I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It was a gray, rainy day outside the window. The raindrops were hitting the window, and the sound was clear in Song Guicheng's ears.

He lay quietly on the bed, looking at the low ceiling with silent eyes. He just looked there, motionless and silent, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest.

It was also such a rainy day when Song Yujie pushed open his door, and with a heavy breath, he wrapped himself around his body, ignoring his resistance, wandering and caressing him, like a cold and slippery snake, stretching out its wet and sticky tongue, licking him as if it was almost swallowing him into its stomach...

Song Guicheng suddenly raised his hands to cover his face with such great strength that his fingertips turned white. He curled up and trembled uncontrollably.

He then realized how weak he was. When Wu Zhi was not by his side, fear and panic clung to him like maggots on his tarsus, giving rise to endless desire. He longed for that not-so-warm embrace and the feeling of being frozen to the freezing point.

Just like a person walking alone in the desert and almost dying of thirst, longing for the last drop of water.

He could only hide upstairs under the pretext of taking a nap, allowing the emotions in his heart to be squeezed in this small, enclosed room, swelling and fermenting with the sound of rain, until his whole heart was soaked and wrinkled.

That's all he could do.

"Mom." As if sensing something was wrong, Xiaohua slowly crawled out of the pocket and called Song Guicheng in a very soft voice, but got no response.

She carefully leaned on his chest and heard Song Guicheng's violent and rapid heartbeat, which made her ears hurt, over and over again.

"Mom." She grabbed the clothes on Song Guicheng's chest, her heart suddenly began to ache, and even her voice had a slight cry tone.

After a moment, Song Guicheng took a deep breath, put his hand down, touched Xiaohua's head, and said with difficulty: "It's okay."

Paper figures do not have the complex brain structure of humans, so their emotions are often very distinct and simple, such as happiness, sadness, fear, which are single-level emotions that can be directly expressed without being processed by the brain.

But now, Xiaohua strangely felt a sour feeling in her heart, as if she was immersed in water.

But this room clearly doesn't leak.

She looked up and could only see Song Guicheng's tense jaw and lips that were so pale that they were almost colorless.

Maybe it’s raining in mom’s heart, Xiaohua thought.

She stretched out her little hand and gently patted Song Guicheng's heart, comforting her mother like her mother patting her head.

Song Guicheng's heart softened, he held Xiaohua to his cheek, rubbed her gently, and said softly: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Xiaohua couldn't see her mother's face, probably because her mother didn't want her to see it. She lowered her head obediently, hugged Song Guicheng's neck tightly, smelled his gentle fragrance, and whispered, "Yeah."

She listened to her mother's breathing gradually becoming steady, and fell asleep with Song Guicheng.

*

I was woken up again by the clatter of tables and chairs falling to the ground downstairs and the screams of several female players.

Song Guicheng was not in a deep sleep. He sat up from the bed reflexively when he heard the sound. He ran out of the room in three or two steps and bumped into Chu Wei who was opposite him.

Chu Wei's eyes were clear, not like he had just woken up.

The two of them looked downstairs together and saw a man in a khaki hunting suit pinning Zhang Yuncheng down and beating him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard clearly on the second floor.

Zhang Yuncheng was tall and looked fierce. He was pinned under the man and had no power to fight back. He was soon beaten to the point of foaming at the mouth and begging for mercy incoherently.

The players downstairs were either turning around anxiously or watching coldly. Some wanted to help but were worried about getting into trouble.

Song Guicheng and Chu Wei looked at each other and ran downstairs.

The two men grabbed the man's arm and twisted it, slightly suppressing his movements. The other players quickly took advantage of this opportunity to drag out Zhang Yuncheng, who was beaten half to death.

After being pulled away, the man did not turn around to retaliate against Song Guicheng and Chu Wei. Instead, he continued to glare viciously at Zhang Yuncheng who was helped to sit on the chair, as if he would not stop until he had skinned him alive.

Chu Wei and Song Guicheng used their skill to hold him down, but he still struggled violently, not afraid of hurting himself at all.

Song Guicheng put more strength in his hands, raised his head and said to the player next to him: "Send him back to the room." Although he didn't understand the situation, this man was serious about beating Zhang Yuncheng to death.

Upon hearing this, Xie Siyou hurried over to drag Zhang Yuncheng, but he couldn't drag him alone. Seeing this, Zheng Jiyan and Wu Haochen hurried forward to help, and the three of them dragged Zhang Yuncheng to the second floor.

After he could no longer see Zhang Yuncheng, the man stopped struggling and even the ferocious expression on his face faded a lot.

Song Guicheng tied the man's hands behind his back with his clothes, and glanced at the onlookers. After making sure that no one was injured except Zhang Yuncheng, he asked, "What happened?"

Chen Xinke shook her head: "I don't know. We were discussing it ourselves when this man came in. Just as we were about to ask who he was, he rushed over, dragged Zhang Yuncheng out and started beating him."

The sudden change scared several players. Mental attacks are not uncommon in the dungeon, but physical attacks are really rare.

Seeing how fiercely the man beat someone just now, it was hard not to suspect that he wanted to beat Zhang Yuncheng to death.

Song Guicheng had a strange feeling and wanted to ask more clearly: "Who was closest to this man at that time?"

Everyone's eyes drifted to Zhao Siming, who was huddled aside in silence.

The seats closest to the door were occupied by Song Guicheng and Zhao Siyu, but Song Guicheng went upstairs to take a nap, and Zhao Siming insisted on switching seats with Zhao Siyu for some reason.

When the man rushed in, the person closest to him was Zhao Siming.

Zhao Siming seemed to have not reacted, as if he had not heard Song Guicheng's question. His thick bangs almost blocked most of his vision, and only half of his black-framed glasses could be seen. He stood silently with Zhao Siyu, like a shadow hiding in the corner.

Song Guicheng frowned slightly, sighed in his heart, walked up to him and asked, "He rushed up and took Zhang Yuncheng out? Didn't he ask anything, didn't he say anything?"

Zhao Siming looked through the thick glasses and focused his eyes on the face in front of him. Under the young man's long eyelashes were a pair of soft and beautiful light brown eyes. At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed and his expression was serious.

To be fair, this is a face that is very easy to like.

Zhao Siming's eyes flickered as he stared at him for a moment, then he lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "No."

He hated this kind of people. Song Guicheng was beautiful, smart, and graceful. God was so kind to him and gave him everything. He hated this kind of people.

Song Guicheng looked at his hand holding the chair, his eyelashes trembling, and he didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Okay, I know."

Just as Xie Siyou dragged Zhang Yuncheng upstairs, he ran down from upstairs, "No, who is this man?"

Yes, the other players looked at each other in confusion, who is this man?

Song Guicheng was just about to ask when the man who had his head down suddenly looked towards the innermost door.

Song Guicheng seemed to sense something and looked over following his gaze.

The short, bloated hostess walked out, ignoring the mess in the restaurant. She looked at the tied man, her eyes suddenly widened, and she called out in fear: "Grayson, how are you?"

Looking at the hostess's expression and actions, Song Guicheng got the answer to the question he hadn't had time to ask.

This man, Grayson, is the hostess's husband and the owner of the inn.