I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It was a small farm located at the foot of the mountain.

It was October, and the dead leaves all over the mountains dyed the farm brown and yellow, which complemented the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance.

Alan was driving his truck on the road leading to the hotel. The truck was old and out of repair, and the road was very bumpy. He was swaying in the car, and the water he had just drunk was gurgling in his stomach.

"Hey, that's..."

Two figures, about the same height, appeared on the dusty, leaf-filled path.

The taller one was wearing a grey coat, with a slender back, standing upright, with one hand in his pocket, and seemed to be looking up at the village ahead.

Hearing the sound of the wheels rolling, the man turned around, and Allen's heart sank for a moment: "God, this is a face blessed by the Creator..."

The man had fair skin, delicate and beautiful features, and was as handsome as if he had walked out of a classical oil painting. His every move exuded a leisurely and elegant temperament.

Song Guicheng was also looking at the oncoming truck. It was an old truck with an off-road front and a short body. The blue paint was peeling off, revealing the iron sheet inside, and it was swaying on the road.

Xie Siyou stood beside him and straightened his hair which was messed up by the wind. There was fluff floating in the air, which was very conspicuous on his black sweatshirt, but he didn't have the time to tidy it up.

A few minutes ago, he was lying on Song Guicheng's bed and taking a sound nap. From the time he was woken up to being ordered by Song Guicheng to wash his face, and then to entering the dungeon, he just did what he was told in a daze.

When the system was enveloped in white light and he heard the familiar emotionless electronic voice, he realized that he was about to enter a dungeon.

[The copy is loading... The copy has been loaded successfully. ]

[Current instance: Happy Inn]

[Type: Multiplayer Cooperative Dungeon]

[Difficulty: Level C]

[Main Mission: Find the Apple]

[Clearance Reward: 1000 Points]

【SoulTracing Game wishes you a successful clearance. 】

He caught a glimpse of Song Guicheng looking at a small farm in the distance, and he stretched his neck to look as he did, but he could see nothing except the vast grassland mixed with yellow and green and the setting sun on the horizon that was shining brightly.

He asked, “What are you looking at?”

Song Guicheng's ears twitched, but he didn't answer him. He turned his head and glanced behind him, then turned his head and said, "Guess."

Xie Siyou thought of what Song Guicheng said, that he would not tell him the answer directly and let him find the answer himself, so he turned around to look.

Behind me were only mountains connected by grasslands, with a bumpy dirt road in the middle. Thistles were swaying in the wind, which was blowing up grass fluff and fallen leaves, making it look a bit desolate.

There's nothing special about it. Compared to the environments in other copies, this place can be considered quiet and normal.

A few minutes later, a truck drove up the slope.

Song Guicheng turned his head to look at the truck and answered Xie Siyou's question: "I'm wondering how we are going to get to the hotel."

Xie Siyou was dumbfounded: "You didn't hear it just now, did you? You can even hear this?"

Song Guicheng did not comment, but winked at him, meaning "guess what", and then waved at the truck not far away.

Xie Siyou: Damn! Report! Someone is cheating!

When Alan saw the man waving, he couldn't help but look back through the car window. Seeing that there was no one else around, he was sure that the man was indeed waving at him.

He took off his sunglasses and stuck his head out: "Handsome, what's wrong?"

Alan was born with brown-red hair and was the most handsome man on the farm, with deep facial features and strong muscles.

He has always been proud of his figure, but when he saw the thin but flexible body of the young man in front of him, he thought it looked good too.

He secretly glanced at the rearview mirror. The self in the mirror was covered in dust and hadn't shaved for several days. Compared with the refined and elegant young man in front of him, he looked tired and dishevelled, and a little embarrassed.

Song Guicheng was not interested in what the NPC looked like, but he could guess some of Alan's mental activities from his expression, as well as his obvious embarrassment and shame.

He remained calm, with a thin smile on his face, and said in a distressed tone:

"I'm sorry, it's like this. My friends and I heard that there's a farm with delicious apples here, so we made an appointment to come here, but unfortunately we got separated from them..."

He pursed his lips and didn't finish his words. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a look of confusion and annoyance in his eyes, which made people's hearts tremble.

Allen said hurriedly: "You are talking about the Timo Farm in front, right? I live there. If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."

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Before Song Guicheng got into the car, Alan wiped the seats specially, but there were still some stains of dirt and weeds firmly stuck to the bottom of the seats. Alan was secretly annoyed at himself why he thought it was troublesome and didn't wash the car.

Song Guicheng ignored him, closed the car door and fastened his seat belt: "Thank you."

Alan rubbed his hands and smelled the bitter scent of the man next to him. His whole body tensed up. He put on his sunglasses stiffly and said, "Sit tight, we're leaving."

Being left in the back car fence, Xie Siyou, who was happy to get an open-air seat, said: May I ask?

He wordlessly rubbed the thin mud stains on the bottom of the truck with his feet and sat down.

On the way, Allen and Song Guicheng exchanged names.

Seeing that Alan spoke Chinese and didn't find anything unusual about the name Song Guicheng, which has a strong oriental connotation, Song Guicheng was a little confused.

Is Chinese the common language here? Or will the Chinese heard by the dungeon NPCs be automatically converted into the language they use?

If it is the former, it is fine. But if it is the latter, it is always a bit creepy when you think about it carefully.

The pulling engine made an exhausted humming sound, Alan stepped hard on the clutch, and the dilapidated old truck left a cloud of dust under the gaze of the setting sun.

Alan started chatting with the handsome man next to him: "How do you know that the apples on our farm are delicious?"

The bumps in the car body distorted people's voices in the air into some weird accents, just like the words stuck in the throat jumping out one by one.

Song Guicheng pulled the safety belt on his body and answered casually: "My friend heard from others that we have booked a room at the Happiness Hotel."

"Happy Hotel?" Alan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "That hotel does have delicious apples, but..."

He hesitated to speak, met Song Guicheng's puzzled look, and said, "It's just that the environment is too bad."

Song Guicheng smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter."

Anyway, I have never lived in a particularly comfortable place in the dungeon world.

Song Guicheng tapped the edge of the car window with his fingers, trying to get the message from the man: "Don't the people who run the hotel clean on time?"

Allen sneered unceremoniously: "The hotel owner is a drunkard, and the proprietress is a woman who can only cook and get beaten. It's a miracle that this hotel hasn't closed down."

Song Guicheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this and repeated the word: "Miracle?"

Those two ordinary words sounded like a lingering tenderness entangled on the tip of his tongue. Alan couldn't help but shrug and wipe his face.

"Yes," Alan said, "that inn has a miraculous apple tree. The apples it produces are both beautiful and delicious. Every year at this time, people like you come here to visit."

Song Guicheng paused tapping the car window and asked, "When did it start?"

Allen leaned his broad back against the cushion and recalled: "I don't remember, it's been a long time, you can go ask the villagers in the town."

Song Guicheng nodded and thanked him: "Okay."

Happy Hotel, apple tree, miracle comes.

Currently, these clues all point to the main task: finding the apple.

It’s very true, but also not true.

In a C-level copy, the clues shouldn’t be so concentrated and so easily dug out.

Just like the main quest of the previous copy, the Ghost Festival, it was not until the middle and late stages that their exploration of the copy background reached a certain level, and the method of completing the main quest became clear.

After going through several missions, he understood one thing very well: the easier it is to get something, the more dangers it hides; the stronger the guidance, the more misleading it is.

Song Guicheng's nose was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline, as well as Alan's sweat and body odor, which made him feel a little dizzy.

He rubbed his temples and began to worry that he would develop rigid thinking after completing too many tasks. Maybe some copy clues were simple and easy, but he would be doubted and abandoned because of his rigid thinking.

In short, everything will have to wait until we get to the hotel.

The light outside the car gradually faded, and the struggling sky dragged the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road into a long line, constantly passing across people's faces.

Before the sky got completely dark, Allen's truck slowly stopped in front of a two-story wooden house.

Next to the wooden house stood a broken sign with four words written in red paint: Happy Hotel.

Eye-catching and dazzling in the dim light.