Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

He hung his head, covering his face, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Xinxin. I just felt a little lost all of a sudden. I can't enjoy the game anymore. I don't know what's going on."

Baby sneered: Why? Of course it’s because you are gradually losing your human emotions. From now on, this body will be mine. Well, ten more days will be enough.

"My brother might have been staying in his room for too long. If you keep yourself locked up, you'll become more and more withdrawn and self-doubting. So, I think he should go out for a while."

"I believe you'll be able to adapt quickly. If you don't like it in the future, I won't need your body anymore. I'll always be by your side. My biggest wish is for you to be happy."

[Look, you've lost weight now, and you're much healthier. You don't get out of breath after taking a step anymore, right?]

Pang Chong hummed, "That's right. I know losing weight is painful. I owe all this to you, Xinxin. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let my imagination run wild."

"Then I'll go out by myself today. I think I must have been locked up for too long, which is why I'm thinking so much. I'll just have some sunshine."

Wawa agreed readily: "Okay, brother, go ahead and smile when you see people. Don't force yourself to be unhappy. Being happy is the most important thing."

Pang Chong nodded, with a hint of timidity in his eyes. It had only been half a month, but he felt like he hadn't been out for a long time. He was really scared to go out all of a sudden.

After breakfast in the morning, I went out with my schoolbag on my back. The sun brought warmth to my body. I raised my head with a dazed look in my eyes and walked in the direction of the school in my memory.

After arriving in the classroom and sitting down, Zhang Tao at the next table knocked on his desk and said, "Hey, Brother Pang, what are you doing? Are you still in a daze? Come on, let's go back and play the video game."

"What game console? What did you say?"

"No, Brother Pang, what's wrong with you? We agreed yesterday that we would go play the game console today. Did you forget?"

Pang Chong said, "Maybe. I'm not feeling well today, so I won't go play the video game with you. By the way, where is Li Fumei?"

"Why are you looking for her? She's a top student and she doesn't play with us. What's more, she always plays with those weird things that look scary. Last time, she was cutting paper figures, which was really scary."

"Several classmates were frightened by her and reported her to the homeroom teacher. She then went back home and I don't know if she will come to class today."

Zhang Tao said mysteriously, "Maybe the top student is different from the rest of us. She doesn't fit in and never smiles, just like a robot. Hey, she doesn't feel the same way when other people distance themselves from her."

Pang Chong's eyes wandered. "Is that so? Then tell me about what happened these past few days. I've been having a headache from playing games lately and I always feel like I can't remember things."

As the two were whispering, a figure walked past them, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted past that seemed somewhat familiar.

"Hiss, she's coming to school."

"..."

Pang Chong turned his head and looked over, meeting a pair of silent eyes. After seeing him, Li Fumei was also a little surprised: "You are about to die, don't you feel it?"

When others heard this, they became nervous. Last time she said that a school leader was about to die, and then he had a myocardial infarction three days later. Now she said this about her classmate again.

This instantly caused outrage among the crowd: "Hey, Li Fumei, you're going too far. Pang Chong has been studying very hard recently. Are you cursing because you're afraid of being surpassed?"

"That's right, it's too much. I don't know why the monitor wants to play with you. You're just a freak and can't say a single nice thing."

Li Fumei turned a deaf ear to him, walked over, stood in front of him and took a closer look. Sure enough, his forehead was black, and it was obvious that he would not live long.

"What's your birthday? Let me calculate it for you. Your life span shouldn't be this short. What did you come into contact with that will kill you?"