Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1172 Literary Club

Although Zuo Xi's strength as a "player" is similar to Bai Sha's, Lin Yu understands that in terms of uncontrollability, Zuo Xi's memories and soul fragments are definitely more "troublesome".

After all, Lin Yu had witnessed that 3% of Lin Zhao's soul was in the gray area, which was enough to secretly resist the central authorities, disobey the orders of the central authorities, and join forces with Lu Xiao to send himself into the mirror world.

Although they did not directly resist the central authorities, in Lin Yu's opinion, it was already outrageous enough.

Now that it is his turn to play the role of keeping other people's soul fragments, Lin Yu has to be wary of such things happening.

Although the soul fragments he obtained were less than one thousandth and could be "self-healed", they could not be considered "cut off" and were much smaller than Lin Zhao's soul.

In addition, Lin Zhao used a special method to allow 3% of the soul to have self-will. This technology sounds very exclusive and not something that everyone can master.

But Lin Yu also has self-knowledge - the souls of these people are not 3% of Lin Zhao, but he is not a central agency either.

He had to be on his guard.

After all, Bandura just hopes to encounter more setbacks and become stronger quickly, Baisha only sees himself as a walking bounty, and Qianhuan is even considered a friendly unit.

But zoxifenac and fluoxetine are different.

These two guys are too "curious" about themselves!

And they are both really smart.

So Lin Yu must be on guard... What if there are some traps left in the incomplete self-awareness within their souls?

Even when their souls and memories were separated, they felt like they were offering a sacrifice to the "evil god"...

But Lin Yu could know their situation at that time.

When Bandura and Qianhuan separated their memories and souls, there was a sense of "cutting off the tail to survive".

Baisha, on the other hand, hopes to gain some benefits from the evil god.

Zuo Xi was different. This guy just seemed to be...impatient with the noise.

But compared to fluoxetine, Zuo Xi's attitude seemed somewhat "safer" to Lin Yu.

Because Fluoxetine also showed great curiosity about this unknown "evil god"!

"Anyway... we need to be extra careful with the memories of these two guys from now on."

When Lin Yu entered Zuo Xi's memory, he immediately felt the feedback from the [Ancient Notes].

This "writer" lady's memory is much more complete than others.

The amount of information contained in her memory is almost the sum of Bandura, Qianhuan, and Baisha.

The memories that Lin Yu received were not chosen by them.

This means...

"This guy has a better memory than others."

He could also clearly feel that the scene in Zuo Xi's memory was more vivid at this moment.

This is a scene within the campus, and the scope alone is much larger than others.

The students walking on the street are as lively as those in Yudu Zhongxu reconstructed by Lin Yuyong's memory.

This number of "lively passers-by" is beyond the memory of others.

and……

As soon as Lin Yu entered other people's memories, he could feel a certain "atmosphere".

Qianhuan's warmth, Bandura's depression, and Baisha's joy are mixed with helplessness.

However, at this moment, although he was already in Zuo Xi's memory, Lin Yu could not feel the "basic tone and atmosphere" of Zuo Xi's memory.

just like……

Zuo Xi's memory seemed to be stored truthfully and objectively in her mind.

Memories are subjective and inevitably highly emotional – it’s difficult for a person’s mind to store a memory without bias.

Only Lin Yu's own memories of observing others and using them as his "performance material" have this characteristic.

But Zuo Xi is not an actor, and she obviously doesn't need to act.

Moreover, this memory was probably not something she observed, but rather her own personal experience.

However, considering that Zuo Xi's profession is a writer, and a best-selling author at that, Lin Yu had a vague feeling.

"Could it be that this guy used his own personal experience as material for his writing?"

With such speculation, Lin Yu quickly found where Zuo Xi was.

……

The time after school and before evening self-study.

The last class of Grade 16 of Chengdu Shu University Affiliated Middle School this afternoon was geography, a class that never lasts after class. As soon as the school bell rang, the students left the teaching building one after another.

Either go to the cafeteria, go home to eat, go to the canteen, go to club activities, or play ball - in short, everyone has their own place to go.

Within ten minutes, the entire classroom became empty, with only Zuo Xi left.

The second semester is almost over, and Zuo Xi still hasn't made any friends.

Even when she met classmates on the street, she would not say hello - in this class and this school, she seemed like a transparent background board.

However, this no longer matters to Zuo Xi.

"It's better than junior high school."

Zuo Xi thought.

She didn't plan to go out for dinner because the food in the school cafeteria was not delicious and the snack street outside the school was not healthy.

The calories consumed today are enough, and time is precious. Zuo Xi now wants to consume some "spiritual food".

She took out a sample of the monthly magazine that the literary club had just printed this month from the drawer.

Although Shu University Affiliated High School is a key middle school and the teaching tasks are naturally very heavy, it is not a school with endless high pressure.

On the contrary, as the most famous model school in the city and even the province, this middle school has carried out quality education very well, and has a rich variety of sports competitions, holiday parties, and club activities.

Except for students who are preparing for the college entrance examination in the second semester of their senior year, all other students can enjoy some colorful campus activities in addition to their studies.

Even Zuo Xi joined the literary club.

However, she did not join the literary club just to enjoy campus life.

To be precise, Zuo Xi had only one motive for joining literature.

She flipped open the monthly magazine sample, skipping over the whining youth novels, pretentious essays, pedantic ancient poems, and modern poems that were like unburnable garbage. She found a short story in the middle whose author was "Meng Yang" and started reading it immediately.

This article is completely different from the articles written by other guys in the monthly magazine. The depth of the article and the concise and powerful words and sentences all reveal that the writer does not treat literature as a joke like others do.

Although Zuo Xi has never officially published any works and mostly serves as a reviewer, proofreader and planner in the literary club, she believes in her own level of appreciation.

Although this work still has some shortcomings compared to a true "literary classic", for example, the wording and sentence structure are sometimes too translated, probably because the author has read too many foreign literary works and has been influenced by them; and the depth of thought is indeed not profound enough, and sometimes one can see some student-like immaturity, and it lacks the weight that a literary work should have.

But... Zuo Xi knew that this was the work of a senior student from the same school who was only one year older than him.

In Zuo Xi's opinion, a seventeen-year-old high school student can write such things and can definitely be called a "literary genius."

This is why Zuo Xi joined the literary club.

She was really curious about this senior.