Seeing that Su Yu did not refuse, An Luo opened the topic. He slowly told stories, starting with campus deeds. Su Yu did not talk much, just listened quietly.
The scene of the two getting along was natural.
Su Yu's eyes dropped slightly, and fell on the floor inadvertently. While listening, he was also thinking.
The man next to him was smiling, his expression and tone were very gentle and warm. An Luo himself did not give him any sense of danger, but he felt very strange, even a little disgusted... This rejection came from the inexplicable feeling in his heart.
Su Yu felt that the smile on An Luo's face was very familiar, as if he had seen it before, but he knew clearly that this smile should not be on An Luo's face. As for whose face it should be on, he could not tell clearly, but Su Yu could conclude that the smile did not belong to An Luo, he must be imitating someone, but it is difficult to imitate others after all.
[This, this, this...hiss, this picture made me gasp, what's going on?]
[What does Lord Anluo want to do? Don't a, calm down, don't be impulsive!]
[Su Yu has a relationship with the Zerg civilization, and the Insect Beast civilization has a grudge against the Zerg civilization, this...]
[You forgot about it while watching the game, right? All the contestants took drugs to suppress memory a! Even if An Luo approached Su Yu, it couldn't be because of hatred for civilization, it was simply for game elimination.]
[Returning to the essence of the Interstellar Tournament, it is normal for contestants to eliminate each other regardless of whether there is hatred or not.]
Because of An Luo's appearance and his initiative to contact Su Yu, the audience in the live broadcast room started a discussion, and the topic gradually became serious. An Luo is from the Insect Beast civilization, he is different from the Tyrant of the Zerg civilization before. No matter what, it is impossible to pass it lightly.
If Su Yu cannot find and escape in time, the ending will definitely be terrible.
In the base under the Crimson Mountains of the Zerg Civilization, the Zerg Generals who were also watching the live broadcast frowned because of An Luo's appearance, but their expressions were just because of disgust, not worry. If you want to ask why, Northfield is in King's pocket at the moment, how could King be in trouble.
Just thinking about it, on the screen, Su Yu's coat pocket moved, and a white fur ball moved out of it. The two people who were chatting were attracted by this movement, they lowered their heads one after another to see the source of the movement.
In the sight, a ball of white fluff, bright golden eyes... An Luo looked at it, and his heart tightened. At the moment of looking at each other, he actually remembered Northfield's Zerg form, which was such a bright golden beast pupil, but more cold and fierce.
Right, the real Northfield should be cold and fierce, so this snow-white little beast at the moment can't and shouldn't be Northfield! You know, this game map is not an ordinary world, but a constructed virtual data. No matter how you think about it, Northfield can't come in!
An Luo convinced himself, his tense spirit became relaxed.
"Is it your pet ma? It's fluffy and really cute." Still with that unchanged gentle smile, he praised the appearance of the white ball, but his eyes returned to Su Yu.
The gentle eyes, containing a completely opposite coldness, examined Su Yu. This is... the King of the Zerg. If he died in this game, Northfield, no, to be precise, the entire Zerg civilization would collapse and despair, right? Just thinking about it in his heart, An Luo was already very happy. He couldn't wait to see that picture, which must be ten points spendid.
Unfortunately, it's not possible. He has to wait a little longer. He must be patient and cover up his behavior. In short, he must not expose it! Otherwise, the Zerg civilization will go crazy, even if there is a peace agreement, they can't stop them. Before the Interstellar Alliance takes action to stop them, their civilization may have been retaliated and destroyed.
Thinking of this, An Luo suppressed his impatience.
"You seem to like this kind of plush pet very much." An Luo said softly, at the same time stretched out his hand towards the white ball, as if he wanted to touch it, but his behavior was neatly dodged by the latter. Such an obvious rejection made An Luo's smile stiff.
Su Yu covered the jumping white ball with his hand and explained: "He is timid, doesn't like to contact outsiders."
An Luo retracted his hand, smiled, expressed his understanding and apologized softly for his reckless behavior. Only he knew how much resentment he had in his heart. Because of the strange association just now, he couldn't help but associate this white ball with Northfield. The hatred that had been buried in his heart for a long time came out all at once. Northfield couldn't be moved, but this virtual thing dared to treat him like this!
"Is there something you want ma?" Su Yu suddenly spoke.
During the communication, An Luo led the topic. Su Yu rarely responded to him. An Luo thought it was normal. Su Yu in his observation had always been of this character. At this moment, Su Yu's active inquiry was also within his expectations. He was curious, it meant that the time he had been waiting for had come.
Suddenly, his thoughts were pointed out. An Luo's gentle smile froze for a moment. There was more panic in his eyes, then he was silent again. After a moment, as if he had finally prepared himself mentally, he moved closer to Su Yu and lowered his voice to the lowest: "Death Battle Royale."
An Luo was the contestant in the system prompt. He took the initiative to introduce himself, but Su Yu was not surprised, because he had already guessed it. When he looked around just now, An Luo looked at him steadily, then found a seat to sit down. An Luo took the initiative to find him again. If he didn't feel anything with such an obvious attitude, what's the difference between him and a fool?
[This...? I don't understand this development. Why didn't An Luo take action a?]
[Not only did he not take action, he was even more outrageous than Tyrant. Tyrant didn't even introduce himself ne.]
[When did the Interstellar Tournament become so gentle? Knowing that the other party was a contestant, why didn't he kill him?]
[I don't understand either. Obviously, he had such a big advantage, Su Yu didn't find out his identity at the beginning.]
The audience was stunned, and the picture on the screen continued.
"We are classmates, I don't want to fight you." An Luo whispered, with a hint of hesitation in his tone: "If possible, I also don't want to... I don't want to participate in this game."
Su Yu lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on the white ball in his palm.
"But no, that system threatens me." After saying this, An Luo was silent for a long time, then he spoke carefully: "Let's cooperate ba, this game, as long as... the number of deaths is enough, it can also end, we don't need to fight to the death."
Su Yu still didn't respond. Seeing this, An Luo's expression was stained with anxiety, and his voice couldn't help but rise a little: "I really have no ill will towards you!"
"Let me think about it."
The following class reunion was spent in a dull manner. Su Yu didn't go in, nor was he prepared to go in. The lively scene in front of him seemed to exist in another space, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of strangeness. As soon as the party ended, he got up and left.
"Su Yu." A familiar voice came from An Luo. He said, "Remember to reply to me."
Walking out of the box, leaving behind the unfamiliar bustle, the ears were quiet and the mood was relieved... He was obviously sunny and energetic when he was young, but he liked quiet more and more when he grew up.
However, when he was young... was he sunny and energetic ma?
Su Yu looked strange for a few seconds.
Just at this moment, his name sounded in the distance, someone was calling him.
Turning his head and looking at the source of the voice, Su Yu was slightly surprised that the person who came was Tyrant.
"Su Yu, what a coincidence." The blond man walked over, his expression was light, there was nothing special about it, but if you look closely, you will find that his violet eyes were flowing with light tenderness and caution: "Are you also taking a walk in the evening ma?"
"Attending a class reunion, just ended."
After a brief exchange of two sentences, the white ball on the shoulder could no longer sit still and moved with sound.
Tyrant's sight was attracted, he asked hesitantly: "Is this... your pet ma?"
Su Yu nodded, and the white ball looked at Tyrant at the right time. The golden color and the violet stared at each other. A trace of coldness flashed across the eyes of the former, while the latter was slightly stunned. He was not unfamiliar with this breath. Wasn't this what he felt that night... So, it was this white ball who was rejecting him?
"In fact, soft appearance, has flower but no fruit[1], solid and hard shell, makes people feel safer." Tyrant said something inexplicable, his tone was ten points serious.
Northfield with flower but no fruit and soft appearance: "..."
[What is Lord Tyrant talking about?]
[Solid and hard, sense of security, is this self-praise ma?]
[Inexplicable, but no problem, how can soft feel safe?]
Ordinary viewers in the live broadcast room were confused and tried to understand.
As for the Zerg Generals, the moment they heard this, they understood what Tyrant meant. They paused in their hearts, when they looked at the live broadcast again, their expressions had changed. They looked at a warrior.
"So losing memory, will make people so brave?"
The appearance of the Zerg is mostly terrifying and ferocious, which is good for shocking other lives. There are not many soft and cute types like Northfield... What's more, this is not his true prototype, but a fabrication! Just fake cuteness!
All the Zerg Generals have this idea in their hearts, but they dare not say it directly.
And now, one Zerg General suppressed his memory and finally said the words they dared not say.
[1] 华而不实 (huá ér bù shí) = The flowers bloom beautifully, but do not bear fruit / The metaphor looks good, but the content is empty