

Ever since Zhao Wennuan came back, she had heard enough, was tired of hearing, and was tired of hearing every word of sorry from her.

Wen Nuan opened his mouth and was silent for a moment, "...I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to cause you such great harm."

Such a weak excuse.

Song Ci gave her a deep look, with a trace of pain in his eyes, "Zhao Wennuan, have you ever thought about me during this year abroad? Have you ever thought about contacting me? Have you ever thought about talking to me? Is it okay to talk or... send a video?"

There was an obvious begging in her tone, "...even just once?"

Nuan frowned, pursed her lips and remained silent.

She had already left at that time, why would she want to contact Song Ci?

Seeing that she was silent, Song Ci smiled wryly, and said mockingly, "Yes, why did you miss me? If you did, why would you come back at this time?"

"Zhao Wennuan, compared to your name, you are much colder." She looked at Wennuan with complicated eyes, love and hate intertwined, and there was pain and despair that could not be concealed in her eyes.

Nuannuan looked at Song Ci who was already in tears, and a trace of bitterness began to flood in his heart.

She wanted to wipe away Song Ci's tears, but when she thought of You Jiayi, the hand that had just been raised was slowly put down again.

"Song Ci, I...I have always regarded you as my best friend."

After all, in this world, she and Song Ci are really inseparable friends.

"But I don't want to be your friend, Zhao Wennuan, don't you understand? I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to!" Song Ci stepped forward and hugged Wennuan violently.

Her eyes were dim, and she begged bitterly: "Please, I beg you, no matter what you ask me to do? I just want to be with you, don't push me to other people, okay?"

The fingers hanging by the side curled up, Wen Nuan closed his eyes, and pulled Song Ci away fiercely.

"...I'm sorry." She looked at Song Ci who was sobbing, and raised her hand to her face, "Hit me, maybe you will feel better that way."

Song Ci bowed his head in silence, his eyes gradually became sad and indifferent.

She put down her hands and feebly took off her warm coat, not caring at all that the damaged clothes inside had exposed more of her skin.

"Thank you for sending me back today," she handed over the coat with indifferent eyes, "I'll return it to you."

Nuan raised her head, and was about to take the coat when her eyes fell on Song Ci's bare skin, her eyes froze.

She grabbed Song Ci's wrist violently, pulled her over, looked at the scar on her chest, and said in shock, "This is...why do you have this scar?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Song Ci's eyes, "What?"

"How did you get this scar?" Wen Nuan asked urgently.

"It's been there for a long time, maybe it's a birthmark." Song Ci said lightly.

birthmark?

Impossible, she is too familiar with this scar.

The length is about 4cm, and the shape is similar to the wound of a long sword. It looks hideous, but the touch is smooth and soft, as if it was born.

"No! It can't be a birthmark!" Nuan Nuan grabbed his collar tightly, stared at Song Ci intently, and said loudly, "Tell me, how did this happen? How did you get it?"

Pretty much the same.

Same place, same shape, same touch.

Song Ci raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What? Is this scar important to you?"

She glanced at her chest and said with a sneering tone, "Or, the person you like in your heart also has...the same scars as me?"

Wen Nuan's fingers trembled slightly, his fingertips turned white, and his pupils were filled with astonishment.

Song Ci smiled lightly: "It seems that I guessed right, the person you like also has a scar on his chest, that's why you are so surprised, right?"

Warm pupils trembled.

Song Ci was right, the scar on her chest was exactly the same as You Jiayi's.

"So..." Song Ci touched the scar on his chest with an ambiguous tone.

She stood on tiptoe, with undisguised hysteria flashing in her eyes, she approached her warm lips, and said almost coaxingly: "Since you like this scar, why don't I give it to you, whether it's a substitute or a lover, As long as you are with me, I can do whatever I want, okay?"

As long as she can get Zhao Nuannuan, she won't be able to use any dirty tricks.

It must be a crooked way to go up and down. She has been a bad person since she was a child, otherwise why no one wants her to love her and love her?

That being the case, then she can only rely on herself to fight for everything she wants, even if she uses any means, even if the world pokes her spine and scolds her.

But it doesn't matter, she only wants Zhao Nuannuan!

Wen Nuan was still obsessed with thinking about why this scar was so similar to You Jiayi's, and after thinking about it, she realized that Song Ci was similar to You Jiayi in many ways.

Both of them like to eat sweets, their stomachs are bad, and they can't drink carbonated drinks, otherwise they will be belching and flatulent all the time.

The dysmenorrhea was so severe that he would lose consciousness, and even the appearance of crying was inexplicably similar.

Even the scar on the chest is exactly the same.

This is simply miraculous.

Song Ci lowered his eyes, looking at the warm and rosy lips, she did not respond to her, nor refused her.

She hugged her warm waist tentatively, and kissed her soft lips.

At that moment, both of them felt a strange tremor at the same time, like a beating heart suddenly stuck in the air.

My heart skipped half a beat, excited and frightened.

Nuan Nuan raised her head back, parted her lips, and looked at Song Ci with shining eyes.

At this moment, even her emotional appearance is very similar to You Jiayi.

Song Ci's thin lips parted slightly, and the water in his eyes sparkled, "Warm...?"

Wen Nuan touched the beating heart in his chest, and his brain was like a paste.

She threw the coat to Song Ci, took a deep look at her, turned and left.

The tenderness in the eyes slowly faded away, replaced by indifference and paranoia.

Song Ci touched his lips and licked them nostalgically,

She called softly: "Zhao Wennuan, you also have feelings, right?"

The author has something to say: Warmth: Nonsense, I feel so old!