Chapter 213

Now business here is booming, I can't keep up; although the shop only opens three days a week, it supports many workers who follow Su Mian, and most of them have been carried to fly by Su Mian in the game.

According to Su Mian, she trusts more those who have experienced life and death together in the game.

Everyone wants to see the Script Murder Game designed by that legendary big shot who used to have the Arbitration Group handle every DM and carry to fly countless people; some walk in laughing and leave crying.

Some are moved to tears, others are touched; some of these emotional scripts, though not as popular, make customers addicted after one play, immersing them.

Many have heard that emotional scripts are basically written by the boss's lover.

……

When Qiao Yinuo thought back to what Su Mian had told her—come work here as a shop assistant, she'd pay a sky‑high salary, and every day she could see many handsome guys.

The first half is true, the second half is basically just coaxing a ghost.

She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion, looking at that photo wall; in the center was a white frame holding a clean white feather.

That's also nice, she thought; at least everyone is happy.

As for those two lovers whom countless people have mythologized, they are currently watching the aurora in an instance of a game in the Inner World.

The two directly seized the small bunker of the old polar person in an overbearing way; the bonfire was the only warm color here, crackling, sparks leaping upward, but before they could rise high they were swallowed by the cold air.

The bunker's window frames were covered in frost, frost flowers layered upon layer, etching the glass into frosted glass.

The light from outside, once it came in, lost its sharp edges, becoming soft and hazy, spreading a small sheet of flowing color at their feet.

Si Shi brought her into his embrace, the wool blanket rustled.

How to put it, Su Mian recalled her first trip with Si Shi—it wasn't in an instance, but to his hometown in his real‑world identity, i. e., going abroad.

After hanging up that call, Su Mian started packing her luggage; actually there wasn't much to pack, just a few changes of clothes and toiletries.

She was never the type to lug a lot of stuff when going out, because she never travels.

Si Shi knew the cause of her altitude sickness, so those few nights he stayed up making contingency plans for various emergencies, and also obtained her allergy history, a medical kit, and various salves.

From anti-allergy medicine and vitamin C to disposable toilet seat covers and disinfectant wipes, Si Shi's property there was countless; he took photos and sent them to her so she could pick a place to live, then had people come over to clean and disinfect.

Su Mian laughed and cried, saying there was no need for all this, anyway she wouldn't die.

When she said that, Si Shi's face darkened; he 'lectured' her, making sure she couldn't say such negative things again, and gave her a sports wristband so that whether she was emotionally agitated or facing an emergency, he could see it on his phone.

As for what he used that wristband for, never mind.

Once she forgot to take off the watch, afterward Si Shi actually used the heart‑rate data from the wristband to analyze which position was most comfortable for her and when she felt best; Su Mian almost got emotionally agitated again and wanted to smash his phone.

As she came to, the outside suddenly flashed bright for a moment, an aurora tearing open the night curtain.

This time it was vast swaths of purple, the purple revealing rose‑colored hues, the rose edges trimmed with an extremely pale green; the light curtain hung low, wind seeping through the bunker's cracks, making a whooping sound, carrying the sweet‑sour scent of snow particles.

The little snake's tail hooked around her waist, playing with her fingers, 'Are you cold?'

Su Mian shook her head and suddenly asked a baffling question: 'You've already seen countless scenes in the Script World; won't traveling be boring for you?'

Si Shi looked at her amusedly, tapped her forehead, and said, 'This sentence applies to you as well, Mian Mian.'

'You're not interested in anything; won't traveling be boring for you?'

Su Mian stared, realizing she had never thought about this question, because anything she did with Si Shi felt fresh to her—traveling, cooking, writing scripts, walking the dog, strolling the streets, playing games.

Things Su Mian used to scorn doing have all become her daily routine; she can even sit on the balcony with Si Shi doing nothing, just watching the scenery outside.

Sometimes it's rainy, sometimes sunny.

At first she didn't understand why Si Shi, upon coming to the human world, would be curious about everything and interested in everything.

Later she realized it was because this is her world, the place she lives, so he is so enthusiastic and vigorous.

The aurora flowed, she gazed at it intermittently, and finally she spoke, 'Because… you're here.'

'What did you say?'

She heard the smile in Si Shi's voice, instantly knowing he was teasing her; Su Mian gave him a speechless stare.

When she could no longer resist sleepiness, she rested her head on his tail, murmuring, repeating that sentence, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Si Shi stared at the girl for a long time, then finally kissed her forehead.

'Me too.'

After two days, Su Mian and Si Shi received an urgent message from the old man of Zi hour.

"Oh dear, those intern DMs are really unreliable, crashed by a batch of bug‑exploiting high‑level players in several worlds; I know you don't want to come back, and I've hit a sore spot, but… this old man still hopes you'll occasionally come to save the scene."

Listening to his voice, I felt the person was much more exhausted; although this old man is usually unpleasant, after all he counts as Si Shi's lifesaver.

He had long since emerged from the shadow of losing Su Mian; even during that period, Su Mian knew he was a bit insecure, trailing after her like a little tail every day.

Sometimes she called him Si Shi gege, sometimes A Si, sometimes dear, or Little Snake Treasure; he was coaxed into being a bit lost, even voluntarily inviting her to drink together and bathe together.

Later she found out it was Qiao Yinuo's idea, beautifully named 'lure therapy'.

……

Going to help out isn't a problem; it's just… he doesn't want to be separated from Su Mian.

Thus Si Shi looked at Su Mian, quietly told the little alien that had come to communicate something, then let it fly away.

A certain instance that had lain dormant for a long time just woke up; all the players opened their eyes, looked at each other, and their gazes held no unfamiliarity.

Although the Rule has changed, the Script World still has many bugs, as exemplified by these three companions.

No one knows what method they used, but they can always team up, discuss who to vote out each game, violate the Rule by 'clumping', rack up enough points and then slack off, completely uncaring about who the Murderer is.

"Just this?" Dao Ge received the Script, spat his smoke on the ground, ground it out with his shoe sole, and said, "The 70s‑80s décor style, the plot is this thin—doesn't it just need a hand to do it?"

"Speed run, speed run, hurry up and finish to get the points." Shou Zi sitting nearby yawned, "What difficulty could this broken instance have? Probably just another pretend‑play script for kids."