The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

This night is destined to be difficult for Lu Yuan.

Of course, no one knows how difficult this was.

Lin Yu should have known, because Brother Lu messaged him late at night, asking if he had any small websites.

However, Lin Yu happened to go to bed early today and didn't see the message at all.

Lu Yuan, lying in bed, felt restless and uneasy.

Even though he had just firmly rejected Shang Qingya.

But judging from Shang Qingya's expression, she was clearly immune to his rejection.

Lu Yuan only realized this at that moment.

Shang Qingya's introverted nature in the past did not stem from her personality, but rather from the pressure of the college entrance examination and the restrictions of early romantic relationships.

Even more critically, although Lu Yuan returned to his room, it did not mean he was safe.

Because Shang Qingya was taking a shower.

This is the layout of a small two-bedroom apartment.

He was standing at the doorway to both bedrooms, and he could even faintly hear the sound of water running while he was taking a shower.

That's alright, since we live under the same roof.

This has happened quite often before.

What really mattered was that Shang Qingya called him three times within five minutes.

"Brother, could you please get me a bath towel to hang on the balcony?"

"Brother, why is the water cold?"

When Lu Yuan walked out of the room for the third time and stood in front of the bathroom door.

They were already prepared to retaliate.

He didn't believe Shang Qingya had any reason to call him; all the toiletries were provided.

"Brother, could you stand at the door for a while? I read a horror story during the day and I'm a little scared."

Row.

Lu Yuan was convinced.

People who don't want to chat with you can take a shower all night without replying to your messages.

People who want to chat with you will find countless reasons to talk to you, even if they are actually taking a shower.

Faced with this situation.

Lu Yuan took another deep breath and left only one sentence:

"Go to bed early, I'm going to deliver food."

"Going to deliver food now?"

"My hands are itching to be touched."

It's unclear what exactly this "itchy hands" means, or what method Lu Yuan is trying to use to relieve the itch.

In short, the only way he could relieve the itch was to grip the handlebars of his electric scooter tightly and speed through the night.

Perhaps it was to release some unknown desire.

He sped up as if he were going to kill someone.

Just to achieve another form of release.

The delivery drivers who used to work the night shift suddenly found themselves online late at night, even though they rarely worked the night shift.

The limited number of late-night orders was quickly snapped up.

The power of a single king is terrifying.

All they could do was sigh and lament to the night sky, uttering the question that lingered in their minds: "Wait, who has offended him now?"

Lu Yuan ran for half the night, venting his nameless anger.

I suddenly realized a very serious problem.

He forgot to charge his electric scooter after he went to work during the day.

normal circumstances.

He can make a phone call and ask a delivery rider to help him deliver the battery.

But because his last order was a return trip, it wasn't far from home.

He decided to just push it back.

This decision won't bother anyone else.

But he's in trouble.

A Land Cruiser sped along the main road, lying haphazardly over the road.

Then the car suddenly went out of control and swerved sharply.

It rushed directly onto the sidewalk on the side of the road.

Lu Yuan, who was slowly pushing his electric bike, suddenly threw it down and tried to dodge it by showing off his agility.

However, the space was simply too limited.

Before being hit, his only thought was:

"Damn it, you managed to bump into me even when I'm on the sidewalk!"

...

Your riding career has finally come to a perfect end. A rider who has never been in a traffic accident is not a qualified rider.

[Being a food delivery rider is inherently a high-risk profession, with an annual accident rate that can reach as high as 25%. Their high traffic participation also increases the risks they face in their work.]

Fortunately, you're a very capable fighter; your exceptionally agile footwork prevented you from being smashed into a pulp.

You have a very strong physique, so your injuries elsewhere are not serious; only your right arm is fractured.

The reason for your fracture is that you inexplicably stretched out your right hand to try and stop an out-of-control car, and you thought you were Iron Man.

You fainted on the spot because even the strongest fighter is afraid of pain, and you passed out from the pain.

When Lu Yuan woke up in his hospital bed, the first thing he felt was pain in his right arm.

Then came an overwhelming emotion.

An emotion called authenticity.

Although this game is exceptionally realistic, offering an absolutely lifelike sensory experience.

But Lu Yuan still felt like there was a membrane separating them here.

He felt that playing this game was like going on vacation to an electronic island.

Everything went so smoothly.

Until the pain arrives.

When he woke up in his hospital bed, he suddenly felt surrounded by a huge sense of loneliness.

"You're awake?"

Before the feeling of loneliness could reach its peak, a familiar voice appeared first.

Shang Qingya, now dressed in her classic hoodie and jeans, walked out of the hospital bathroom carrying a basin of water.

The towel was wet in the basin of water, and the warm touch appeared on Lu Yuan's face.

"The wet wipes are too cold; this temperature is just right."

Lu Yuan had never viewed Shang Qingya from a bottom-up perspective.

He was the taller one.

In terms of daily life and relationships, she is also the one with a higher status.

Not only was Shang Qingya shorter than him, but she also completely depended on him for protection in her daily life, eating and drinking his food and water.

Therefore, Lu Yuan naturally viewed Shang Qingya from the perspective of someone in a superior position.

He felt no burden whatever decision he made.

But now Lu Yuan is lying in a hospital bed and has difficulty moving around.

So he could only look up at Shang Qingya, staring intently at her swollen, red eyes.

"Did you cry?"

"No." Shang Qingya shook her head, but tears streamed down her face as she did so: "Your face was covered in blood, I could barely see you."

She doesn't want to recall what happened back then.

The station manager called her and asked her to go to the site.

The scene of the car accident was very bloody, and many passersby dared not go up to look.

The stationmaster advised her not to go up and look, fearing it would frighten her.

But she still pushed through the crowd and went up to him. When she saw Lu Yuan's bloodied face, she burst into tears.

"I can't even see your face clearly."

As Shang Qingya spoke, tears began to fall from her eyes.

Perhaps afraid of affecting Lu Yuan's mood, she quickly stopped crying.

Then she whispered, "Your phone got smashed."

"It's okay, we can just buy another one."

"It's already been purchased."

Shang Qingya took out a brand new cell phone box from the drawer.

She said, "This isn't something I bought for you for free; you have to agree to one condition."

"what?"

"Don't do food delivery anymore, take good care of yourself."

What should I eat and drink while recovering from illness?

"I applied to the station manager for a job." Shang Qingya started crying as she spoke, "As long as you take good care of yourself, I'll reward you."

At that moment, Lu Yuan's thoughts were instantly pulled back to two months ago.

On that damp, rainy day, he rewarded Shang Qingya with a cell phone.

Lu Yuan remained silent, lying on the bed without uttering a word.

Shang Qingya didn't say anything more. She hadn't slept all night and had fallen asleep by the bedside.

He hadn't slept soundly, and was muttering, "I can't live without you, the road is so far."