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Chapter 132: Fairness


“I… What am I doing.”

Wandering through the night street, Zhuge lost his goal. To go back or not? This question lingered in his mind all the way.

Rambling aimlessly to the surrounding business street, Zhuge sat down on the bench for people to rest before taking out his cellphone. Since the game APP had been deleted by his colleague last time, he didn’t download it again— because he didn’t feel weak any longer.

And now, he became more irritable.

‘You’ve logged in the account.’

The game was deleted, yet the discussion platform of the game had been remained there, where there were full of supporters of the game. Essentially, he used to be a member of this group.

‘The game will be updated and maintained to test the new version next week. Please get ready to store the data and log it off ahead of time. There will be a new role added into the new system— Kneading of the magic girl…’

The sticky post was a notice about the game renewal, with one after another exciting comments beneath.

‘Magic girl?? Ah!!!! So gorgeous!’

‘I’m gonna knead a Slime Girl, Ah!!!

Zhuge scrolled down the page. He suddenly lost all interest in that moment and felt disgusted, “It sounds nicer than it is… Magic girl… if it really appears in front of you… After all, the reality is, no matter how cute it is, it’ll be horrific if the figure changes from 2-dimension to 3-dimension.”

However… he might have been one of the members who showed delight before today.

Zhuge laughed with self-derision. He sat in a daze alone until the business street turned totally lonesome and all shops were closed except the convenience stores that were opened round–the-clock.

Sure enough, there were no free meals in the world.

Zhuge shook his head, hesitating, eventually going back home… because he didn’t take ID card for registering a hotel room after running away from home. He had nothing except a cellphone.

He had to bite the bullet to go back.

Thinking that though Nanako… but at least she wouldn’t hurt him.

He went back to the building of his room. As he walked to his floor, he found the door was left unlocked.

Zhuge gave a start, pushing open the door cautiously— even the lights were not turned on.

Zhuge turned on the light of the room— it was too small and could be totally seen with a glance.

But… Nanako was not here.

Or washing room, the balcony, the kitchen… Nanako had left the room.

Zhuge sat on the floor woodenly, hanging his head with no joy or sense of alienation. He only felt blank.

He tried to recall the scene that he slapped away Nanako’s palm… and the moment he disappeared from her sight.

Zhuge looked around, here and there, before touching his face suddenly. Then repeated the actions, his wooden face started to twitch.

His shoulders quivered faintly, sensing as if Nanako was about to vanish from his life.

Maybe it was better… because he could no longer treat Nanako like what she received from the beginning.

Maybe it was better… Nanako, must feel depressed due to his behavior.

Recalling the call of his name as he ran down the stairs, it was obviously filled with anxiety, uncertainty, and panic…

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Zhuge opened his eyes with a headache and turned off his phone alarm. He was dizzy and sleepy with a sore body. It turned out he slept on the floor for the whole night.

Zhuge looked towards the door, finding it was still unlocked and was slightly disappointed.

He did not know what he was expecting.

Maybe, to wake up from the dream and go back to reality.

Since that day, Zhuge didn’t see Nanako. As usual, he hurried to get up in the morning but didn’t catch the first bus. Fortunately, he was in time for the office as the last member.

“Zhuge! The ink box ran out. Go get one from the warehouse please!”

He was busy repeating

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