The people in their dormitory went from room to room, inciting the students to skip military training together. Surprisingly, they succeeded.
Of course, it was only the boys.
Later, that guy, relying on his good relationship with the instructor, escaped punishment. All the students in the grade who skipped military training were punished. They had to run around the playground ten times. After running, everyone collapsed.
The mastermind ran twenty laps.
Even Finn Alvarez couldn't help scolding that guy for being a jerk.
The few of them finally went back, their legs trembling, supporting each other. When they pushed open the dormitory door, Ryder was sitting with his legs crossed, playing games, with half a piece of iced watermelon beside him.
When he saw them coming back, he raised his eyebrows and asked them.
"Exhausted?"
He laughed, "You guys are really weak."
Aren't you annoyed by this?
In the end, the military training still had to continue.
"All freshmen, come down and assemble immediately. Do you not want your military training credits? You have five minutes to gather on the playground. The class monitor will take attendance. The consequences will be at your own risk if anyone is absent."
There are seven dormitory apartments in Harvard University.
The message reached everyone at the same time, ensuring its delivery.
Countless students huddled in the dormitory buildings realized the seriousness of the matter. They cursed and put on their clothes, running downstairs, fearing that if they were a step slower, they would be punished.
At that time, the murder mystery game in 604 had entered the final voting stage, and they were in the post - revelation sage time.
In order to maintain the atmosphere of the murder mystery game, the four of them were all wearing headphones and had their microphones on. Although they were face - to - face, they communicated through voice.
So, none of the four heard the last whistle and reminder.
Their focus was on something else at this time -
- The murderer was Aria.
"I really didn't expect it. I really, really didn't expect it. Damn it, the murderer turned out to be Aria."
"I suspected everyone present, even the AI - like character, but I never suspected that it was Mengmeng who killed. Mengmeng is so cute!"
(Mengmeng was Aria's character in the game.)
Sophie, who was the only one who voted for the right character and was voted out, was completely dispirited, "Cuteness is her protective color."
Aria smiled and said, "Yes, what Yueyue said is right."
She opened her phone and showed the character, on which the words "Successfully escaped" were displayed.
And in the final murderer vote, it was also Sophie's character.
The murderer couldn't vote for themselves.
Oli was also dispirited. She was angry, "Damn it!"
"Airy!" She pretended to hold Aria's neck, "I trusted you so much and firmly stood by your side. But in the end, I was a tool person from beginning to end, and you were flirting with another guy behind my back!"
Olivia sighed, "It's fate."
"This story is really outrageous. I said why there would be someone who would fall for such a scumbag, and they were all top - notch beauties. But it turned out to be a phone. This is really something."
"Outrageous, extremely outrageous."
That's right, none of the four guessed the real story.
This script was just a story about a man and a smartphone.
When the four of them clicked on the story synopsis just now, they were so stunned that it took them a long time to recover.
The general idea was:
With the progress of technology, mobile phones became more intelligent. The beta version released could gradually transform into a girlfriend that met the owner's requirements according to the owner's personal needs. And those that were returned were equivalent to discarded data, to be erased and thrown into the trash or recycled.
It was actually quite similar to a holographic game.
The playboy's girlfriends were the data he discarded, and the deceased was the one that was erased.
This was the story that unfolded.
Aria had to admire the brain hole of the author who wrote this murder mystery game. Who could have guessed this?
The four of them, immersed in the memory of the murder mystery game, were discussing heatedly and excitedly.
"Mengmeng talked little and was quiet all the way. She was a beautiful girl. Who could have thought that she was actually the new data that replaced the deceased?"
"Although it's just a phone, it doesn't mean the guy isn't a scumbag. Look at how fickle he is, changing his preferences all the time. He would be a scumbag in real life too."
"Exactly!"
"Laughing to death. The comment section of this murder mystery game is full of complaints about this story, and some people said that Mengmeng was really good at acting."
"Some people were voted out at the beginning. Hahaha..."
Aria listened to them with a smile, took off the headphones from her ears, put them away, and rubbed her slightly sore ears.
Just as she was about to say something, her phone vibrated.
She looked down.
It was a friend request.
When she saw the avatar, she was stunned for a moment.
The avatar was very simple.
It was just a completely black picture with no color. And in the note box of the friend request, it said:
Ryder.
This was why she was stunned.
She only had Ryder's QQ, which she guessed from someone else's space by chance. But Instagram has high confidentiality, and she couldn't find him through others.
During these days of getting along, she didn't find an opportunity to ask him for his Instagram either.
Actually, she just didn't think of it.
She never expected that Ryder would add her first.
She stared at the initial of the name in confusion for a while, then her fair and slightly cool fingertips swiped across the screen and clicked "Accept".
Soon, an Instagram message popped up.
"You have passed Ryder Kensington's friend verification request. Now you can start chatting."
Aria stared at this page, hesitating whether to take the initiative to say hello to him. Maybe he had something...
But then it showed "Typing..."
Aria blinked.
It seemed that he really had something to talk to her about.
She sent a "?"
The "Typing..." above suddenly disappeared.
But in a few seconds, it appeared again. Soon, the other party sent a message.
「Ryder Kensington」: Where are you?
Aria was puzzled. Who was he referring to?
After they had lunch at noon, they didn't seem to have an appointment to go somewhere or do something in the afternoon, right?
This question made it seem like she had stood him up.
「Aria Winslow」:?
「Aria Winslow」: What do you mean?
「Ryder Kensington」:.
「Ryder Kensington」: Where are you?
「Aria Winslow」: I'm in the dormitory.
Was he just too bored?
After thinking for a while, she added another sentence.
「Aria Winslow」: I'm playing a murder mystery game with my roommates in the dormitory. Do you want to play with us?
「Ryder Kensington」: …
「Aria Winslow」: I can invite you?
On the playground.
Ryder looked at the words on the screen and was so angry that he laughed. Fine.
The little girl has got some guts, huh?
Not coming to military training and gathering in the dormitory to play a murder mystery game?
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, crushed the lollipop with a crunch, turned the phone upside down on the table, and covered his face to laugh.
You'll cry later.
**
Aria really wanted to cry.
Not only Aria, but the other three were also on the verge of crying at this time.
At this moment, in front of the podium.
The four people who had hastily changed into their military training uniforms and rushed over had expressions of depression and numbness, like a few wilted plants.
Aria was completely dumbfounded.
How could someone be so engrossed in a game that they didn't hear the commotion of so many people going downstairs?
Oh, it must be because they lived on the sixth floor.