To Musashi, his sister was the only person he could rely on.
She did not have parents, or rather, she did not need parents in her family.
She, and then, her sister. Their family was simple and pure. They didn't have to work hard for their lives, and they wouldn't hurt others because of the rebellious period.
From the moment Musashi opened his eyes and gained consciousness, she already knew her identity. She was the Sea Mist, an intelligent life form independent of humans.
And so did her sister. The two of them lived in a strange city (at least for Musashi, who had just opened his eyes to understand this world).
Her sister didn't let her stay at home like the " abandoned house " that humans called her. Instead, she sent her to the nearest and best high school in the city.
To the sea fog, their learning was convenient and efficient.
He didn't need to repeat the questions like humans and think over and over again to grasp the knowledge points. He only needed to read everything that should be available once, and that was enough. When the rest saw similar questions, they would automatically compare them with the database, substitute them into the formula, and calculate.
It felt like a supercomputer, but in fact, there was no difference.
The only difference was that the sea fog had its own thoughts and had the ability to attack in real life. It had the ability to choose and judge on its own, instead of making a standard computer answer based on a certain program.
Besides Yamato, Musashi was also the first to possess the sea fog named 'emotion'.
She had seen many new things in her life with humans. It could be confessions of the opposite sex due to the restlessness of puberty and excessive secretion of hormones, or it could be close to the same sex due to jealousy, envy, and rarely kindness.
Musashi had seen and read a lot. He had learned a lot about the emotions unique to " humans " from books, classes, and students 'conversations. He also understood that " emotions " were the greatest double-edged sword.
Some people could use it to create impossible possibilities, while others would destroy their former glory because of it.
However, from the beginning to the end, Musashi had never shown any human-like feelings towards those of the same sex or opposite sex who took the initiative to approach her. From the very beginning, she had been observing from an observation point of view.
In her eyes, humans were much more interesting than digitized knowledge.
There were many confessions to her, at least twenty of them in her three years of high school, but she chose to reject or ignore them all.
There were also many girls who thought she was very arrogant and blocked her way more than ten times after school, but they were all dismissed by her without exception. Here, the word " send " was literally used to describe the situation. It was a person who knocked out everyone on the opposite side and left the school without saying a word. There were no harsh words or flirtatious words like how a young girl's school uniform looked especially brilliant under the setting sun. There was only a one-sided beating.
In the eyes of many boys, that group of girls was particularly powerful (mainly because they hit the most important parts of the body when they fought, and the boys could not withstand it), or more accurately, the particularly shrew-like delinquent girls fell before they could even touch the corner of Musashi's clothes.
There was also a boy who thought he was Chen Haonan, the second generation of the young and dangerous gang (in fact, that boy was indeed called Chen Haonan, but it was not the one from Castles Bay) who went to block Musashi. The reason was simple. He liked Musashi and wanted Musashi to be his girlfriend. Then, the ending was as expected.
Yes, it was as expected. He was beaten up badly, and the few hooligans he called over were also beaten up.
Just like before, they didn't even manage to touch the corner of Musashi's clothes before they were one-sidedly killed.
Musashi's life was not affected at all. If he had to say it, many male gods who had been looking at him with burning eyes no longer tried to create so-called coincidences. The girls who were eyeing him covetously also restrained their temper and basically did not meet him.
The days passed quickly.
Musashi's grades were very good, and she would answer the teacher's questions when he asked her. However, she never took the initiative to answer questions, let alone greet anyone, even the teachers. This made many teachers feel at ease with her results, but also a little uncomfortable.
Therefore, Musashi became the most special person in the school. He was respected or feared by everyone, but he was deliberately or unintentionally alienated by everyone.
However, the people involved did not care at all. She had never put any feelings other than observation into them, and she had never cared about their thoughts.
Her relationship with this high school was based on her sister's request. If her sister no longer requested it, she would not have gone to this school.
What about Musashi's sister?
Almost the complete opposite of Musashi, Yamato made many friends in university, and many of them were kind to her.
Compared to Musashi's " independence ", Yamato was much gentler. Not only did he get along well with his university classmates, but he also got along well with his seniors and juniors outside of his class. He even had his own fan club on the university Tieba.
Yes, a very strange but highly spontaneous organization.
There were many people who confessed to her in the same university, and there were even more people who had good intentions and feelings for her. The most important thing was that Yamato's charm was not limited to the opposite sex. It was completely alluring to both men and women. There were boys who confessed to her, and there were also girls who confessed to her. If she had not applied to the school not to live on campus, the place outside her dormitory might have been the place with the most scenes every month.
And those confessions were naturally rejected by Yamato.
Compared to his usual gentleness, Yamato was much more straightforward when he rejected the confession. It wasn't an ambiguous answer like " You're a good person " or " We can be friends ", but a direct answer like " I have someone I like ".
Every time the other party was puzzled and surprised, he would ask with 70% heartbreak and 30% curiosity,"Who is that person?"
Yamato's eyes would flash with the light of memories as he smiled and told her about her past with that person.
Over time, the saying that Yamato had someone he liked began to spread in the university.
When he was interviewed by the curious school radio station, Yamato did not hide anything and spoke quite frankly about 'that person'.
It was said that many people did not sleep on the day the broadcast was broadcast.
However, what was puzzling was that Yamato's fan club in Tieba didn't decrease in number because of this. Instead, its number increased.
According to the most widely circulated saying in the fan club: It was because he couldn't touch it that it was so dazzling.
The moment when the relationship between Musashi and his sister changed was the same day that the interview was broadcast.
*
Musashi could not care less about anyone, and he could hold an absolutely objective and fair position on any issue.
Perhaps Musashi himself did not want to admit that after interacting with humans, even though it was just the most basic greeting every day, she was still subtly changed. He was no longer like before. When he heard his sister say that she had someone she liked, he was at most curious. He didn't even have the most basic curiosity. He just felt that it was novel and that the word " someone he liked " was fashionable.
Musashi kept reminding himself that it was just a rumor and that she didn't need to care too much about it.
Unfortunately, the sea fog was like a human. It could deceive others more than it could deceive itself.
When the sun set and it was evening, it was time for dinner.
The dinner was very sumptuous. Steak, spaghetti, rye bread, and even two glasses of red wine.
After Musashi showed great interest in red wine, Yamato had repeatedly warned her not to drink before graduating from high school. In order to set a good example for herself, Yamato had even stored the bottle of red wine that he had always carried with him in a well-known wine cellar.
As for Yamato himself, he started to avoid drinking at all. Although the sea fog would not cause drunkenness due to alcohol, Yamato still did it.
Perhaps in the eyes of the person involved, she hoped that her sister could live like a normal person, rather than stubbornly sticking to the cold set of sea fog.
"How was school today?”
As usual, Yamato's face was filled with a gentle smile as he started the family's conversation at the dining table.
"As usual." Musashi raised his eyebrows and looked at Yamato. He hesitated." Did something good happen to Yamato?" Why are you smiling so happily?"
This was the first time Musashi had tested his sister.
"Nothing much, I just encountered some things that left a deep impression on me.”Yamato shook his head, his expression still gentle. She thought about it and did not hide anything. She openly confessed what she had encountered at school today." Today, our school's radio station came to interview me. The questions they asked were quite interesting.”
"Hmm?" Musashi tilted his head, looking very interested.
Although her heart was not as calm as she appeared on the surface, she still tried her best to restrain her thoughts that were about to jump out of her heart. She wanted to understand the truth under the premise of such restraint. At least that way, her opinion would be relatively more objective.
If Musashi's classmates could hear what she was thinking, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would have fallen to the ground. In their eyes, Musashi had never been in such a 'relatively speaking' state of ambiguity. She had always been one of them. Anyone could greet her, but no one could talk to her for more than three sentences. She was like a cultivator who was detached from the secular world. She did not care about anyone's affairs and did not socialize with others. He did not take the initiative to take on the trouble and treated everyone with indifference.
This was probably the case.
But now, the otherworldly fairy suddenly had an emotion that was completely opposite to her usual calm state of mind. This was very intriguing.
Musashi's emotions were complicated. He felt indignant that he had been deceived for no reason. Perhaps there were some hidden emotions that could not be described, but in short, she was no longer objectively detached from the secular world.
"They asked a lot of questions about me, and I answered them all. On the basis of being able to answer honestly, I answered everything.”Yamato paused for a moment. The gentleness in his eyes was different from the gentleness he showed when he looked at Musashi. That gentleness was more like the kind of gentleness that Musashi would occasionally see when the female lead looked at the male lead in a romance drama on TV. It made her very uncomfortable.
"Then…did they ask you who you like?”
Musashi couldn't help but ask the question that was stuck in his throat.
Perhaps she wanted to ask," Who is he?", but at this moment, what she had thought before was no longer important.
" Who is he?" and " Does he have someone he likes?" were the same questions, and they were the same for Musashi.
"I did." Yamato nodded and did not hide anything." I also answered that I have someone I like.”
"Then who is he? Why hadn't he appeared?”Musashi paused, her chest heaving violently. She was very emotional, at least at this moment, she did not want to hide it." When we lived together, why didn't he live with us?”
As if because of Musashi's overly agitated emotions, Yamato's mouth was slightly agape and she appeared to be in a daze. However, in the next second, she returned to her usual gentle sister and reached out to stroke Musashi's head. She explained gently," His name is Chen Luo. The reason why he hasn't appeared yet is because it hasn't been the right time for us to meet yet.”
"How is he?"
"Him? It's pretty good."
"What I mean is, what do you like about him?”
"Which part?" Yamato lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment. Then, he smiled and replied with an extremely serious expression," I like all of him. I like all of him.”
"Why?"
"Do you need a reason to like someone?”Yamato asked," Just like how I like you, do I need a reason?”
Musashi bit his lower lip, and an inexplicable flame boiled in his chest." Sister, can you forget him? It's enough for the two of us to live together. Can you just treat that person whom I have never met as dead?”
Yamato was slightly stunned. She knew very well why Musashi would have such thoughts. This was purely out of the possessiveness of his family.
It was just like how biological siblings never hoped that the other party would marry or become a husband at a certain stage. That kind of relationship was pure and beautiful.
If it was in the past, Yamato might have just nodded and brushed this question off. However, she was in a good mood today. She remembered her past with Chen Luo in the timeline that everyone had forgotten. Although that guy was not very good at coaxing people, he really gave her a sense of security.
"I'm sorry." Yamato shook his head." If the time comes and you can take care of yourself, I will stay by his side regardless of anything."”
"Even if I don't want you to leave?" Musashi's expression was indifferent.
Yamato nodded and replied with a heavy " hmm."
"..." Musashi lowered his head and lowered his eyes. After a long time, he said," I understand."”
Unlike in the past, when Musashi said these words, his voice had returned to the polite but distant tone he used in school.
Yamato opened her mouth to say something, but when she saw Musashi's stubborn and cold gaze, she swallowed her words of comfort.
After a moment of silence, the two of them continued to eat and even chatted.
However, both of them knew that the sisters who were so close to each other were no longer around. There was a gap in their relationship and a scar.
*
"In the end, I was the cause of the problem between Musashi and Yamato?”
Chen Luo rubbed the hair on his forehead, his expression indescribable.
Who would have thought that the real reason why the Navy Code could successfully bewitch Musashi was that Musashi and the fleet's flagship Yamato had formed an awkward estrangement? And the most important reason for this estrangement was not because of a disagreement over strategic direction, but because of a man.
Chen Luo's ability to take the blame without knowing was getting stronger and stronger. It was comparable to a magic-level weapon.
The person involved was really forced to take the blame in a completely unexpected way. Alright, if he had to say it, regardless of whether Chen Luo and Yamato could succeed or not, he had to take the blame, even if he didn't know about it. Of course, the biggest problem was that whether he was willing to take the blame or not, Musashi was stubborn. In other words, no matter what he thought, Musashi was still there.
It was a typical 'I don't want you to think, I want me to think.'
"What is this?"
Chen Luo sighed and turned to look at the electronic clock on the bedside table. The transparent glass screen showed that it was two in the morning.
He went to bed at eleven o'clock, which meant that the dream that was comparable to an AR seemed to be quite long, but in fact, it was only three hours. If he really counted the time he really fell asleep, it was less than three hours.
However, the information given by this strange 'dream' was much more important than the time that had passed on the surface.
At least Chen Luo understood two things.
First, why did Yamato reveal all that he knew when he talked about Musashi, and why did his eyes have an indescribable complex emotion? From Chen Luo's point of view, Yamato should have had a better answer to Musashi's question. If she had used the optimal solution, there would not have been a rift between her and Musashi.
However, it was not strange that Yamato would answer Chen Luo in such a way. He had already noticed some clues when there was only the two of them in the timeline. Yamato was a very easy-going girl, but when it came to some issues involving her principles, she was more sharp than ordinary people.
There was a saying that her personality was quite similar to the head maid who slept next to Chen Luo.
Secondly, what was the reason why the Navy Code could bewitch or persuade Musashi? There was an 80 to 90% chance that it was related to him. This could also be confirmed by the visit of Musashi on a rainy night the day before yesterday.
However, what puzzled Chen Luo was: Since Musashi had already infiltrated the school and even controlled the student council, why didn't she take some measures the day before yesterday?
For example, it was not difficult to use the school broadcast to call him to the Student Union meeting room that was filled with sea fog. On the contrary, it seemed very normal. Wasn't it natural for the president of the student council to find a new student to understand the situation? At most, Chen Luo's name was recorded in the small notebook of some fanatical fans of the student council president, who were a little paranoid. They were wondering when they would find an opportunity to knock this freshman down.
"This is very strange." Chen Luo rubbed his chin, got up, and took a coat from the coat rack to put on his body.
He planned to continue thinking about the problem in the living room.
The bed was comfortable, and there was a beautiful girl warming it. There was even the fragrance of her hair on the pillow, but Chen Luo knew his own business. If he continued to stay in bed and think about problems, he would probably not be able to sleep.
He liked to do some small actions when he was thinking about problems, accompanied by occasional mutterings. This wasn't his intention, but an unconscious action. It was a process of self-exploration and self-affirmation.
Just as he got out of bed and put on his clothes, Reputation, who was still breathing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Almost subconsciously, when Sheng Wang saw Chen Luo wearing a coat as if he was about to go out, he immediately pushed the blanket away from him, got out of bed, came to Chen Luo's side, and held his hand tightly.
She didn't give Chen Luo a chance to explain. Perhaps in the eyes of Shengwang, Chen Luo's action of opening her mouth was to convince her, so she said," Shengwang, if you want to go out, I have to go with you.”
Chen Luo looked embarrassed. What was going on? He had just put on his coat and was about to go to the living room to think about something. Why did it turn out that he was going out in the middle of the night when it came to prestige?
However, considering the good intentions of her reputation and her eyes that seemed to be silently complaining about her grievances, Chen Luo did not say anything. Or rather, even if he wanted to say something, he was defeated by those blue eyes.
Chen Luo reached out and touched Sheng Wang's head. He explained gently," I just couldn't sleep, so I decided to sit in the living room for a while.”
"You really didn't want to sneak out alone?”Perhaps it was because she had just woken up, but her sleepy eyes seemed a little childish. Compared to her usual mature and gentle image, she looked much cuter at this moment.
To make an analogy, the former was an intellectual mature woman, while the latter was a young girl who had graduated from high school.
Perhaps it was time to borrow the words of the male protagonist in a certain God's Domain: I'm very happy to be able to get to know a new side of her. This way, I'll be able to get to know a brand new her.
"I really didn't." Chen Luo nodded. He did not stop stroking her head. For some reason, he felt that his stroking of her head was more lethal than before.
Was it probably an illusion?
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Reputation asked again.
" No..." Before Chen Luo could say no, she stopped him with a look. He did not know if it was because of his touch on the head, but at the very least, the head maid in front of him had already left the state of a young girl and returned to the mature and steady secretary ship that was respected in the Guardian's Residence.
Chen Luo's Adam's apple moved, and he said an answer that could make the ship lady in front of him smile." Yes."”
His status in the family was clear (foggy). Anyway, he understood everything. With Chen Luo's personality of being satisfied with the life of the ship girl at home, it was easy to imagine how long he would live in the ship girl city in the future.
Probably love (fear?) Wife's husband.
However, when it came to the main and external issues, the ship ladies would definitely support his decision unconditionally, provided that he didn't take any risks and didn't joke around with his life.
"Then I'll go sit in the living room first." Chen Luo retracted his hand and pointed at the door." Put on your clothes before coming out. Although it's September, the temperature is still very low.”
Sheng Wang nodded, but the radar on the ship locked onto Chen Luo.
If her 'master' dared to lie to her, she would definitely chase him back in the shortest time possible and let him know what a good woman's anger was!
*
After leaving the bedroom, Chen Luo went to the kitchen. He filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove in the kitchen to boil it. He made two cups of hot black tea for himself and Sheng Wang before sitting down in the living room.
Just like what he had told Prestige, even though it was still September and the summer was not over yet, the coolness in the early hours of the morning was not much weaker than that of autumn. If he caught a cold because he wasn't paying attention, then the gains wouldn't be worth it.
She was not feeling well, and she had to trouble her cohabiting partner to take care of her.
Correspondingly, making hot tea was also because hot tea could bring warmth and help people resist the invisible coldness.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The slightly sweet tea poured into his mouth. Chen Luo's thoughts were temporarily brought back to the dream just now.
After figuring out the two most important things, what was left was the other options.
First, could that dream really be classified as a dream? In Chen Luo's experience, there were many lucid dreams, but all of them had one thing in common: He only knew the names of the people in the dream, but he didn't know their specific appearances. His brain gave him a name and then used that name to construct an image that made him think so. However, he couldn't remember the true appearance of the image after the name (or code name).
But this time, the appearance of the two images was very clear, even too clear.
It was probably the same feeling as what he saw with 4K resolution, which made him feel a little creepy when he thought about it.
He still remembered the warm feeling of the setting sun outside the window on the afternoon when Musashi and Yamato were estranged.
Could such a realistic experience be called a dream? Even adding the word 'sober' wasn't that appropriate.
Secondly, what was the prerequisite for all of this to happen? Did someone deliberately want him to see it, or was it a coincidence that it was triggered?
If he wanted him to see it on purpose, then Musashi…
Chen Luo's train of thought did not continue smoothly. He felt a warm body temperature on his shoulder and an itchy sensation on his neck. The disturbance from the external object made it impossible for him to continue with his clear train of thought.
Chen Luo's consciousness returned to reality. He turned around and looked at Wang Sheng, who was leaning his head on his shoulder. The expression on his face changed from helplessness in the bedroom to pity.
Perhaps it was because she was still sleepy, but Sheng Wang, who was leaning on his shoulder and wearing a thermal jacket, narrowed her eyes. Her breathing was even, and her beautiful blonde hair was draped around his neck.
All the ship ladies of Blue Wings had a habit: When they weren't supposed to be on duty at night, the quality and duration of their sleep were very important. Therefore, a situation would arise. If they woke up in the early hours of the morning, they would quickly fall asleep again, even if they were woken up and even put on their clothes.
However, if they were woken up halfway, they would not be as reliable as they were during the day. They would find a place as soft as possible to lie down, squint their eyes, and pause for a moment between being half-asleep and half-awake before continuing to sleep.
In the eyes of the ship ladies, there were three soft spots: The admiral's body, the sofa, and the bed.
Therefore, without a bed, Chen Luo's priority was the highest.
Speaking of which, it was quite complicated. With such a fleet, the ship ladies would prioritize everything, from the strategic deployment of the battle to the distribution of supplies in their daily lives. They would even subconsciously choose to stay by your side in the middle of the night.
This could probably be considered a happy worry.
Chen Luo thought for a moment and reached out to gently hold Sheng Wang's shoulders, shifting her from leaning on his shoulder to leaning on his thigh.
He then pulled the thin blanket that he had subconsciously placed on the sofa yesterday and draped it over her.
It was funny. If he didn't insist on coming to the living room to think about the problem, he would be in the same state now, like a human pillow. The only difference was that Reputation would hug him like an octopus on the bed, making him unable to move half of his body. On the sofa in the living room, he could not move his legs.
All roads lead to the same destination. Chen Luo felt some regret for no reason.
If he was on the bed, at least he was leaning on the soft mattress and had a blanket over his body. Although he was still unable to move freely, it was much more comfortable. Compared to the sofa and the bed, the latter was definitely more fragrant! The premise was that he had to sleep.
Sighing softly, Chen Luo shook his head. He knew that the cup of black tea he had made for the other party was useless. After feeling his breathing stabilize again, he once again entered his own thinking world.
Considering that someone would want him to see everything, there were three suspects: Musashi himself, the " Navy Code ", and the existence known as the " Great Will " that sent him to this strange world.
Thinking about it carefully, the possibility of Musashi letting him see all this was not very high, and neither was the Navy Code. In other words, Chen Luo was more willing to believe that Musashi had deliberately let him see this information than the Navy Code would send him such accurate information.
There was nothing else. Chen Luo was about to have the Navy Code PtsD.
No one would be happy to have such a strange AI that was always thinking about their own safety. Chen Luo had a good saying in his previous life. Easterners were particular about not revealing their wealth. Why? Because they were not afraid of thieves stealing, but they were afraid of thieves thinking about them.
The Navy Code was the thief who was concerned about his system.
Although this AI probably couldn't deal with the system on his body, he was also uncomfortable. It was the kind of discomfort that had no reason.
However, Chen Luo felt that it was unlikely that it was Musashi who let him see it.
It was already surprising that Musashi visited him on that rainy night. If one were to say that she not only visited him, but also left behind a video recording of the past, it would be even more indescribable.
Moreover, from the expression on Musashi's face before he left, it was hard to imagine that she had left a message behind.
Then…wouldn't that mean that the only answer was the last one?
It was the 'great will' who let him see it.
But why didn't she let him see it in advance or see it that night? Instead, he only saw it after such a period of time.
The day before yesterday, when Musashi left, it was two in the morning. Now, when he woke up, it was also two in the morning.
There were forty-eight hours in between. What was the meaning of these forty-eight hours?
Chen Luo frowned. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.
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