That night, Song Yingsheng still slept on the ground.

On the mat, Song Yingsheng, who had a quilt, looked over there, turned his back to Yun Hu'an, and began to think about his plan for tomorrow.

Of course, he wanted to go a step further. He needed to do things step by step. He could not be too impatient. After reaching a certain level, things would come naturally.

So, why not think about what to do tomorrow with Gu An.

For example......watch a movie? Although I don't know what's good about it recently, after I arrive, just choose whatever I want.

Or, if you eat, although there is nothing particularly delicious nearby, you can also take Yun Hu'an to eat.

No, wait, why has it become that third thing again? Can't I have any new ideas when I eat, watch movies and go shopping?

But forget it. Anyway, she has known each other for so long, and she knows what kind of person I am. Just like that, let's do it...

In the Buddhist thoughts, Song Yingsheng made a random plan and fell asleep unknowingly.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by Yun Hu'an. The girl patted his cheek, pinched his face, and shook his head again, as if it was a unique human alarm clock.

"Wake up, Brother Yingsheng."

Song Yingsheng, who was pinched into a small round face by the girl, looked at Yun Hu'an in front of him with sleepy eyes: "What time is it now?"

"It's half past five."

"Five:30???" Song Yingsheng was stunned: "Why did you ask me to get up so early? Do you want to run in the morning? But you don't have to do it so early!"

"I'm afraid my aunt will find out." Yun Huan pushed him, but found that he couldn't push Song Yingsheng: "Do you want your aunt to find out that you woke up in my room?"

"That's pretty good, just tell her about our relationship." Song Yingsheng fell on the bed again, stretched out his hand to Yun Hu'an: "Besides, aren't you sleepy? Keep sleeping together."

"At this time, I will answer you with what you said to me before, it will definitely be the next time." Yun Huan tried to pull Song Yingsheng again, but couldn't pull it, so he had to kick him hard on the back.

"No, a few more massages will be very good." However, Song Yingsheng had an enjoyable expression on his face, so he made Yun Huan, who wanted to use force a little, and said a little indignantly:

"Then do you really want your aunt to know?"

"Why not?" Song Yingsheng, who was lying, stretched out his hand and pulled Yun Hu'an's arm to the standing one: "Forget it, why not do that, I'll tell you a secret."

"What." Yun Huan was a little confused and squatted down. Song Yingsheng asked her to get closer to her ears, then stretched her front body, stretched her arms towards Yun Huan's thin waist, and kissed her gently, then kissed Yun Huan's lips.

"This is called Morning  Kiss." After about a few seconds, Song Yingsheng let go of Yun Hu'an, who was flushed on his face. The girl breathed and couldn't help but say, "Why are you thinking about these all day long? Also, your mouth is so bad!"

"It's like this if you don't brush your teeth." Song Yingsheng looked indifferent: "And, it's because I like you that I think about these things every day."

"If you like me, I should listen to me and get up quickly!"

"Then it's as you wish, Huan." Song Yingsheng didn't want to care about any manners in front of the girl. He stretched lazily, then lay straight from the bed and looked at Yun Huan: "By the way, have you brushed your teeth? Have you eaten?"

"It must be brushed, it's not like you. If you don't brush your teeth, come and kiss me..." Yun Hu'an felt a little disappointed: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet, so I can cook later."

"No, I should be feeding you." Song Yingsheng stood up, packed up the sheets, and walked into the bathroom. At this time, Yun Hu'an suddenly realized what Song Yingsheng wanted to say, his cheeks turned red, and he sighed in his heart: Why are he thinking about these things again?

But I actually understood it in a flash. Does it mean that I am no longer simple?

Yun Huan rubbed his face.

On the other side, Song Yingsheng, who had brushed his teeth in front of the mirror and rinsed his mouth, looked at the small words in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Do you enter the toilet copy? The number of accesses today is: 3"

This is really like a death-seeking call. When you come to your hometown, you can still see the system prompts, which is true that Song Yingsheng did not expect.

He couldn't help asking, "Is the system? As long as I arrive in any bathroom in the morning, I can see it?"

[Yes, of course, you can also refuse and continue to accompany your little girlfriend.] The system seemed a little kind for some reason and did not urge him to complete the copy.

"Yes..." Song Yingsheng glanced outside the door: "Then try it."

"Anyway, it won't take much time."

So he wanted to nod, but suddenly he thought of something and asked, "System, am I the protagonist in it?"

He suddenly thought of something.

[The protagonist is not born, you have to struggle to become. This is your destiny, but you can also give up. Maybe someone else will do it for you?]

"What... do you all like to say so chaotic?" After hearing the system's words, Song Yingsheng felt that he didn't understand anything at all: "Forget it, anyway, my goal is to help the guerrillas win. After establishing this, you don't have to worry anymore."

Then, he nodded forward, his body and thoughts moved, and he came to another world.

Song Yingsheng first saw Luther. Luther pointed to the box next to him and said, "Do you still remember our plan? Go in, I hope they won't investigate."

Luther's idea was to let Song Yingsheng hide in a box with a large number of letters, and then escape from the prison with his eyes mixed with his eyes.

But Song Yingsheng knew that the guerrillas would definitely fail in the end, because his special forces commander, the Excellency Liste, who was guarding the prison exit, would choose not to believe him and go to check the box.

The thing that happened was that Luther died in battle and Song Yingsheng committed suicide. After thinking about this, Song Yingsheng felt that there must be another plan.

He said to Luther: "I'm still worried that we will be discovered. Is there no other exit in the prison?"

"No..." Luther understood his concerns, but could only shake his head: "There is only one exit, which is also our only way."

"What about sewers or something? Isn't there?" Thinking of the science fiction copy, Song Yingsheng couldn't help asking: "If there is no, what about the vent?"

"Well...you say that, it seems to be true." Luther thought for a moment: "The prison is actually surrounded by rivers, and you can imagine it to be the kind of moat in the ancient Eastern Kingdom."

"It provides the water and so on that needed in prison, so there must be a big channel to let the water flow through, but the problem is, do you have the ability to go through those places? I'm afraid you will die of hypoxia."

"You don't have to worry about this." Song Yingsheng smiled confidently: "From childhood, people have called me Big Lung King, and there is absolutely no problem."

"But I still think that my plan is safer, and they will not check me under normal circumstances..." Luther was still a little doubtful.

"But what if I check it!" At this moment, Song Yingsheng was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he used his spiritual control ability: "My plan is the only one who takes risks compared to yours. Do you understand what I mean?"
Chapter completed!