Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 145

The voice was gone, like a phone call that was dialed wrongly and hung up immediately, making it seem like it was just an illusion.

Xiaochi Chi looked around in surprise: “Mr. Six, did you hear something?”

061 asked rhetorically, “What?”

…… only hear yourself?

Is it really a hallucination?

Xiaochi Chi thought the voice just now sounded very familiar.

Although I couldn’t remember who the voice belonged to for a while, Xiaochi Chi’s continued depressed mood was slightly relieved by this little accident.

He simply stretched out his arms and legs, and rolled over on the back of the panther with abandon, teasing its nose and silver whiskers with his fingers.

The panther crouched down, faithfully carrying his master, while turning his face sideways, his barbed tongue licking his gun-calloused fingers.

Xiaochi Chi feels much better after hugging her furry boss from behind.

After adjusting his mind, he said to 061: “Six teachers, next, I plan to take Qiuyun Ding’s team ……”

“…… boo.”

To his surprise, the ever-gentlemanly 061 interrupted him decisively.

“Don’t think about anything. Don’t do anything.” 061 said, “Close your eyes, get some rest, and at least for tonight stop being Qiuyun Ding and be Xiaochi Chi.”

…… to be back to Ying Lou’s Xiaochi Chi , can you.

Hearing these words, Xiaochi Chi’s heart seemed to stop for a moment, and the moist heat and slight itch of the leopard’s fingertips became clear and palpable.

He wrapped his arms around Panther’s neck a little helplessly, hiding his inner turmoil with a smile, “Teacher Six, you’re too skilled at attracting butterflies, that’s not good.”

061 chuckled lightly, “Really.”

He did not move, allowing the butterfly he had invited to lie on his body.

Xiaochi Chi reminded him, but also reminded himself, “Isn’t there someone waiting for you to return.”

061 Opened his mouth.

He wanted to say I’ve waited, wanted to say the person I’m waiting for is now on my back, I can take you anywhere you want to go and walk you to the sunrise.

But restricted by the confidentiality system, he couldn’t say a word.

Xiaochi Chi misunderstood his silence, while reaching out to recklessly tease the boss’s chin, while gently drawing a line with 061: “Don’t dare let that person hear, or I’ll be guilty of a big …… hiss!”

The leopard took his flourishing hand into his mouth and bit down with a not-so-gentle awwww bite.

At the same time, he heard 061’s voice, clear, warm, and a little helpless: “Your greatest sin is disobedience.”

Xiaochi Chi’s hand was bitten to the numbness, and the voice plucked the heartstrings, the wrist and half of the face were numb and crispy.

This tone is somewhat unfamiliar to Xiaochi Chi, yet surprisingly familiar.

He was suddenly a little panicked, the suspicion that he had deliberately ignored for so long rekindled in his mind, calling Xiaochi Chi’s whole body tense.

“Dare to bite me?” Xiaochi Chi patted the back of her boss’s neck and half-threatened, “Daddy doesn’t want you.”

When he said that, he was going to get up and speed up his pace, intending to go downstairs to calm down and cool off.

Xiaochi Chi didn’t have time to react and was thrown to the ground.

A mouthful of sharp teeth held the garment behind his shoulders and turned him over vigorously.

This is a common technique used by leopards to hunt for food.

But before Xiaochi Chi had time to panic, his boss had him pinned down and quietly crouched between the nooks of his neck, no longer moving.

The cold wind blowing through the high platform, the whistling cold wind to the air emitting sandy cold air re-cleaned, inhaled into the lungs, only to make people more and more clear-headed.

The excessive heat of the beast’s body scalded Xiaochi Chi, and within every muscle that pressed against him, slightly open and closed, lay a raw, wild and terrifying power.

But it meekly surrendered this power in an effort to disguise itself as a harmless blanket.

Xiaochi Chi guessed the owner’s mind and thought, probably because he was frightened by his sudden need to leave after being bitten.

Most animals are extra sensitive to being abandoned, and Xiaochi Chi knew he had done something wrong, so he softened his tone, hugged the black panther’s ear against his shoulder like a dog, and rubbed it gently: “Okay, I want you, I want you.”

The leopard lifted its eyes to look at him, a very beautiful watery mist in its gray-blue eyes, and its tail flicked around Xiaochi Chi’s calf, eventually wrapping around his ankle.

Xiaochi Chi was so pestered by it that he had no choice but to coax him, “I won’t leave.”

The leopard’s mood cheered up and he bit the end of Xiaochi Chi’s scarf, tightening it for him, which had come loose.

The dark post is different from the open post, hidden in the dark, so you can not make a fire, usually with automatically heated marching blanket, so as not to cool down in the middle of the night, freezing the body.

Xiaochi Chi rustled into the warm blanket, his ears listening to the team talking from downstairs, but his mind thinking about what 061 had said to him.

…… too tired tonight, don’t do Qiuyun Ding anymore.

…… Rest well.

061 As if he could understand what was on his mind, he said gently, “Go to sleep, the boss and I will keep watch for you.”

The boss also rubbed him with understanding and squatted down beside him.

The words and actions of 061 and the boss are too synchronized, which has to make Xiaochi Chi suspicious.

But he reassured himself, as he had done in the past, how it was possible.

061 is 061, it can never be Lou.

If not, wouldn’t he have seen all of his scheming, scheming, and those despicable deeds these days?

He wrapped his little blanket tighter around him and said to himself in a pretend relaxed voice, “There’s no point in being Xiaochi Chi, it’s not like it’s any good.”

061 returned gently, ” Xiaochi Chi is very good. Don’t you talk about him like that.”

Xiaochi Chi froze again.

He thought, he is a system, a small mouth blazing with the property sales, there is no reason.

He shrank under the blanket, covering his reddened ears and eyes, a heart was really quiet, followed by a mountain of tiredness.

As he slept, he dreamed of the past once again.

This time the dream is a bit messy, but the main character, as always, is still the same warm, raw light.

When Xiaochi Chi was in the fifth grade, arcade machines and red and white machines were all the rage among elementary and middle school students.

Ying Lou received a broken set of second-hand red and white machines, and after turning them into magic, she moved them into her room and has been inviting Xiaochi Chi over to play ever since.

The original owner of that used red and white machine was a naked middle-aged man, because he put little stickers all over the front and back of that red and white machine.

In Xiaochi Chi’s view at that time, the small sticker was a monster with a goat’s head.

He asked Ying Lou, “What is this?”

Ying Lou replied, “Satan. A monster in the West.”

Xiaochi Chi let out an oh, “I thought it was Yang Li Tai Sin.”

Ying Lou laughed and stroked Xiaochi Chi’s head: “You, you have all kinds of strange things in your head.”

Xiaochi Chi sweet-talking, hugging the handle curtly: “It’s all Lou, there’s no one else.”

Ying Lou pinched his face, Xiaochi Chi tilted his face and obediently let him pinch.

After the brother and sister had enough, Ying Lou put the FC game cassette he bought into the machine and took Xiaochi Chi to play with him.

In the dream, Xiaochi Chi’s eyes were blurred with a blur of light and shadow, and the only thing that was clear was the slightly warm touch of the joystick and the mechanical clacking sound of the plastic buttons as they popped up and down.

They played racing for a while, and Xiaochi Chi always lost.

But Xiaochi Chi is very stubborn, clicking the arrow keys, staring at the screen, with his mouth slightly open and a serious face.

I don’t know from which set, Ying Lou started to lose, and the win-loss ratio gradually equalized with Xiaochi Chi, in a 50-50 situation.

Xiaochi Chi’s little tail tilted up in triumph: “Lou, you can’t.”

Ying Lou shrugged off the handle and said, “No feel.”

Xiaochi Chi : “Making excuses.”

Ying Lou : “I’ll beat you in the next game.”

Ying Lou loses the next game, of course.

Xiaochi Chi and he fought back and forth with great taste.

Later, they played the strategy game Red Fortress together.

In this game, Ying Lou is even more of a novice, especially after the third level, when his character is always killed before Xiaochi Chi.

Xiaochi Chi was clearing the soldier line when he occasionally turned his head and noticed that Ying Lou was gone, so he laughed at him, “Lou, you’re dead again.”

Ying Lou said, “I’m not familiar with the game yet.”

Xiaochi Chi : “Making excuses again.”

Although often within half a minute of laughing at Ying Lou, Xiaochi Chi manned the jeep that was bound to get blown up, he still felt proud of himself.

After a long time, Xiaochi Chi felt that his level of red and white machine is also considered middle of the road.

So one weekend, he gladly accepted an invitation from some classmates to play red and white machines at their homes.

That was the first time Xiaochi Chi saw what it means to be a strong person.

Xiaochi Chi, who had been bloodily abused, felt that the outside world was simply horrible until she returned to the silo and saw Ying Lou, who was doing her homework in the shadow of the light from the first floor window, and felt like she had seen her family.

Xiaochi Chi knocked on Lou’s door and jumped into Ying Lou’s arms.

He commiserated, “Brother Lou, you’re still the best.”

The half-grown teenager was held a little confused, looking down at the child in his arms, first touching his head to coax it, before asking about the original story.

Xiaochi Chi disgustedly said the cause and effect of the matter, the whole person wilted: “I sucked.”

Ying Lou couldn’t help but reassure him, “You’re fine, don’t talk about yourself like that. ”

Xiaochi Chi changed his words, “I’m too new at this.”

“I dish it out, too.”

Xiaochi Chi thought about it and felt comforted by it.

He made up his mind to stick close to Lou in the future, and he went on with a long day of dishes.

A small rookie looking for, found another small rookie, they are excited and he huddled together, thinking they are warming each other, but did not see a wing is protecting his head, for him to block how much virtual gunfire.

Later, they then formed a two-player game of Red Fortress, always a life pass.

At first, Xiaochi Chi thought that his skills had improved as much as Ying Lou’s.

Until one day long after Ying Lou left, he reopened the old red and white machine, pushed the old “Red Fortress” cassette into the slot and selected the single player mode.

He then realized that without his teammates, he couldn’t even get past the first level.

Xiaochi Chi realized that at that time, Ying Lou was not lying.

They couldn’t get past the third level because Ying Lou was not familiar with the game.

After familiarizing himself with the game, he will be able to more skillfully clear NPCs coming from all directions for Xiaochi Chi, who is running straight ahead, without being hit by stray bullets before he is pinned down.

When she played with Xiaochi Chi, Ying Lou played a two-player game and reassured Xiaochi Chi: “You’re not bad at all. Even if everyone else says so, at least you have me to keep you company.”

After this, Xiaochi Chi did not change his style in the game, still rampant, and killed a bloody road in his game of life, all the way to the crown, until the peak, his original mediocre life played out early happy ending.

But no one knows how much he misses the two-player mode, misses the teenager who made every effort to disguise himself as a rookie so that he could take him through the game with him who loves to play.

He wakes up to the electronic music at the end of the game.

The leopard remained curled up at his feet, warming his feet, and after he opened his eyes, the early morning sunlight pierced through the sunken misty clouds like a gorse, casting a smoky haze of red-gold.

He was fortunate to see a brilliant and magnificent sunrise in the post-apocalyptic world, a momentary daze, thinking he was on the second floor of his childhood silo, dazed and confused when he opened his eyes, the window sash glued with newspaper half-open and half-hidden, through it, you can see the gold-stained fish-scaled clouds.

Lou was downstairs, at a distance he could reach with a lift of his leg.

In between, Xiaochi Chi heard a gentle greeting in her ear, “Good morning.”