The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Siyang opened his eyes.

In front of me is a virtual screen that I haven't seen for a long time.

He stared at the screen to relax for a while, then raised his hand and dragged the virtual screen to check the progress of the current collection task.

Seeing that the collection quota had been reached, he raised his hand to close the taskbar.

Just as he was about to log out, he suddenly saw the number of people online in the lower right corner - 2.

Sang Huaiqi has not logged out of the system yet.

Wait for a while and see that the number of people online has not changed.

Shen Siyang withdrew his hand that was about to land on the logout button.

He seemed to be connected to the master control center.

The surrounding area darkened for a moment, followed by multiple light screens appearing in the void.

Large and small light screens respectively freeze all the worlds that the two experienced.

At the bottom of each light screen, the data display of the current tear collection situation in the world is marked.

Sang Huaiqi stood in the center of the light screens, raising his hand to caress the data at the bottom of the light screens.

Shen Siyang approached and heard him whispering softly.

"Why did you shed so many tears?"

Shen Siyang saw that his fingertips were pasted on the data strip signed "Shen Siyang", and looked up at the data strip signed "Sang Huaiqi".

For the data strip signed "Sang Huaiqi", the amount of tears collected in each world is significantly higher, but Sang Huaiqi just stared at Shen Siyang's data as if he couldn't see it.

Seeing this, Shen Siyang said behind him: "Obviously in every world, your tears collect more."

The person staring at the light screen paused, then slowly turned to face Shen Siyang.

Looking down at the person close at hand under the light screen, he raised his hand and caressed Shen Siyang's cheek: "At first we agreed to take only my tears as samples."

Shen Siyang looked up at Sang Huaiqi quietly.

Seeing that Shen Siyang was silent, Sang Huaiqi leaned over slightly and hugged him into his arms, stroking his back: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Siyang turned his face slightly, looked at the silhouette of Sang Huaiqi who was close at hand, and asked instead: "What about you? Do you hurt?"

"After each world is over, I can withdraw and return to the main control center. There is a relaxation time, but you are always..."

"I'm not talking about virtual worlds."

Shen Siyang interrupted Sang Huaiqi.

He slightly withdrew from Sang Huaiqi's embrace, raised his head and looked at Sang Huaiqi.

The face under the light screen has faded from youthfulness, and it is already an adult.

The six years that took time to transform from a cocoon to a butterfly are what Shen Siyang lacked, and he failed to watch him transform for six years.

Shen Siyang raised his hand, and his fingertips slowly swept across Sang Huaiqi's eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, it stopped at Sang Huaiqi's lips, he raised his eyes, and spoke again.

"I'm asking you all these years, did it hurt, Mr. Q?"

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"Siyang, open the work mailbox on my computer and find the email "Holographic Immersion Tournament" that my manager copied me last Friday."

As soon as Shen Siyang walked to the location where the projection was played and sat down, he heard Team Leader Wu's voice coming from the front.

He nodded, found the work mailbox on the desktop, and filtered out emails based on time and sender.

Seeing that there were two eligible emails, he raised his head and was about to ask Team Leader Wu out loud, when the person in front just picked up a phone call.

It was supposed to be an important phone call, Team Leader Wu picked it up and walked out.

When walking out, his eyes glanced at Shen Siyang, he raised his finger and pointed to the projection screen, signaling Shen Siyang to continue.

Shen Siyang had no choice but to look away and glance at the two emails each.

The titles of both emails are very distinctive.

One is the email for the third prize of this competition, and the other is the email for the special prize of this competition.

Shen Siyang's group is mainly newcomers.

According to the regular resource allocation, their group will be assigned to the project of the third-class work with the highest probability.

Thinking of this, Shen Siyang opened the email for the third prize in the contest.

The moment Shen Siyang saw the title of the built-in file in the email, Shen Siyang was slightly taken aback.

"Demons and Angels"

As well-known image characters, the probability of demons and angels appearing in the game can be said to be very high.

Shen Siyang has come into contact with many similar characters since he worked, but the moment he saw these words, the first thing that flashed in his mind was the digital game he couldn't pass in his childhood.

I used to have a deep memory because of the resentment that I couldn't pass the level when I was a child.

Now the memory is deep...

He lowered his eyes and flicked across the computer with his fingertips.

Clearly many years have passed, but every time I think about it, I always feel as if it was just yesterday.

There is a cool breeze in the mountains in the early morning.

The faint scent of jasmine blossoms in the air after the rain.

Households who have difficulty getting up all the year round are urged by [-] alarms to sit up from the bed with difficulty.

After trying so hard to open his eyelids, he saw an angel-like person standing beside the bed.

The sunlight was pouring just right on the slender and handsome young man.

The boy in white and black pants stood quietly beside the bed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Shen Siyang looked at the man and blinked, then fell back on the bed with a "bang".

"Sure enough, I was still in my dream, and I saw angels."

He rolled up the quilt and muttered: "I can still sleep, the time in the dream is not accurate, it must not be there yet, maybe it's only five o'clock in the morning."

The person beside the bed was stunned for a moment by his sudden action.

After a while, he realized that there was a faint smile in his dark eyes.

He reminded him aloud: "It's almost eight o'clock, and it's time for your classmate to come to you if you sleep again."

The person on the bed was silent for half a minute before sitting up from the bed again.

The sleepy bug ran away a little, and the memory came back a little.

The torrential rain the night before had soaked the bed in Sang Huaiqi's room, so he asked Sang Huaiqi to sleep in his room last night.

Shen Siyang rubbed his eyes sleepily, and asked Sang Huaiqi out loud, "What time did you wake up?"

Sang Huaiqi responded warmly: "06:30."

Shen Siyang was full of surprise: "Is it usually this early?"

Sang Huaiqi nodded.

"It's amazing." The face of the household who has trouble getting up all year round is full of envy.

He looked listlessly to touch the mobile phone beside the bed, but he didn't find the mobile phone, instead he found the digital game console he played last night.

Just as I was about to put the digital game console back, I suddenly scanned the digital screen and was playing an animation.

He was startled: "What is this? Customs clearance animation?"

On the digital screen, the angel took the little boy down from the towering tree time and time again, took the little boy to fly over thousands of mountains and rivers, and tasted the candy clouds.

Shen Siyang watched it several times and confirmed that the angel in the animation was the protagonist of the game he played last night.

He rubbed his face in bewilderment: "I remember I didn't clear the level before going to bed last night, right?"

Thinking of some possibility, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the person standing by the bed.

"You helped me get through the customs?"

The teenager in the sun is smiling.

The wind was blowing in through the open window.

The wind blew the hair around Shen Siyang's ears, and the hair scratched the pinnae itchy.

Shen Siyang raised his hand and rubbed it.

His chest suddenly itched slightly as if he was joining in the fun.

He lowered his hand and tugged at the neckline: "Did it take a lot of time?"

Sang Huaiqi responded warmly: "It's okay."

Shen Siyang looked up at him, and asked again, "Why help me pass the level?"

The person beside the bed blinked lightly: "You said that when you were a child, you really wanted to clear this game."

Shen Siyang didn't react for a while, and said "ah?" in a daze.

After looking at each other briefly, Sang Huaiqi changed his answer when he spoke again: "The game is very fun, and you will be fascinated after playing it."

However, Shen Siyang reacted slowly and recalled the last answer.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

No matter how much time has passed since then, this scene has always been fresh.

morning sun.

The breeze in the mountains.

The scent of jasmine in the air.

A digital game console with flashing animations in the palm of your hand.

The right time, the right place and the harmony of people captured the gentle silhouette of a 17-year-old boy.

It came into Shen Siyang's mind and never faded away.

The author says:

In fact, it's okay to separate this period of time, it's not pure sour, sweet and sour