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

The next day, they put electrode rings on me and said it was a 'laughter correction trainer'.

I laughed for a full eight hours. My lips were cracked, but I was still laughing.

Later... I forgot the pain, and I forgot how not to laugh.

Later, I became a censor. I personally shut down thousands of children's channels because I knew—as long as people were talking, the child hiding under the bed would keep crying.

Su Ting listened quietly, her eyes softening little by little.

But she still stood tall: "So you killed the voice? You think that without the voice, the pain will disappear? But do you know how Lin Xiaoye called out his own name? He only stood up after he had cried enough! Do you know why Dora dared to crawl out from under the bed? Because she heard someone calling her name! Not through silence! But through—speaking it out!"

She grabbed Tiantian's hand and raised it high:

“Look at him! He's trembling with fear, but he's still talking! Do you remember the last time you truly spoke? Not an order, not a slogan, not a sneer, not a lie—it was that 'I don't want to!' It was that 'Help me!' It was a right you fucking deserved!”

The void trembled violently.

The giant pupil began to crack, and a faint but pure light shone through the cracks.

"...I...I don't want to be a gatekeeper anymore..." The voice grew softer and softer, almost a whisper, "I want to...say one sentence...just one sentence..."

“Then tell me.” Su Ting looked at it and said softly, “No one will hit you. No one will lock you up. I’m listening.”

There was a long silence.

Then, that once cold and aloof being spoke in a voice as weak as a baby's first words, trembling:

"……Mother……?"

Om-!

The entire space shattered with a deafening roar.

The light surged in like a tide, washing away all the gray mist and afterimages. Those sounds that had been erased now converged into a grand chorus—crying, screaming, laughing, shouting, each one clearly identifiable.

"I hate you!"

“I don’t want to eat!”

"I broke the vase, I'm sorry!"

"I like you, but not in the way you like a younger brother!"

"I'm afraid of dark rooms!"

"I want to go home!!"

Millions of sounds intertwined and rose, forming a pillar of light that pierced the sky and reached the end of the data world.

Su Ting held Tian Tian in his arms, looked up at this unprecedented scene, and tears streamed down his face.

Su Ting's voice rang out again, but it was no longer irritable; instead, it carried a hint of surprise:

"...My God...you really turned the 'Annihilation Zone' into a radio station?! The global subconscious network is now receiving this signal! Those children's channels that were blocked for ten years...they've all automatically restarted!!"

Chapter 1504 Let it burn

Su Ting grinned and wiped his face: "This is nothing. This is only the first episode."

"Do you know what this means?!" Su Ting practically roared. "The government won't stand idly by! The 'Silence Act' hasn't been repealed yet! The whole world will be in an uproar tomorrow morning! You've thrown a spark into an oil drum!"

“Then let it burn.” Su Ting took Tian Tian’s hand, turned and walked towards the exit, his figure gradually becoming clear in the light. “Burn away those ears that pretend not to hear, burn away those rules used to shut people up. I don’t ask for peace in the world, I just want every child to be able to say when they are scared— ‘The lights are out, I’m scared.’”

Her voice traveled through the channel, echoing throughout the remaining data corridor:

"Those who hear this, please respond. You don't need to save anyone, just say: I am here."

A moment later, faint but firm signals began to connect.

"I am here."

"I heard you."

"Thank you... for letting me cry."

Su Ting was silent for a few seconds, then finally spoke in a low voice:

"Hey, girl."

"Ok?"

“Next time you go all out, tell me in advance.” He paused, then said very softly, “...so I can prepare some fireworks and go crazy with you.”

Su Ting smiled, looked up, and saw countless star-like points of consciousness lighting up in the void, like a newly born galaxy.

She spoke softly into the communicator:

"Su Ting, do you know what? Just now... I thought I heard my dad's voice."

He said, "Girl, you're right."

There was no response for a long time.

Until the very last second, Su Ting's hoarse voice came through:

"...Let's go. On the way home, I'll play your favorite rock song."

The night wind howled softly through the cracks in the ruins. The city lay like a sleeping behemoth, its steel frame gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Su Ting, carrying a modified signal backpack, strode lightly but firmly across the broken glass and twisted cables. Tian Tian followed closely behind her, her small hand clutching the hem of her clothes, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.

"Sister...can we really go home?" He asked softly, as if afraid of waking something.

Su Ting turned around and winked at him: "Can't? Then build another home."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dilapidated advertising wall in front of him suddenly lit up. A familiar face appeared in the fluorescent blue pixelated static—Su Ting, wearing sunglasses, with an e-cigarette that had long since died out dangling from his lips.

"Communication has been restored to 30%, enough for me to last ten minutes," he said, his voice tinged with a delayed buzz. "You're currently trending number one globally. The 'Hear It' project is going viral; from kindergartens to senior citizen universities, everyone is recording, uploading, and sharing—they've started talking."

“I didn’t do it.” Su Ting looked up at the face, the wind ruffling her short hair. “They said it themselves.”

"But you are the fuse." Su Ting paused, his eyes behind his sunglasses suddenly turning serious. "Do you know what the hottest topic is right now? I'm scared. Two hundred million comments in three hours. Someone admitted to faking happiness for twenty years; a mother cried and said she had never loved her child; a seven-year-old girl recorded an audio message: 'Mom, when you hit me, I hide in the bathroom and cry'..."

His voice lowered slightly: "The government has held an emergency closed-door meeting. The entire 'Silence Law Enforcement Bureau' has been mobilized, attempting to cut off the main node. Their slogan is still the same: 'Order is above freedom.'"

Chapter 1505 Anything is Possible

Su Ting sneered: "So what? They're planning to delete it again? Shut down all the channels again? Make the whole world learn to shut up again?"

"They will," Su Ting said, staring at her and emphasizing each word, "and this time, the target is you."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tian Tian suddenly tugged at Su Ting's sleeve: "Sister...I...I want to post one too."

Su Ting squatted down and rubbed his head: "You can say whatever you want."

“I want to say… I don’t want to go to the ‘Happy Growth Camp’.” His voice trembled slightly, yet it was as clear as a knife slicing through the darkness. “I don’t like to laugh. I don’t want to become a ‘normal kid’ either. I like to draw, I like to tell ghost stories, I like to splash in puddles on rainy days… I’m not a bad kid… I just… I just don’t want to lie to people…”

Su Ting looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears.

She opened her terminal, uploaded the recording, and labeled it with only two words: "Truth".

Three seconds later, the message was forwarded 100,000 times.

Su Ting whistled: "Beautiful. Now you're a national idol, and also a wanted criminal. I suggest you two find a hole to crawl into, the deeper the better."

“No.” Su Ting stood up, his gaze fixed on the towering black tower in the city center—the headquarters of the State Administration of Consciousness Supervision. “We’re going there.”

"Are you crazy?!" Su Ting almost jumped out of the screen. "That's a den of dragons and tigers! Do you know how many layers of firewalls are in there? How many silent agents are patrolling? Those people can't even tell the truth in their dreams!"

“That’s why I’m going.” Su Ting squeezed Tian Tian’s hand. “I want them to hear it—not through echoes, not through loopholes, but face to face, openly and honestly.”

She looked up at the slowly rotating constellation of data satellites in the sky: "What they're afraid of isn't what I said. It's that others have started saying it too. Today it's 'I'm scared,' tomorrow it's 'I hate you,' and the day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow it's 'You're wrong.' What they're really afraid of is that people will stop listening."

Su Ting was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Fine, girl. You've got guts." He tapped his earpiece. "Since you want to start a war, don't blame me for being unruly. I've reactivated the 'old radio station.' That underground children's broadcasting network that was shut down thirty years ago, frequency 88.4, specifically for children who said 'wrong.' Now it's alive again, with a signal covering half of Asia. When you need listeners, I'll give you a massive army."

Su Ting grinned: "When I get to the top of the tower, the first call I'll make is to you."

"Don't hang up too fast, I still have a playlist to finish playing." He blinked, and the image flashed and disappeared into the shattered screen.

The three-person team arrived at the outskirts of the Black Tower at 2 a.m.

"Where are the helpers you mentioned?" Su Ting stared at the massive alloy gate, which was covered with high-voltage current grids and voiceprint recognition devices.

"They're here," Tian Tian whispered.

The next second, the entire night sky suddenly lit up.

Countless flying devices converged from all directions—old-fashioned drones, modified toy airplanes, and even kites with propellers attached. They formed a giant eye, silently gazing at the black tower from the sky.

The leader was a little girl wearing a baseball cap, riding a flying bicycle, and waving a glow stick full of USB drives.

"Sister Su Ting!" she shouted, her voice as clear as a bell, "I'm Dora! Lin Xiaoye sent us!"

"You are... Dora from under the bed?" Su Ting laughed.

Chapter 1506 Access Point Here

“Yes!” Dora raised her chin. “I dare to come out now! I’ve brought fifty ‘problem children’ with me! We’re not well-behaved! We don’t laugh! But we can hear each other!”

Su Ting opened his arms: "Welcome to the resistance."