dkrc Chapter 100 Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Love, Hate, and Enmity
Chapter 100 Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Love, Hate, and Enmity
Chapter 101 Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Happiness; Love, Hate, and Enmity (Anger, Sorrow)
The moon was bright and the stars were few; only the cold wind and the swaying streetlights were visible on the road.
Song Che couldn't refuse Xia Li, so he checked out of the hotel with her and stood on the street in the early morning waiting for a car.
At this time, the buses hadn't left yet, and taxis were hard to find. I finally managed to hail one, but the driver immediately asked for an extra fifty yuan. The journey from Taixi to Nanhui is already far, costing over three hundred yuan, and with that extra fifty, it was almost four hundred.
Song Che wondered why Xia Li was in such a hurry to go home.
Even if you have to leave, it would be much better to wait until dawn and take a bus; it only costs forty yuan to get home.
It's not that I'm stingy with the money, it's just that I don't understand. Forty yuan seems like a much better deal than four hundred.
There wasn't anything urgent at the orphanage, but he wanted to go again, partly because he genuinely felt those children needed companionship, and partly to gather some other miscellaneous information.
But Xia Li wants to go home, and Song Che will definitely put her first.
Let's go home then.
Xia Li stood by the roadside, looking at the empty road, and then at the convenience store that was closed.
She wasn't quite sure where the danger came from. Both flashbacks were caused by accidents, but both occurred around 1:30 PM, and the timing seemed to follow a pattern.
The road is dangerous because those metal boxes could hit Song Che and send him flying. The water in the convenience store isn't safe either; Song Che fainted after drinking it last time.
But she drank that water, so why is she okay?
No clear pattern has been discovered yet, so she decided to leave Taixi immediately. The pattern of Song Che's death seems to be only related to time; she needs to find and break it in order to save him.
Furthermore, whether this ability to rewind belongs to forbidden magic remains to be confirmed.
If so.
She wasn't sure if, with a witch's powerful memory, enduring the side effects of magic would lead to memory loss, or even cause her to forget things about Song Che and herself.
It's 4 a.m. now, and there are still nine and a half hours until 1:30 p.m. If things go smoothly, I should be home in a little over an hour.
The streets were deserted, and the convenience stores were closed.
Xia Li went through all the possible risks in her mind again, and finally realized that the biggest variable was the driver who was picking them up. If Song Che was going to die this time, he might die at the hands of the driver.
But if I don't take a taxi, can I walk back?
It's over a hundred kilometers; even if we walked until tomorrow, we still wouldn't get there.
It seems to be a vicious cycle.
Xia Li is actually very perceptive.
She felt that what killed Song Che was not a specific thing, but any existence other than Song Che himself—it could be concrete, it could be abstract, or even—it could be herself.
She knew that the only way to find the pattern was through trial and error.
But every time he tries something wrong, Song Che dies once.
She didn't want it to be like this.
She never wanted to play that game of "If Song Che dies, will I cry?" again.
She didn't want the thousand yuan.
Song Che—he can't die either!
Xia Li is very angry right now, the kind of anger that makes her want to smash the other person to death.
He was angry that he had lost his magic, angry at the mastermind behind it all, and angry that he didn't have a legitimate identity, which forced Song Che to come to Taixi and then encounter this danger.
The streets of Taixi are quiet on a winter night.
The silver-haired girl walked ahead, her expression wary, as if patrolling her territory. The boy behind her, looking sleepy, rubbed his eyes frequently, yawned, and smiled as he watched the girl's back, then kept staring at her.
He still wanted to sleep with his head on her lap.
He actually found it quite strange.
Why did Xia Li suddenly start coaxing him to sleep and let him get so close?
Given her usual style, she shouldn't have knocked him out with a flick on the forehead and then started singing off-key.
The witch shouldn't be like this. She should have a heart-to-heart talk with him first, understand human emotions, then give him a lap pillow, sleep together in each other's arms, and unlock a special CG.
Is this progress skipping steps?
However, Song Che liked being able to rest his head on his lap, but he didn't understand why.
Xia Li has been acting rather strange lately.
Xia Li didn't want to let him use her lap as a pillow. It felt tingly and numb; her legs almost didn't belong to her anymore.
If it weren't for the fact that he kept trying to touch her legs, and she refused, knocking him away and running off into the street, where an empty car rushed towards her—it was Song Che who tackled her.
An empty car —
The car seemed to be unmanned, which contradicted the common sense that Song Che had taught her.
A car needs someone to drive it.
Of course, it's not because of that.
She only gave him her lap pillow because she saw him having nightmares.
I didn't specifically search online for how to help my boyfriend sleep well to find out that lap pillows can promote sleep.
Xia Li paced back and forth by the roadside, pursing her lips, like a tiger that had been provoked, surveying her territory.
I looked around.
No threat was found.
She looked around again.
Song Che thought Xia Li was really cute, wandering around there. She was pursing her lips, and her walking posture was tense, like Tom from Tom and Jerry. She didn't know who had upset her again.
He glanced down at his phone and suddenly realized something was wrong.
On the software map, the driver's position remains unchanged.
The display showed that the distance to the pick-up point was less than 300 meters, but when Song Che looked in that direction, he couldn't see the car at all.
Why do I feel a chill down my back?
Could it be that we've encountered something unclean?
"Xia Li, wait for me a moment, I'm going to take a look over there."
As Song Che spoke, he walked in the direction the driver had indicated.
Xia Li immediately followed.
After walking for a while, the distance had long exceeded three hundred meters. The road was completely empty; there wasn't a single car in sight.
Song Che suspected a software error and reset the location. The boarding point and driver icons remained in the same position.
My phone suddenly froze.
After the update, the new pick-up point completely overlapped with the driver's position.
Song Che frowned and dialed the driver's number.
"Master, are you on Heping Avenue in Taixi—" He glanced back at the road sign, "Is there a Chengcheng Hardware Store nearby?"
There was a voice on the other end of the phone. Thank goodness, at least it wasn't a paranormal event. "Yeah, I'm right here. Why don't I see you guys?"
"Are you sure?" Song Che looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight!
"Yes, I'm sure. There were probably too many people around, didn't you see it? My license plate number is—"
"Um, Master," Song Che interrupted him, asking a question, "What time is it where you are?"
"It's past one in the afternoon, what's wrong?"
"—It's nothing. Sorry, driver, we won't take this ride. I'll cancel the order online later." Song Che hung up the phone, his expression serious. "It seems like we—encountered a paranormal event."
Xia Li paused.
"Why don't we walk home?"
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"What did you say?"
"Let's walk home."
"I'll call another one and try." Song Che thought it might be a problem with the driver, or the software malfunctioning.
Walk home?
More than 100 kilometers? Are you kidding me?
A dozen minutes later, Song Che quieted down.
Today—it seems like I've really run into something strange.
He wasn't easily frightened, but now he and Xia Li were just ordinary people. If there really was something unclean, they wouldn't be able to escape. Besides, ghosts don't eat people, after all, ghosts were also transformed from humans.
He led Xia Li back, wanting to see if the hotel reception was still functioning properly.
If the front desk also changes, then there will be a big problem.
A few minutes later, the conclusion came out.
Good news: The receptionist is still there, yawning, she's not a ghost.
Bad news: It seems the two of them have traveled to a parallel world.
According to Song Che's understanding, explaining it through parallel worlds makes sense.
The world is largely the same, but the people and things within it have changed.
But how could someone call a driver from a different world?
When will China Unicom's signal be able to cross dimensions?
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He didn't believe it and called his mother.
Beep beep—No one answers.
Call Jiang Shuo.
Beep beep—still no one answers.
Call Zhang Hanyu.
Beep beep—it's working now.
This girl is probably up all night playing games again; she's wide awake right now, and the game sounds are blaring loudly over there.
"Hey Song Che, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Is it night where you are?
"Yeah, it's four o'clock. Just finished a game. What's up?"
"—It's okay, you can continue." Song Che hung up the phone, staring at his phone screen, feeling that the world had finally become something he couldn't understand.
One time was around 4 a.m., and the other was around 1 p.m.
This must be a dream!
Song Che decided to find an internet cafe; he figured they'd still be open at this hour. After walking for a while, he checked the time—it was 4:30.
It was still dark and I couldn't see very well, but there were definitely people going in and out of the internet cafe in front of me.
"Holy crap, who the hell dug a hole in the middle of the road?!"
Xia Li was furious, a fury born of being mocked. She had watched helplessly as Song Che died, unable to understand why or stop it.
The guy hiding in the shadows—was deliberately provoking her.
I can't protect the people I want to protect.
This is an insult to Her Highness the Witch.
Protecting Song Che was initially a contractual obligation, but now, she would do it even without a contract.
But she was powerless to do anything about it.
There is no magic, no enchantment.
Xia Li clenched her fists, feeling more anger than helplessness and sadness.
She could have protected him. If her magic were still intact, she would never have allowed that guy to be so arrogant.
Xia Li is actually quite quick to anger.
Xia Li decided that she would not let Song Che go out today.
"Song Che, I'll put you to sleep tonight."
"But it's getting light, and we still have to go to the orphanage—"
"I'll lull you to sleep!"
"Fine, you can coax me—but please don't hit me!"
I won't hit you.
"Can I brush my teeth first? My mouth feels uncomfortable. Can I go to sleep after I'm done brushing?"
"----OK."
Xia Li decided that she must stay by Song Che's side at all times today and protect him.
"You are not allowed to leave my side."
"—Oh. But why?"
"Don't ask."
"Xia Li, you look so fierce."
"Xia Li, you don't need to tie me to the bed with rope, do you? I don't like that—and don't tie it too tightly, it'll be impossible to untie. I, I'm calling for help."
"To prevent you from committing suicide."
"I never thought about committing suicide!"
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"I'll listen to you, I'll listen to everything you say—but don't hit me on the head."
Xia Li decided that she would find out and take down the mastermind behind it all.
"Xia Li, why is your face so red?"
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"I'm fine."
"You look fierce, are you planning to kill someone?"
"I'm fine."
"Your face is even redder, and your fists are clenched." Song Che reflected for a moment, "Did I—make you angry again?"
He knew that Xia Li was truly desperate now.
"How about, Your Highness, you punch me to vent your anger?"
Xia Li decided that she would never hit Song Che again.
She could now clearly feel two emotions surging in her chest.
Angry, sad.
She was furious, her anger level was at its maximum, and she felt like she could punch a dragon to death right now.
She wasn't a weak girl; she was a princess. She refused to be mocked like this and would never see Song Che die again.
Because Song Che treated her well.
boom--
An aura erupted from her body; it wasn't powerful, but it was undeniably present.
"Your Highness—you suddenly started using cheat codes without even giving me a heads-up—"
Song Che was on the verge of death, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Xia Li was so angry she almost cried.
But she couldn't cry because she was very angry.
However, there is good news.
When she was so angry that she wanted to kill a dragon, some of the lost magic returned.
His skill level is not comparable to that of a great mage, but he seems to be able to use the most basic spells.
She speculated that if she had gotten even angrier—would she have recovered more?
This speculation is completely unfounded and purely the wild thoughts of someone blinded by anger. She felt that she was already so angry that she was dizzy and disoriented.
If I keep getting angry, I'm afraid I'll anger myself to death first.
But with this little bit of magic, it feels completely different.
She sensed the presence of another magician.
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This must be the mastermind behind it all.
Regardless of the other party's purpose, Xia Li decided to find out.
Xia Li was certain that as long as she recovered a little magic power, she could slowly return to her peak, and then she would find the mastermind behind it all, make it apologize, and then kill it.
She's going to find it now.
"Xia Li, you said you wanted to go out and play?"
"Um."
"Xia Li, you seem to know Taixi very well."
Xia Li was certain that the last time was a mistake. She didn't have a strong feeling about the mastermind behind it. It was just that it must have set up a magical barrier here. She and Song Che were at a disadvantage, so they were tricked by it again.
Xia Li made a solemn vow.
"Xia Li, why is your face still so red?" Song Che paused. "Strange, why did I say 'repay'?"
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Xia Li decided to let it go for now.
She wanted to do something else first.
"Song Che, what wish do you have that you haven't fulfilled? I'll help you realize it."
"A wish?" Song Che paused. "Your Highness, what's wrong? You look so tired. Would you like to rest?"
"I'm not tired. Tell me your wish."
"————Okay." Song Che saw Xia Li clench her fist and slowly said, "I want to play with Xia Li, watch movies, play games, play volleyball at the beach, go on vacation, travel—in short, I have many wishes."
"We've seen the movie before."
"Yes, but that's only one or two. I want to watch every single one with Xia Li." Song Che looked at Xia Li's face. "Your Highness, you look like you're about to cry—did someone bully you?"
"I'm fine. Let's watch a movie first, somewhere before the afternoon."
"Before this afternoon?"
Xia Li bought popcorn, drinks, that scarf, and lots of delicious food.
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"Xia Li, how do you have money to buy things?"
"The red envelope that Auntie gave me last time."
"You brought it with you?"
"Um."
Xia Li helped Song Che sit down, watched a movie, gave him popcorn and candy. Afterwards, she took him to the arcade to play video games and to the sports hall to play basketball.
Song Che suddenly hugged Xia Li, "Your Highness, have you experienced this many times before?"
"----I."
"His Highness didn't bring his red envelope at all, and you haven't seen this movie either, but you haven't asked me any questions. His Highness always looks down at the time, and His Highness is very familiar with Taixi—His Highness has always been very concerned about me, His Highness is always alert to his surroundings, pursing his lips—most importantly, His Highness doesn't play video games—" Song Che cupped her face, "I'm going to die, right? You're saving me, right—"
Xia Li didn't say anything.
Song Che paused for a moment, then said, "I like you so much, Xia Li."