NABC Page 642
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She looked around in vain again; on either side were smooth, towering white walls, and in front and behind were impenetrable barbed wire fences.
The ability to remember is ineffective; the power is essentially sealed.
There is no choice.
She resignedly lowered her arms, which she had instinctively been protecting her chest.
He bent down and picked up the racket that had fallen to the ground.
We can only... follow the rules here.
The black swan took a deep breath and fixed its gaze on the mouse opposite it, which was wearing red underwear and was eager to try.
She bent down and picked up the rolling tennis ball.
The card on the chest of the simple robot referee flipped with a click.
[The match begins].
Black Swan held her breath, tossed the ball, swung her racket, and with fluid and elegant movements, unleashed a textbook-perfect opening shot.
During the movement, the unrestrained, full snow-capped peaks trembled and bounced violently, like two pieces of top-quality jelly.
If it were an ordinary male, it would probably have lost its mind long ago.
But as long as Qiong doesn't want to, the commotion in the House of Commons cannot interfere with the decisions of the House of Lords.
Moreover, he is capable of multitasking.
Playing ball while enjoying the view.
Facing the incoming ball, Qiong Jerry unleashed a swift backhand swing.
Small body, enormous power; the tennis ball, carrying scorching flames, whistled through the air, precisely grazing the edge of the racket that the Black Swan instinctively raised.
Under her bewildered and astonished gaze, the flames, like a persistent leech, instantly spread to the entire racket, burning it to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"..."
You call this tennis?!
The black swan stared wide-eyed.
Qiong Jerry crossed his legs with a natural expression.
You've already stolen the black hole tennis ball from the Prince of Tennis next door, haven't you?
"……Oh."
The black swan was so angry that it laughed.
"It seems that the normal rules of tennis don't need to be followed here?"
Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, a resolute glint in them. "Since that's the case..."
Black Swan swiftly grabbed three tennis balls from the iron net frame at the side of the court. With a series of swift swings, the three balls transformed into three afterimages, flying simultaneously towards the opposite side in a triangular formation with a sharp whooshing sound.
However, the little mouse opposite him simply shook his racket calmly, and with two swishes, the racket split into three.
He swung his racket with ease and grace.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Three muffled thuds followed as three tennis balls were precisely struck back at even more difficult angles.
This three-shot maneuver stunned the Black Swan.
That momentary hesitation cost her the chance to return the ball.
Three tennis balls, as if guided by their own eyes, struck her once again, one after another, hard against her proud, unadorned breasts.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
It rippled violently, the waves surged, and it blushed with an alluring red.
"Little one..."
Black Swan's voice lowered, carrying a hint of suppressed shame and anger, and her delicate face flushed crimson.
"Are you being too fixated on your choice of landing point!?"
Why the hell do you have to aim here?
I think even if I bear 1% of the responsibility, you bear 99% of it.
Qiong Jerry spread his little paws.
The gravitational waves were too strong.
"..."
hateful!
This unreasonable answer made Black Swan's chest heave violently with anger once again.
She was completely enraged and began to take the tennis match seriously.
But the more seriously she took it, the stronger the sense of suffocation and absurdity she felt became.
She tried a low serve to lure the mouse closer to the net, then suddenly hit a high lob shot into the corner of the opponent's backcourt.
Given the size and speed of a rat, it theoretically wouldn't have enough time to retreat and defend.
However, the other party did not run away at all!
The little paw holding the racket suddenly stretched out several meters like rubber, precisely catching the ball before it hit the ground.
Not only that.
Although she couldn't use her strength to access the memory space, her internal body could still provide a boost. Black Swan used her strength to hit the tennis ball off the court.
With the barbed wire blocking his way, he shouldn't have been able to catch the ball.
But the mouse managed to squeeze through the wire mesh amidst a series of sizzling cutting sounds. The whole mouse looked like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle cut by a laser. After catching the ball, it sizzled back through the wire mesh and returned to its original state.
Startled, the black swan attempted to mimic the penetrating motion, trying to leave the field.
The result was that he ended up with red marks all over his body, leaving alluring marks on his snow-white skin, making him even more tempting.
Qiong had to admit that this situation was a great test of a man's willpower.
Even with multiple female bodies, if he weren't in Jerry mode, he might actually have lost control.
Just when the black swan finally seized the opportunity and was about to score,
The brown mouse actually ran to the sideline of the court, stretched out its little paws, and moved the white line drawn on the ground as if it were pulling a rope.
The tennis ball that was originally going out of bounds landed inside the boundary!
"I……!"
Black Swan's hand gripping the racket was so tight that her knuckles turned white.
666!
So you're not even going to act anymore, huh?
Openly cheating!
Even with her refined temperament honed by life experiences, she was on the verge of collapse at this moment.
If she had a choice, she would rather go back to the terrifying, desolate depths of the underworld to be plucked or roasted by the flames of annihilation than endure this double torture of mind and body on this damned tennis court.
After an unknown amount of time, this long and absurd torment finally came to an end.
The victor is naturally—Qiong Jerry.
In the real world, the song has come to an end.
In the familiar pose, the black swan was held in Qiong's arms, her waist embraced.
She was drenched in sweat, her eyes were vacant and dull, her gaze unfocused, and a trickle of saliva even spilled uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a beautifully crafted doll that had been broken and discarded.
If he raises the peace sign again, he'll definitely be doing an ahegao (a type of Japanese expression).
"Beautiful lady~"
Qiong's voice carried just the right amount of concern as she helped the Memory Maker, who was being driven to despair by all sorts of bizarre actions, to a sofa booth.
"Are you alright? You don't look well."
His gaze was clear, as if he were genuinely only concerned about his dance partner.
Are my memories really that beautiful?
Qiong can transform into Jerry in any non-real dimension—dreams, mental spaces, the data world.
If you want to peek into his memories, you have to get past this first!
"Brother Qiong, I'm back! I brought you some snacks~"
Xiao Baixi, dressed in an exquisite blue and white dress, returned carrying two plates of tempting snacks.
Bai hope stopped in her tracks upon seeing the mature and charming purple-haired beauty beside Qiong, blinking her big eyes curiously.
"Who is this beautiful lady...?"
"This is Miss Black Swan."
Qiong introduced herself naturally, then turned slightly to bring her lips close to Xiaobaixi's small ear and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a mischievous smile.
"She just invited me to dance, Seele, you better keep an eye on me, this big sister... might just be lusting after your brother Qiong's body~"
The intimate whispers and warm breath instantly brought two blushes to Xiaobaixi's fair cheeks.
She shrank back shyly, but quickly realized what was happening:
"A black swan, that's not..."
Does Himeko know the Memoirs?
Before she could finish her sentence, Bai hope saw Qiong wink at her.
Xiao Baixi immediately swallowed the rest of her sentence.
Pinocchio is indeed a complex and difficult water for her to understand, and it hinders her at every turn, but she is by no means stupid!
Bai hope gave the black swan a pure, innocent, and endearing smile, just like an angel:
"Hello, Black Swan!"
"You... hello..."
Xiaobai's smile, which seemed to cleanse the soul, finally pulled the black swan back to its senses from its chaotic shock.
Focusing the gaze, what comes into view is the girl's pure and innocent sweetness and cuteness.
A thought, as instinctive as ever, began to churn in her weary mind.
Such a well-behaved, pure girl… surely her memories are a safe haven now? There can't be anything more…
The thought had barely formed when the black swan suddenly jolted awake.
No!
Once, twice, and a third time, but not a fourth!
We absolutely cannot continue to spy on each other like this!
Three consecutive bizarre and terrifying encounters have left a psychological scar on the elegant Black Swan.
She suppressed the surging fear and the urge to escape, forcing a weak smile onto her pale face, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly:
"I'm sorry... I suddenly remembered that I have some things to take care of, so I won't disturb you two from enjoying this wonderful ball. Goodbye."
Black Swan struggled to her feet, her body seemingly hollowed out, and swayed as she leaned against the back of her chair.
All she wants right now is to find a quiet place.
She never wants to dance again in her life!
If it weren't for her inner pride, she would have already covered her face and burst into tears on the spot.
She was just an ordinary memory user who came to Pinocchio to observe the battle between powerful beings. Why did she have to encounter such a bug-level existence three times in a row?
I really don't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky.
"I'm stupid, really."