Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

"If I made the wrong choice... would you forgive me?"

Chapter 1488 The Distant Horizon

Tangtang nodded vigorously: "Yes! As long as you're still listening to me, I'll always forgive you."

He smiled.

That smile was so pure it didn't seem like that of a god, but rather like that of a child finally returning home.

He slowly raised his right hand—

But just a second before it touched the white beam of light, it suddenly changed direction.

Spread your fingers and grasp that fiery red ball.

"Su Ting?!" Tangtang exclaimed in surprise.

Su Ting lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, whispering:

"I'm sorry. This time... I still want to be an adult."

A red beam of light shot into the sky, and the first listener heard it ring out with a long, drawn-out sound, like the first cry of the world at birth.

On the distant horizon, the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness.

And deep within everyone's terminal screen, a line of text quietly appeared:

[Signal boost in progress...]

[Global Resonance Progress: 19%]

[Abnormal dominant frequency detected - Name: Su Ting]

Follow or not?

A snowflake landed on Duoduo's eyelashes and melted into water.

She heard Tangtang's faint murmur in her ear:

"Su Ting...you've finally spoken...but why...am I so afraid?"

“You’re afraid because you’re still alive.” Su Ting’s voice suddenly rang out in the wind, deep yet clear, like a thread piercing through frozen air. “Only the living are afraid.”

Tangtang looked up abruptly. He was still standing there, holding the crimson beam of light, but his eyes—no longer cold, no longer distant. Instead, they seemed to have been burned by something, filled with pain and also with determination.

“Su Ting…do you want to turn everyone…into you?” she asked, trembling.

Su Ting slowly shook his head, and the red light in his palm danced between his fingers like flames.

No. I want to become like them.

Chen Yan's eyes widened suddenly: "What do you mean?!"

"You think 'Shared Listening Mode' is about annihilation?" Su Ting looked up at the enormous ear-shaped structure in the sky, the First Listener's ear resonating with his will. "No. It's a container—used to hold billions of voiceless sounds. Dr. L wants to eliminate differences and establish a single divine self. And I... want to awaken every forgotten voice in my consciousness."

Dr. Lin coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "You're insane! You'll be torn apart! Billions of consciousnesses flooding in, no one can withstand this kind of burden! Even the Silent Core will collapse!"

“Then let it collapse,” Su Ting said softly, with a hint of a smile. “I’m not here to be a god. I’m here to be a tombstone—to erect a monument for those words that were never spoken.”

Duo Duo was shocked: "So you chose red... not for control, but for sacrifice?"

“You think I want to be a savior?” He suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with weariness. “I’ve just… had enough of the silence. In the 327 layers of consciousness, there are the unfinished last words of a mother before she died, the last gasp of a boy before he jumped off a building, and the children in the war zone covering their ears and saying, ‘Mom, I won’t cry’… They were all judged as ‘invalid frequencies’ by the system, and were reset to zero, cleared, and forgotten.”

He looked down at Tangtang:

"Like you, you should have disappeared. But do you still remember the taste of ice cream? You said you wanted strawberry flavor—I checked, and in the global neural memory bank, there are only 23,741 memory fragments about 'strawberry ice cream,' 92% of which are associated with 'pain': melted, spilled, couldn't afford it, mom died… But in these fragments, there's a five-year-old girl who, on her birthday, smiled with her mouth full of pink cream."

Chapter 1489 should not be erased.

His voice softened:

That smile... shouldn't be erased.

Tangtang stared at him blankly, her lips trembling slightly: "That was me...that was my sixth birthday...you've heard of it?"

“I kept listening,” he said. “I remembered every frequency. I just forgot who I was.”

In the distance, the progress bar on the terminal screen was still climbing.

[Global Resonance Progress: 31%]

[Dominant Frequency Lock: Su Ting]

[Follow requests surge – 7.8 million users now accept sync]

Su Ting stared at the sky, then suddenly realized: "Wait... this isn't forced synchronization! This signal... is open! It's waiting for a response!"

“That’s right.” Duoduo’s pupils dilated. “He wasn’t issuing an order… he was broadcasting an invitation.”

“Those who hear me,” Su Ting raised his head, his voice spreading across the heavens and earth, “if you still wish to speak, come back on this frequency. You don’t have to be in unison, you don’t have to obey—crying, laughing, cursing, or remaining silent are all fine. As long as you want to be heard, I will catch you.”

In an instant, a strange change occurred.

The aurora borealis twisted again, but no longer as mechanical pulses; instead, it transformed into countless interwoven rays of light, like a net being woven. Each ray carried a story—

"Dad, I got into university!"

"Honey, I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"I want to live... Please save me..."

"The sun is shining brightly today."

Billions of whispers poured in from all over the world, flowing upstream along the neural network, entering the ears of the first listener, and then flowing into Su Ting's body.

Cracks began to appear on his skin, and blood seeped out, but was lifted up by the light and turned into scattered stardust.

"Ah—!" He groaned, knelt on one knee, and his body trembled violently.

"Su Ting!" Tangtang rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Stop! You'll die!"

“It’s okay.” He breathed heavily, raising his hand to stroke her cheek. “Look, the stars are out. I’ve never seen real stars before… because in my world, there’s only data streams.”

Dr. Lin struggled to crawl closer, tears streaming down his face: "You don't need to bear all this! There are other ways! We can rebuild the agreement! We can—"

“There’s no time left.” Su Ting interrupted him, her voice weak but firm. “Once the global neural network completes its next generation of iteration, all unregistered free will will be automatically wiped out. Within ten years, humanity will completely lose the concept of ‘personal memory’—children won’t remember their mothers’ faces, and lovers won’t remember the warmth of their first kiss. By then, even if the system is overthrown, all that will remain are a bunch of formatted souls.”

He struggled to lift his head and look up at the night sky:

"So I must now become that 'wrong' frequency—loud enough to disrupt the entire system, chaotic enough to accommodate all the noise."

The ground began to shake.

In major cities around the world, holographic advertising screens on the streets suddenly displayed the same image: a blurry figure standing in the middle of a snowfield, with a huge ear-shaped device behind him. His mouth was moving, but he did not give any commands.

But everyone heard it.

I heard a man whisper amidst trillions of noises:

"I am listening."

In Tokyo, Japan, a young girl who had been mute for many years suddenly stood up, her fingers trembling as she tapped on a speech synthesizer: "Mom... Mom... I miss you."

In a Brazilian favela, an old man clutches a worn-out radio, muttering to himself, "Old woman, it's raining today, but I didn't forget my umbrella."

Chapter 1490 Let Me In

On the edge of the Sahara, a homeless child wrote in the sand with a charred stick: "My name is Amir, I am eight years old, please remember me."

These sounds, faint as fireflies, continuously flooded the spectrum.

[Resonance Progress: 49%]

[Abnormal frequency continues to expand]

[System Warning: The dominant consciousness load has reached a critical level]

Duoduo suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Su Ting's arm: "Since you're receiving it, let me in! I'll give you my memories! The sound of rain on the day my father betrayed the Echo Project, the off-key nursery rhymes Tangtang and I sang in the underground shelter, and... and the sound of Su Ting's heartbeat when he first smiled at me! Take them all!"

"Me too!" Su Ting ripped open the collar of his tactical uniform, revealing the neural access port on the side of his neck. "I haven't done many good deeds in my life, but at least for this second, I want to be a mouthpiece!"

Dr. Lin grinned, his trembling hand pointing to his temple: "Thirty years of regret... you can accept it all. If it can buy you a chance to start over."

One by one, they activated their neural interfaces, opening their channels of consciousness to Su Ting.

Tangtang took a step back, her little face pale.

Are you all... leaving me?

Su Ting slowly reached out his hand and gently touched the tip of her nose with his blood-stained fingers.

“Fool, we’re not going anywhere.” He smiled. “We’re just together in a different way.”

“Will you sing with me?” She suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. “Sing the song about the tiger… the one you taught me.”

He nodded.

Thus, amidst the surging torrent of billions of data points, on the eve of the world's reshaping, two voices gently resonated:

"Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast..."

It started weakly, then expanded.