it is Arknights!

Not everything goes as smoothly as imagined.

Nor is everything like in fairy tales, where you can unilaterally plan something and it will be so. Perhaps it was because Li Lin's intuition had always been too effective, or perhaps because they were overly confident in their own operational logic, or perhaps for some other reason.

Overall, Sora's transition and the temporary boyfriend act this time were actually very rushed. No clear cause and effect, no special considerations or other things, nor any emotional foundation. Just a sudden thought that it could work, and then everyone instinctively felt this kind of thing could work. But actually, just as Li Lin had always said, intuition will always have a day when it's wrong. Things you think are fine, others may not necessarily think are fine.

Under arrogance and obsession, what remained was only a mess on the ground and the sounds of curses and howls.

Sora did nothing wrong; what was wrong were those crazed fans. But for such a bloody outcome to result from one's own mistake, this was not what they wanted to see, nor what anyone wanted to see. Even Blacksteel International gradually fell silent.

"This isn't your fault, relax a bit. Intuition, this thing, sometimes it's just like that, it won't have any good results." Holding the petite Sora, sitting on the staircase, Li Lin looked at the sun hanging high above the rooftop, squinting as he stroked Sora's smooth hair. He also didn't know what to do to make this girl's mood better, only able to comfort her head gently, like petting a cat, trying to calm her trembling body.

"…I never thought it would turn out like this."

"Mm, I know."

"I just purely felt, even if they were very excited, they would definitely understand me; I really didn't think it would escalate to this extent…"

"After all, who knew your fans would be so crazy… This kind of thing is like accidentally bumping into a Catastrophe while walking on the street. It's an extremely low probability event, but if you encounter it, you can only count yourself unlucky. This kind of thing can't be forced either."

"But this kind of thing…"

"Then let me tell you a story. A story I heard."

Holding the petite girl, Li Lin looked at the birds soaring in the sky, falling into some kind of inexplicable reminiscence.

"Once upon a time, there was a child, he was very lucky, and also very astute; his academic performance from elementary school to university was always very good, ranking among the best. Other miscellaneous things were also done quite well; in others' eyes, this child could be said to be 'other people's child' , often used by others to reprimand their own children, lecturing them ."

"But this child was very paranoid about the matter of 'correctness'. He very much liked doing correct things, and also hoped others would be like him. If other students didn't do their homework and copied, he would tell the teacher. If friends fought amongst themselves, he would also report to the teacher. Students' quarrels, cold wars, mutual curses, he would also record them meticulously and report to each parent. He would even note down things like other students throwing away leftover food, and report them one by one."

"He felt these things were all incorrect things; both intuition and reason told him that correcting these bad habits was a very helpful thing. So he took all this as his own criterion, using his own thoughts to demand others' thoughts. Over time, he became increasingly disliked, increasingly hated. Teachers didn't like him, classmates ostracized him, even those students' parents deeply detested this little madman who ranked their children. Over time, this child became a transparent person. He was utterly perplexed, not knowing why it turned out like this. So he went to do research, to investigate."

"Finally, he discovered that things intuitively correct were actually not necessarily correct. Only emotions, this thing, couldn't be measured by right or wrong. He finally understood this point, but it was too late. He didn't know the deep meaning behind others' smiles, nor the warmth behind curses."

"If not spoken directly, he knew nothing. In a certain sense, he was already dead. So I hope, Sora, you don't fall to this point."

"I can't distinguish these subtle emotions; I can only distinguish others' malice and killing intent, I also only know what is right or wrong. But what I want to say is, when you feel scared or fearful, when you feel you've done something wrong, you must ask yourself honestly, is this thing really right. If it's right, then even if scolded by others, you must persist in doing it."

"…Normally at this time, shouldn't you be educating me to read the atmosphere?" After listening to chicken soup for half a day, only for it to suddenly take a turn, Sora was caught off guard for a moment, looking at the man holding her, the girl said somewhat faintly:

"I thought you would advise me to understand their thoughts more in the future, to observe others' atmosphere more."

"Right is right, wrong is wrong. Just execute what you feel is right. Although I've bumped my head and bled, I've never regretted it even once."

"No regrets, huh…"

Looking at the man holding her, Sora took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Li Lin, I—"

"Ah, cough cough, very sorry for interrupting the sweet nothings between you two lovebirds, but I still have some news to report here."

Liskarm's calm voice, tinged with a hint of nervousness, came from the walkie-talkie.

"We raided Sora's managers' office and found those managers all committed suicide inside. They all belonged to the Death Worshippers, and detailed plan tables regarding using idols and cultural systems to cultivate Death Worshippers were found inside. They didn't have time to destroy them completely. I think this matter should be handled by people from Lungmen. We are only responsible for protecting VIPs; this current situation has already exceeded our response capabilities, hope you can understand."

"…I understand, I will notify Lungmen's dedicated personnel to handle these problems. Thank you for your hard work. Also, the Death Worshippers are very good at using Originium crystals and similar things to create suicide attack incidents; you best heighten your vigilance, check those corpses more thoroughly. Don't approach rashly."

"Thank you very much for the information you provided, we'll contact again later."

"…"

Pressing the button on the walkie-talkie, the expressions of both Li Lin and Sora became very unsightly.

This is no longer an ordinary problem.

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