“Jade, help me charge my phone…”
I wiped my hair as I walked out of the bedroom, almost yelling without thinking about it until I saw the empty bedroom and then suddenly remembered – she’d been thrown out of the house by me in a fit of rage for two days.
“…… to power it up.”
I just comically filled in the sentence to myself, the last three words like a tape recorder that had suddenly lost its power, the tone slipping for a moment.
I went to turn on the computer in order to do the project planning, originally did not want to open MSN, but then thought: Someone has been set to refuse to answer the user by my 54BS plus mobile phone number for two days. Isn’t it… a little bit? Excessive?
I opened my phone to look through the nearly 50 text messages all from one person. It was actually quite sincere, despite the content…
[I didn’t mean to stalk you. I just wanted to check up on you and I could go back with you on the way.]
[I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable knowing I was there, so I borrowed the wig…]
[That man’s got peachy eyes. He’s definitely not a good person! You see, he tried to touch your hand when you first met…. >o<]
[I know it’s my fault, but I actually helped you a lot! Think about it: You have to be unfortunate for you to follow a man who can’t stand temptation!]
[Hey, you don’t really like that guy, do you? What are you looking at? You like him better than you like me…]
With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I logged on to MSN, the window popped up in a flash, and the content was instantly clear to me – as were the messages.
Just as I was about to continue with 54+BS, she suddenly sent me a file called “Sorry”. I hesitated for a moment but finally felt that it was better not to be too unreasonable, so I clicked it.
As it turns out, people still can’t be too soft-hearted….T_T
As soon as the file opened, her cryptic face popped up violently, causing me to think I had accidentally started a video~~~, and a closer look revealed that it was a photo of her, with a small dialog box on it.
________ (please fill in “I forgive you”)
…… I swear I’ve never seen such a retarded copycat widget! What a crying shame! So I immediately typed “fuck you” and sent!
[snap] and another crying face pops up, along with the previous one, taking up a small portion of my screen.
Yes, as you may have guessed…. it is an infinite loop program.
I’m not happy, I’m really not happy, but I can’t even find “start” when the screen is filled with more and more crying faces, and I can’t restart the computer without saving the project.
A huge grinning version that almost took up the entire screen instantly replaced those crying faces. I took a closer look – X! There’s a dialog box!
[Do you love me?]
________ (You can guess the answer to that one yourself ^^)
&* (&#@#$@……&This dead man!!!! It’s dizzying!!! I’ve paced back and forth like a headless fly for a full seven rounds, yet I’m still delirious with dizziness and a feverish heart rate – this joke is too reckless, isn’t it? Only an irresponsible punk girl like her could have done it!
But, but, why is… my heart racing?
Calm down! Calm down! I took seven deep breaths in the same spot before I could sit down and face her deadpan smile relatively calmly.
Well, anyway, she won’t receive anything I write here. And God knows what kind of weird stuff she’ll come up with to torment my computer if I don’t write…
[I love you] Send.
—> pop up, [I love you too ^^]
There’s also a picture of her pouting her lips like a pig’s mouth1, but this time there’s finally no dialog box, so that’s the end of it, thank goodness…
I’m finally relieved, but after I’m relieved I feel a little bit lost, lost but a little bit happy. Then soon after I was happy I started worrying, worrying… but feeling sweet…
It’s over, I’m finally having a nervous breakdown from being tossed around by her! 0_0
1 Pucker up ladies because more kisses are coming… I hope…
One thought on “0”
Wow. Did Jade just– hacked her way into Laure’s heart? Hahha. A top in attack mode sure is scary.
My little heart can’t take this and I’m just a passerby reading this ah. Poor Laure.