Chapter 257 Will Sakura Fubuki win?
On the other side of the pavilion, a couple’s quarrel was getting louder and louder.
They seemed to be arguing over an umbrella.
The originally peaceful shelter was instantly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
"Do you really have to go back to school at this time? Can't you wait until the rain is lighter?"
The boy frowned, his tone filled with impatience.
"I have an exam tomorrow morning and my review materials are all in the dormitory!"
The girl stamped her feet anxiously, "Didn't you say you brought an umbrella? Take it out now!"
The boy then reluctantly took out a folding umbrella from his bag.
The girl took the umbrella and was about to open it, but found that the umbrella cloth had cracked and the ribs were shaky.
"This...what is this?"
The girl looked at the umbrella in her hand in disbelief, her voice trembling, "You just prepared such a broken umbrella for me?"
"Isn't it just an umbrella? It's enough to keep out the rain. Why bother?" The boy looked disapproving and his tone was full of perfunctory.
"Shelter from the rain? With this broken umbrella?"
The girl pushed hard and the ribs of the umbrella immediately broke into several pieces. "You call this protection from the rain?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? This umbrella is obviously fake! It's so low quality that it breaks if you touch it!"
The girl's voice was filled with undisguised anger, "I can't even go back to school now!"
"How dare you say that? The bag you gave me a few days ago was fake, the perfume was fake, and now even the umbrella is fake!"
The girl's voice became more and more agitated, and her emotions became more intense. "Is everything you gave me fake?"
"Every time you go shopping and see something you like, you always say it's too expensive and you can't afford it. But do you know?"
"I'd rather you give me nothing than receive these false gifts!"
The boy seemed a little impatient, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes wandering:
"What's wrong with a fake one? Doesn't it look the same as the real one? Besides, the real thing is so expensive, wouldn't it be a lot cheaper to buy a fake one?"
These understated words completely ignited the girl's anger:
"Save money? Is that how you view our relationship?"
"No wonder you always give me gifts without sincerity. It turns out you don't take me seriously at all!"
"Fake is fake. No matter how real it is, it cannot change the fact that it is fake!"
The girl's voice began to tremble, and her eyes gradually turned red.
"You're telling me to compromise now? Everything in this world can be compromised, except love!"
"This fake umbrella of yours has made it so that I can't even go back to school now! Will you be responsible for tomorrow's exam?"
"What's even more ridiculous is that you don't even feel sorry at all and are still telling me to just make do with it?"
Her voice was filled with tears, and every word was filled with disappointment and pain:
"I don't care about the value of the gift, but I care about your intention."
"But what about you? You can't even give me this basic sincerity!"
As the quarrel became more and more intense, the animation camera slowly moved forward and gave a close-up of Feiying.
Her eyes were a little dazed, as if the quarrel had brought back some memories that she didn't want to recall.
A complex expression appeared on that delicate little face, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and it was unknown what she was thinking.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops hit the glazed tiles of the pavilion, making dense noises.
Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, and the pale light illuminated the dark night, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The sound of rain grew louder, but it still couldn't cover up the quarrel between the lovers.
The confrontation between the boy and the girl continued, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
"You don't know what sincerity is! You only care about money and how to save money!"
The girl tightly grasped the broken umbrella, her voice filled with deep disappointment.
"Since you care so much about money, let's break up! It will save you the trouble of spending money on me every day!"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the pavilion froze instantly.
The boy was obviously so angry that his face turned red:
"Okay! Let's break up! At worst I can find another one. There are plenty of girlfriends like you anyway!"
"Do you think you're the only one who's being hypocritical? You're always fussing over truth and falsehood? I've had enough of that!"
After hearing these words, the girl couldn't bear it any longer.
She threw the broken umbrella hard at the boy's face, tears finally burst out, and she turned around and rushed into the pouring rain.
There is a road not far from the pavilion, which is the only way back to school.
The girl ignored the heavy rain and ran towards the road in the puddles.
Her back looked particularly thin in the rain, her clothes were soaked by the rain and stuck tightly to her body.
At this moment, a black car suddenly rushed out from the rain.
The glaring car lights drew two beams of light in the rainy night, illuminating the girl's frightened face.
The slippery road made the brakes completely ineffective, and the wheels slipped on the ground, making a screeching noise.
The car drove straight towards the girl, and the tires made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground.
At this critical moment, the picture suddenly froze.
Accompanied by a sharp brake sound, the animation came to an abrupt end, leaving behind this thrilling scene.
The entire pavilion fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground and the faint rumble of thunder in the distance.
The moment the picture freezes, the animated short ends.
The game returned to normal perspective, and Sakura Fubuki regained control of Hiura.
That shocking scene seems to be still before our eyes, making it difficult for us to calm down for a long time.
The atmosphere in the pavilion was still heavy, as if even the air had frozen.
Except for the sound of the dripping rain, everything seemed exceptionally quiet.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glazed tiles was becoming more and more frequent.
But Sakura Fubuki has been slow to take the next step.
She just stared quietly at Feiying in the picture, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"I don't know if you guys understand it, but I think I do."
After a long time, Sakura Fubuki slowly spoke, her tone carrying an unprecedented heaviness:
"First of all, there must be some metaphorical meaning here."
"Just like the umbrella that the boy gave me, it doesn't really matter whether the umbrella is fake or not. The key is that his intentions are fake."
"That boy never felt that there was anything wrong with him from the beginning to the end."
"In his eyes, as long as the fake goods are usable, he doesn't care about the girl's feelings at all."
"He used cheap copies to perfunctorily deal with this relationship."
"He considers saving money more important than love, but he still confidently says 'as long as it works'."
"This perfunctory and indifferent attitude is the root cause of the tragedy."
"And isn't Feiying doing the same thing now?"
"Isn't she also slowly taking the fake as real, without even realizing it?"
"We all know that the spiritual world is fake, but Feiying is immersed in it and regards the illusory world as real."
"What's the essential difference between this and the boy who was satisfied with the fake goods?"
At this point, Sakura Fubuki's voice suddenly became more serious:
"If she doesn't realize her mistake sooner, wake up from this illusion in time, and always treat the spiritual world as the real world..."
"This is definitely a disaster for our real friends and real Tao Yao!"
"Just like what happened to that girl in the end, indulging in illusions will only lead to tragedy!"
"What's even scarier is that time in reality won't wait for her."
"The longer she lives in the spiritual world, the easier it is for her to lose herself. In the end, she may not even be able to return to reality!"
Halfway through her words, Sakura Fubuki suddenly froze.
She seemed to have thought of something, and her tone suddenly changed, with a bit of panic:
"No...wait! If we follow this inference, if Feiying remains unconscious, wouldn't it really lead to tragedy?"
"Am I really going to be slapped in the face? I didn't really guess the direction of the plot correctly, did I?"
"Doesn't that mean that this game is really going to have a big reversal?"
"If Feiying persists in her mistake, she will really..."
Thinking that she might be forced to participate in a social death challenge, Sakura Fubuki suddenly panicked.
Her voice began to tremble:
"No! I absolutely don't want to do this! I don't want to be socially dead in the live broadcast room!"
"I was hoping this version would end sweetly! I can't be wrong!"
When I saw Sakura Fubuki's reaction, I didn't know if it was an act.
At this time, the barrage in the live broadcast room naturally gave different opinions:
"Fuck! Don't say that! Xuegou's analysis makes a lot of sense!"
"It's really scary when you think about it! This plot really has a lot of hidden secrets!"
"That's right! If Feiying continues to be immersed in illusion and doesn't wake up, she will definitely end up like the girl in the short film..."
"In that case, isn't this short film a warning? Reminding Feiying not to indulge in illusions?"
"Damn! The plot design of this game is too detailed! Even details like this are foreshadowed!"
"This scene makes me feel so sad. I know it's a game, but I still can't help feeling sad..."
"By the way, if Xuegou really guessed it right, then wouldn't the social death challenge be a foregone conclusion?"
"Damn it! I'm so confused! I want to see a sweet plot, but I also want to see the death of the snow dog. What should I do?"
"I hope Feiying can figure it out quickly and not really go down that path of no return..."
"That's right! If you keep going like this, you might actually die!"
"Although I'm looking forward to seeing Snow Dog die, I still hope there will be a happy ending..."
"This game's plot is too cruel! Even this kind of metaphor is used!"
Looking at the constantly scrolling comments in the live broadcast room, Sakura Fubuki curled her lips.
The dense discussions were all analyzing the meaning of this plot. Some people felt distressed by the plot, while others couldn't wait to see her social demise.
The tangled atmosphere made Sakura Fubuki want to ease it.
She glanced at the audience's heated discussion and then adjusted her mindset.
"But don't worry, the story isn't over yet. Don't think too much about it, it's just an animated clip after all."
"Maybe the girl can still be saved. What if there's a chance of a turnaround in the end? After all, this kind of plot isn't impossible."
"Besides, the game production team can't possibly end this plot right here, right? Anyway, let's move on with the plot and see what happens next."
As she spoke, Sakura Fubuki started to control the keyboard and mouse in front of her.
She asked Feiying to take small steps to Taoyao and press the F key to start the conversation.
This short film obviously left a deep impression on Taoyao.
She looked solemn in the picture, and her beautiful eyes stayed in the direction of the accident, as if she was recalling something.