My portable gaming girlfriend

Purple lightning pierced through the blue smoke, and the girls jumped on the stage, their feet lightly raising thousands of white feathers.

Guiyue City, a city born to create youthful dreams. Above the mirage of singing and dancing, colorful lights overlook the bustling scene. There are emotionless eyes behind the blue-red color light, transforming the dreams of every singer and dancer into visible commercial benefits. Outdated idols are eliminated, celebrities with topics are kept, and traffic topics are released appropriately to please the screened audience, all in order to maximize the benefits.

But the exquisitely packaged brilliant vision is still the bright crown that young boys and girls try their best to pursue. They are flamboyant moths, attracted by the lights at the highest point, they fly up without hesitation, crowned when they win, and fall when they lose.

But where there is light, there must be darkness, and no matter how lively the outside world is, it has nothing to do with some people. Whether it's loud singing or neon lights, a curtain can easily keep them out of the wall.

Pure white walls, blue-gray floor tiles, and a wooden bed next to the window with blue sheets, as if no one had ever slept on it. There is nothing in the yellow wooden bookcase, other than that, the bedroom furniture only has a yellow desk made of the same material as the bookcase, a 23.8-inch LCD screen, a black computer, and a person.

An 18-year-old boy with an inch-length head, wearing black square-frame glasses, sat at the desk and stared at the monitor intently, with his right hand holding the mouse and moving rapidly, and his left hand clacking the keyboard.

The young man's eyes were extremely focused, as if he only saw the world between the square inches of the screen and nothing else.

'boom! boom! '

There was an urgent knocking sound outside the window. This is the first floor, and it is possible to climb up a little along the wall, but the boy does not know anyone in this city, so it should be impossible for anyone to visit him, let alone by knocking on the window glass.

That being the case, the young man continued to stare at the screen, ignoring the intention of the unexpected visitor.

The popping sound lasted about 5 seconds and then stopped.

But those outside are not giving up.

The metal friction sound of 'click' means that the window was pulled open forcefully by someone.

"Wow, so the window is not locked?! It took me a long time to knock, it's better not to be seen..."

With the help of the light, the figure was close to the curtains, and she tried to enter the room with her legs, while expressing her panic and anger in a pleasant and light voice.

The curtains were pulled back, revealing the star-studded night sky, the neon-dancing city, and a pair of beautiful eyes.

The eyes belonged to a girl in a female high school student uniform. Under the short skirt was a pair of white long legs. The bangs on the forehead and the long hair were dyed a few strands of purple and blue. There was a headphone cable hanging around the neck and colored nails on the hands. Oil, vibrant and rebellious.

She looked at the boy in front of the computer and froze for a moment.

"I just said that I don't want to be seen by others... Ha, it doesn't bother me."

After only a second of hesitation, she swiftly moved her other leg into the room, stepping on a pair of brown leather shoes directly on the flat blue bed sheet.

After entering the room, she immediately closed the window and locked it, and carefully covered the curtains so that there was no gap, then she jumped off the floor and said to the boy:

"Let me borrow your home for a while! Of course, I won't live here for nothing. If you have any requirements, just ask, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

"..."

The boy ignored her.

"...Okay, I'll change the sheets for you later. Don't worry, I don't like to take advantage of others. I'm still very polite."

"oh."

The boy spoke out for the first time, even though it was just a simple response, it also reassured the uninvited guest a lot.

"About why I came in through the window, I need to explain: I'm avoiding the search, but it's not as simple as being a bad person or a good person... I can't explain this to you in detail."

"..."

The boy didn't respond again, and the outsider suspected that he only cared about the things in the house.

She walked behind the young man, and on the screen was an armored soldier standing in front of the mountains and rivers fighting with thousands of armies.

So she waved her hand in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, the soldier in armor was stabbed by a soldier and died. The young man outside the screen did not immediately press 'restart', but turned his head and looked at her with a pair of indifferent eyes.

"No... I'm sorry to interrupt your game, but I just want you to listen to me."

The person who broke into the room was frightened by the boy's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure—

"My name is Monica Inoue. The name is because I am of Chinese-Japanese mixed race. Well, you can tell from my appearance, right?"

Her facial features are exquisite, her eyes are shining with the charming look of a girl, her nose is small and tall, she is indeed a clever combination of Asian and European features, and she is beautiful enough to be put on an advertisement.

"Do you think I look familiar? Let me tell you that it must be your illusion. Although I live in this city, I have never been an idol... Uh, you don't seem to know me, and that's okay."

"In short, I will definitely not cause you any trouble by staying here. I will also be responsible for your three meals. I am good at cooking, especially good at cooking fish, so you know what to eat these days?  … Forget it, I guess you don't care, let me see what ingredients are in the refrigerator..."

Monica left the desk, and the teenager slowly turned his gaze back to the challenge on the screen.

Whether it's the pretty girl who pops in and what she's hiding from, nothing compares to the never-ending game on screen.