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

Chapter 135 Out of Control

School rooftop.

Da da da--

Dust filled the air, as if no one had ever walked by.

[Host, why did you choose to meet here?]

Shen Qingqing covered her nose and hurried upstairs.

That's how it's described in novels.

Do you really believe that?

Sigh, the host is a naive and good kid who doesn't know that those authors made it all up; many schools don't even have rooftops.

On the rooftop, there were no railings. Just outside the stairs, a wooden sign read in large characters: "Students are prohibited from entering."

"Should we leave? Host, we can't go up here."

Xiao Lan tried to dissuade him in the space.

Is there someone like that?

A black figure sat on the edge of the rooftop, with his legs dangling in mid-air.

【Host.....】

"Should we just leave?"

This person is clearly depressed, and the host will inevitably be misunderstood as an accomplice here.

Little Lazy floated in mid-air, swaying from side to side.

Haven't reacted yet.

Shen Qingqing walked past it to the edge of the rooftop and sat down on the spot.

【Host! 】

When I was a child, I dreamed several times that I was sitting on a rooftop, and then I jumped off.

So... what about now?

It spoke with a slight stutter, as if afraid that Shen Qingqing would really jump down as she had said in her dream.

Try it out.

[Ah! Host, please don't do anything rash! This is something you can just decide to experience! That's not allowed!]

Shen Qingqing closed her eyes and felt the wind.

Mu Jing seemed to sense someone was there, and opened his eyes to find Shen Qingqing beside him.

He likes to stay here alone, immersed in his own world, and doesn't like to be disturbed by anyone else.

Do you want to jump?

At that moment, Shen Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes gazing at Mu Jing with watery eyes.

She understands this unknown desire.

Perhaps by coincidence, the two met again, but Shen Qingqing did not remember Mu Jing, nor did she recognize him.

Shen Qingqing could barely remember what those dungeons looked like.

Their eyes met, and at that moment, Mu Jing's heart skipped a beat.

"so?"

"I'll accompany you."

This was the first time Mu Jing had ever seen such a serious, earnest joke.

It's as if a person who doesn't exist can be so dreamlike.

"it is good."

Perhaps he hasn't come to his senses yet.

【Host! 】

[Host, are you kidding me?]

[Didn't you just have a talk with those people? How come suddenly...]

I just want to find someone to jump off a building with me. I really want to.

She reached out her hand, and Mu Jing grasped the girl's hand; it was soft and cool...

At this moment, the system remembered that the host had not agreed to do tasks for it and had not resisted all along, indulging in one suicide attempt after another.

The host.....

Shen Qingqing didn't know what she was doing. She couldn't understand her own actions. Her brain was screaming wildly, and she couldn't control the urge to jump.

I want to get away from here.

She doesn't like school.

Wang Wu instinctively hated everything about school—the people there, the school bell, and even the whole world.

She is annoying.

boom-

As her body hit the ground, blood flowed, obscuring Shen Qingqing's eyes. The blue sky appeared crystal clear in her vision.

With the sensation gone, she turned her head with difficulty.

Their eyes met again.

She gave a bright smile: "That felt good, didn't it?"

Hmm. (Silence)

On the rooftop.

"Sister Jia! Did...did you see that?"

"I......"

"This! Shen Qingqing jumped down herself!"

The three of them felt weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground.

beep beep beep—

[Warning! Warning! Danger! Danger! The host is on the verge of death and is being desperately resuscitated!]

[Rescue progress: 1%, 2%,...]

A beeping sound echoed in her brain, and Shen Qingqing's consciousness gradually faded.

In one dungeon after another, she almost forgot who she was, what she was supposed to do, and why she had to complete the mission.

She clearly only wanted to leave this world.

Perhaps all of this is just a dream, and the dream will end sooner or later.

Mu Jing lay on the ground, his mind clearly sensing the pain emanating from his body.

It is said that when a person jumps off a building and lands, the brain is at its most selfish. In order to sustain itself for longer, it will first cut off the tactile sensation of the limbs to provide nutrition.

The brain only dies at the very end.

That would mean the end of life.

I've seen the azure sky countless times, heard the wind whisper in its wake, and been drenched in its rain.

Life is only once, and he never wanted it.

Vision gradually blurred, the pain in the body dissipated, and only when consciousness shattered into fragments did loneliness remain.

"Xiao Jing, I never wanted to have you."

"Do you know that if it weren't for your father, I wouldn't have given birth to you!"

I hate your father!

He felt no pain as the slaps landed on his face; even in death, he would still be having his final dream.

With a shift of perspective, the surrounding scenery changes.

"100 points? Do you want me to praise you?"

The woman, with a mocking expression, moved to the side, as if afraid of touching him.

"No."

Mu Jing, standing next to the sofa, had injuries on his face; a bright red handprint was clearly visible on the child's face.

The sofa disappeared, and we arrived at a bedroom. In the dim space, there was a sliver of light.

Following the light, a man was beating a woman.

The woman was clearly Mu Jing's mother.

Light comes on, and the scene changes rapidly.

cemetery.

"Young master has been standing there for an hour."

"Yes, how can such a small body withstand it?"

"President Mu didn't even come back to try and persuade him."

The person next to them bumped into the person next to them.

"It's normal that President Mu is busy with work and doesn't have time to come back."

"That's what they say, but it was Madam who died. No matter how busy President Mu is, he can't do this, can he?"

"Shh, don't say it."

The boy stood there, soaked by the rain all night.

Shen Qingqing thought she was dead.

It was pitch black.

"That is….."

Fragments of memories kept appearing around her, and she would be sucked into whichever fragment she looked at.

"This is memory."

The world is spinning.

"Mu Jing? Is that your name?"

"I heard he got in through connections, through which family?"

"Not saying anything? That means you want to get beaten up!"

"What I hate most is people with connections; beat them to death."

The boy was surrounded by several people, pinned to the ground, and punched repeatedly. No one who passed by helped him.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll beat you to death!"

"Damn it, you dare glare at me!"

"Fight to death!"

"Just because you're good-looking doesn't mean you can seduce my goddess and accept her love letters?"

The sound of fists and kicks.

The boy remained silent on the ground.

His gaze fell upon Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing: Can he see me?

She approached, squatted down, and waved her hand in front of him.

Mu Jing's eyes followed the direction of her hand's movement.

It seems like they can see me.

She reached out her hand, her hand passing through the crowd.

Her body slowly dissipated.

It's not that I don't want to save you, it's just that the circumstances don't allow it.

Seemingly realizing she was about to disappear, he forced a smile and looked away.

"Mu Jing, the teacher said you skipped class today, is that true?"

He stood in the living room, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with his head down and no words.

"Everything you have is thanks to me. Without me, what are you?!"

pia—

The crisp sound of a slap echoed, but the boy never raised his head.

"Stay home and reflect on your actions for a month. You are not allowed to leave the house. Butler, the young master is not allowed to eat today!"

After saying that, the boy moved, dragging his tired body and lifelessly stepping up the stairs.