A Race to The Top

Ling Xiaolu woke up in a daze, but he hadn't reached the destination yet, but he felt that he had been asleep for a long time.

Rubbing his eyes, he realized that he was resting on Ji Meng's shoulders. Ji Meng leaned half of his body to accommodate him.

"Woke up?"

Ling Xiaolu sat up a little embarrassed: "Why haven't it been so long?"

The temperature of Ling Xiaolu still remained on Ji Meng's shoulders, and he calmly glanced at the driving panel that had been artificially adjusted.

"I don't know, maybe it's far away."

Just after speaking, a voice prompt sounded in the cabin:

"Dear passenger, your destination is about to arrive. Please check your belongings and prepare for departure."

The aircraft landed steadily at the transportation station on the top of Moluo Mountain. The two walked out of the hatch one after another. Ling Xiaolu took a deep breath of fresh air as soon as he landed.

"The air at the top of the mountain is so good!"

Ji Meng activated the semi-transparent floating map: "Just follow the navigation and you will be there in about half an hour."

Ling Xiaolu, who has been doing math problems for three months, has not done such a large amount of exercise for a long time: "I miss your fat dragon."

"Who was scared to death before sitting on it?"

"That was a long time ago!" Ling Xiaolu said unconvinced.

On non-public holidays, there are not many tourists in the mountains. The two of them are like young couples skipping classes to date. There is even a fully automatic roadside court that recognizes their faces and intelligently sells couple packages to them. Ji Meng actually still thinks buy.

"It wasn't like this when I came last time."

Ji Meng has a longer time interval and his memory is more vague, but he really wants to know what kind of memory Ling Xiaolu has been implanted, and why even such details are fully considered. Could it be the transfer of real memory?

Before they knew it, they had arrived near their destination.

Turning at the end of the road, there is a stone stele erected at the pass, which is engraved with the seven calligraphic characters of "Death to the Place of Death". The pen is sharp and majestic. It seems that there is nothing wrong here.

"What's that?" Ling Xiaolu pointed to the looming sign in the long grass.

Ji Meng flicked away the grass blades, revealing a street sign that had been corroded by wind and rain for a long time, pointing to their left hand position, engraved "Best Cliff Jump Point" in small print.

Two people: "..."

Is this also OK? Isn't it too unreasonable? !

They came to the so-called "best cliff jumping point", where there was a flat artificially excavated stone platform. Looking down from the edge, it was a vaguely fog-shrouded abyss. Ling Xiaolu only glanced at it and felt that his legs and feet were soft.

"Do you really want to jump from here?"

If they don't guess right, the end will be shattered.

"If this is really the game world, I believe I can go back no matter what, the difference is only whether it is cleared or not."

"What if not?"

Both people are speechless, if this is the real world, if the last world is their fantasy, then this jump is the end of their lives.

Even if the probability of 99% is false, there is still a probability of 1% that is true. Do you dare to bet?

They stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, and the wind passed under their feet. Ling Xiaolu stood for a few seconds, as if his legs were going to be stiff.

He took a hard step back: "I think it's better to wait."

Ji Meng also took advantage of the situation: "Or we should go back first, and then look for new clues. Maybe...maybe this game is time-based, as long as it survives for a certain period of time, it will be automatically cleared."

"If that's the case, the game should be over when I am doing math problems." Ling Xiaolu said, "We finally came here, in case, I mean in case, if this is the real world, what shall we do? Isn't it a pity that I didn't stay?"

"What do you want?"

Ling Xiaolu searched around and finally found a rock wall in a remote place.

"Is there anything sharp?" he asked.

Ji Meng picked up a sharp-edged stone on the ground: "Is this all right?"

"It should do." Ling Xiaolu picked up the stone and carved his name on the stone wall stroke by stroke.

——Deer, Bi.

After carving, hand the stone over: "You too."

Ji Meng imitated his appearance and engraved the two characters "Jimeng" in parallel at a point on the left.

After the carving was finished, they discovered that the pattern of the stone wall was a bit special, and there was a faint heart shape in the middle of the two names.

"This is also considered as leaving a name in this world." Ling Xiaolu was whimsical, "If we return to the real real world, we will return to this place, do you guess that there will be these four words?"

"If there is, it's a thriller, right?"

"Hey, I'm kidding."

The two stood on the edge of the cliff again.

"My friend, if this is really the last day of your life, do you have anything to say?"

Ji Meng's brain went blank: "I can't think of it. How about you?"

Ling Xiaolu turned to look at him next to him: "If I was with you on the last day, it doesn't seem to be a pity... I mean, being with a good friend is like being alone."

He deliberately emphasized "good friends", emphasizing very bluntly.

"..." Ji Meng hesitated and took his hand.

The palms of both people were sweaty.

"Are you nervous?"

"Ok."

Ling Xiaolu's heart beat so fast that he almost jumped out of his chest.

He also heard Ji Meng's breathing gradually accelerate.

"Did you know that when people are particularly nervous, their heartbeat will speed up, palms will sweat, and adrenaline will rise, which is easy to confuse with another physiological reaction."

Ji Meng met his gaze, with complex emotions flowing in his eyes.

"I know."

Ling Xiaolu was afraid that his true thoughts would be known to him, embarrassed, and said stiffly:

"So don't misunderstand."

"……I know."

The setting sun shone on them obliquely, and a goshawk spread its wings high in the sky, sending out a long eagle that stunned the sky and contained clouds.

"I count three, and then together?"

Ji Meng nodded.

"3——"

"2--"

"1."

The moment Ling Xiaolu counted to "one", Ji Meng suddenly turned half a circle, took the person into his arms, and put his head tightly on his chest with the other hand, with his back facing the bottomless cliff, straight He leaned back straight.