I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Chapter 137 Are you human?

Two people.

The boy was standing, and the girl was squatting.

The patter--

It started to drizzle at some point.

Drop by drop, it dripped onto Shen Qingqing's head.

So cold.

Shen Qingqing shivered from the cold. As if remembering something, she pinched the pendant around her neck. The dark blue gemstone glowed for a moment, and then a tent appeared out of thin air.

"Mu Jing, there's a tent over there, let's go over there."

The girl jumped up excitedly, grabbed the boy's hand, and ran towards the tent.

The two were holding hands.

In his panic, the boy did not let go of the girl's hand, letting her hold it.

A tent and a girl appeared out of nowhere.

Mu Jing stared at the girl holding his hand, his eyes lingering for a moment.

This feeling seems to have existed before; I remember someone holding my hand like this before.

He shook his head, raindrops dripping from his hair onto his face, blurring his vision.

The tent wasn't large, but it was comfortable and soft inside, with warm lights shining through.

The two sat on a soft cushion.

Mu Jing kept his head down, his hair still dripping with rain, but he didn't seem to care.

A pair of dark eyes stared intently at the two people's clasped hands.

He hates physical contact with others, and holding hands is something he finds unbearable.

扑—

Mu Jing's body stiffened as his vision was blocked, the sensation in his hands disappeared, and his ears felt a little itchy.

Shen Qingqing had never dried anyone's hair before; this was the first time.

She rubbed the left side, rubbed the right side, rubbed the middle, picked up the towel, and then touched Mu Jing's hair with her hand.

Half-dry, half-wet, that should keep me from getting sick, so I threw the towel aside and lay down abruptly.

Don't ask why I don't dry my hair; it's because I'm lazy.

"Comfortable."

Still comfortable to lie down on.

As the pattering sound continued, Shen Qingqing yawned.

"Where do you live? I can have my father take you home."

Seeing that the girl's hair was dripping wet, he wanted to help her up and dry her hair.

The thought that suddenly came to mind made Mu Jing freeze to the side, and what he wanted to say changed.

"I don't know, I want to stay here."

She preferred staying here to that kind of family atmosphere, and besides, she really liked this feeling—free and unrestrained.

Outside was a cemetery, and in the pitch-black night, it seemed especially eerie.

Why do you want to stay here?

Why are you here?

Shen Qingqing sat up, avoiding Mu Jing's question.

"There's nowhere to go."

His eyes were dull, unlike what a ten-year-old child should look like.

Turning my gaze back, I saw Shen Qingqing resting her chin on her hand, leaning against a large pillow, with water droplets still dripping from her hair.

As if sensing Mu Jing's gaze, Shen Qingqing moved to the side and patted the spot next to her.

"This is very comfortable."

The pillowcase reappeared suddenly.

"Are you human?"

When Mu Jing said this, his tone was calm, but it was mixed with trembling, curiosity, and an indescribable emotion.

Human? In the instance, she was indeed different from the others because she was the only real human; she didn't know who they were.

Shen Qingqing nodded.

“I come from elsewhere, I don’t belong here.”

"Why come here?"

Shen Qingqing thought for a moment, yawned, and continued, "Because it's boring, uninteresting, and meaningless."

Her world was a mess, her life was insignificant and meaningless.

boring......

Boring...

It's meaningless...

Shen Qingqing felt unusually sleepy today. After saying those words, her vision gradually blurred, and the only thing she could remember was the boy's face.

Shen Qingqing fell asleep in front of Mu Jing.

The boy picked up a clean towel from one side, caught the water dripping from her hair, and then gently wiped the girl's hair.

After all the work was finished, Mu Jing sat opposite the girl, but he didn't sit down in the empty seat next to her.

For a long, long time, he poked the girl's cheek with his finger.

At that moment, a group of bodyguards dressed in black suits entered from outside.

"Young Master, it's time to go back."

The boy, addressed as "Young Master," was intently watching the girl, trying to memorize her features bit by bit.

The speaker thought Mu Jing hadn't heard him, so he repeated himself.

"Young master, it's time..."

Mu Jing raised his arm, and the person who was speaking immediately fell silent.

He then stood up, picked up the girl, and a row of bodyguards opened black umbrellas and followed behind Mu Jing.

The rain was still falling lightly.

A black BMW was parked in the cemetery.

The boy glanced one last time at the tombstone in the very center, his expression indifferent.

"Back to the manor."

The bodyguard holding the umbrella paused, his voice slightly tense, "Young Master, President Mu is waiting for you at the villa."

"Then let him wait."

He carefully put the girl down and got into the car.

The car started slowly.

Mu Jing didn't sleep all night. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the girl's face and looking through the information about her.

[Ding-dong, host is about to be teleported to the next memory node. Please prepare.]

When Shen Qingqing opened her eyes again, she found herself in another place.

The streets are bustling with people, and various stalls are scattered all over the place.

Gululu.

Hungry, Shen Qingqing, who hadn't eaten all night, felt like she was in heaven standing in front of a food stall.

"Boss, a bowl of grilled cold noodles."

She instinctively reached into her pocket, but found no money. She took off her schoolbag and rummaged through every corner of it.

The boss seemed to realize she had no money, but didn't say anything.

"Young lady, remember to bring money next time you order your grilled cold noodles."

Shen Qingqing stared blankly; this person really didn't have a single penny on him.

"Boss, I can't take it."

"If you don't want it, I'll throw it away."

The boss made a gesture as if he was about to throw it away.

"want!"

"That's right."

With a hunched back and a wrinkled face, he smiled and muttered, "Little girl, you must eat well, or you won't grow tall."

"Oh, I'll pay you back."

After leaving a message, Shen Qingqing departed, and only turned back after walking a short distance.

The old lady always had a smiling face.

She picked up the noodles and took a bite.

The world may have survived because of the existence of these kind people.

"You're the transfer student?"

"This face is quite good-looking."

A dozen or so thugs surrounded a boy.

"You guys, teach him a lesson!"

"What are you looking at! Little Tiger, gouge his eyes out!"

The boy was pinned to the ground, his face expressionless, and he offered no resistance.

As the knife grazed the corner of his eye and was about to pierce his eyeball, the boy's expression turned fierce for a moment.

Da da da da-

The men who had started the attack stopped instantly and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Five minutes ago, Shen Qingqing was eating grilled cold noodles. The next second, her body was out of control again, bringing her to this alley entrance.

"Wow! This girl is pretty!"

The people behind them were whistling.

"What?" The leader lit a cigarette, took a puff, and turned to blow a breath at the boy.

"Here to rescue you?"

"Wow, a girl's willing to risk her life for you on the very first day?!"

The boy, pinned to the ground, had a cut on his cheek that was dripping blood. He looked up and saw who it was.

Their eyes met, and Shen Qingqing recognized the person on the ground.

"Mu Jing?"