I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The path was very muddy after the rain, but Grayson walked along without dirtying the floor of the hotel. However, judging from his beard that he hadn't shaved for a long time, he was not a very clean person.

The biggest possibility is that the hotel must be kept clean and tidy, and not dirtying the hotel is one of the rules of this copy.

At that time, everyone else had cleaned themselves up more or less before coming in, but Zhang Yuncheng came in in a swagger, mopping up the mud all over the floor.

"It's always a good idea to pay more attention," Song Guicheng said lightly, "but there are other possibilities." After that, he paused and said nothing, as if waiting for other people's answers.

The room was quiet for a while.

"I think it's possible that he didn't clean himself," Xie Siyou raised his hand weakly, "When we were sitting downstairs, everyone else changed their clothes and washed themselves, but Zhang Yuncheng changed his clothes but didn't wash his face or hands."

He was sitting closer to Zhang Yuncheng, and he saw that the hand holding the spoon was covered in dirt. He was thinking at the time that this guy was really sloppy.

A slight smile appeared on Song Guicheng's face.

He praised Xie Siyou: "You're smart." Then he took out a piece of candy from his pocket and gave him a reward like he was coaxing a child.

Xie Siyou took it and felt a little happy. Coming up with the answer by himself made him feel that he was growing. After all, he couldn't always rely on his intuition.

Whether it is the hotel that needs to be kept clean or the players that need to be tidy, the emphasis is on cleanliness and tidiness, otherwise there is a high possibility of being taught a lesson by Grayson Iron Fist.

"This hotel is not very clean, and that couple doesn't look like they know how to take care of themselves." Xie Siyou stuffed the candy into his mouth and complained softly.

It was true. The hotel was not very clean, the furnishings were messy, there were unknown stains on the mattress, the hostess did not change her clothes for two days and her hands were always covered in grease, not to mention the host, who was covered in dust and dirt, and his clothes were covered in mud.

Chen Xinke said helplessly: "The rules in the dungeon are double-standard dogs!"

But what can they do? They don't have the ability to go against the rules. No matter how powerful the props are, they are only used to protect themselves, not to break the rules.

Song Guicheng returned to his room, and Zhang Yuncheng was sent to Room 4, so he and Chu Wei returned to Room 7.

He was very concerned about Room 8 next door, but Grayson and the hostess were still sitting downstairs, making it inconvenient for them to move. He could only comb Xiaohua's hair while paying attention to the movements downstairs.

Xiaohua's hair has grown a lot longer and now has a lot more volume. She is wearing a little red dress and has small facial features, like an exquisite BJD doll.

Song Guicheng divided Xiaohua's hair into two halves, braided a fishbone braid into each, then rolled them up and secured them with a red hairband.

Xiaohua was too young and her hair was slippery, so it was difficult to braid her hair. However, Song Guicheng enjoyed it and combed her hair patiently.

There were always a few strands of hair leaking out from her fingertips, and Song Guicheng took out a small bow hairpin from somewhere and helped her pin up the hair.

Chu Wei sat aside and watched Song Guicheng's actions silently, his expression very focused. He did not ask Song Guicheng what this was, and had no interest in finding out the player's background.

Song Guicheng looked up while braiding her hair and saw Chu Wei staring at her intently. She smiled and asked, "Do you have a younger sister? Do you want to learn how to braid her hair?"

Chu Wei blinked a few times, moved his gaze away from Song Guicheng's hand, fell on the fair face, and shook his head.

After having her hair braided, Xiaohua happily spun around on the table, twisting her tiny limbs and jumping up and down on the table, asking, "Mom, am I really pretty?"

Song Guicheng's eyes were filled with smiles, and his voice was gentle: "Of course it looks good."

Xiaohua jumped even harder when she heard her mother's praise, but she didn't notice that she had twisted to the edge of the table. When she stretched her legs, she suddenly fell down.

Song Guicheng quickly caught her.

Xiaohua was still confused, sitting on Song Guicheng's hand in a daze. After a while, she reacted and her eyes turned red: "Mom, I was scared to death!"

Song Guicheng gently put her on the table, touched her head, and took out a piece of candy for her: "It's okay, I'll catch you."

Xiaohua immediately forgot what happened just now and pounced on the candy that was one-third of her size with a whoosh.

Chu Wei glanced at his pocket full of candies and stuffed two into Xiaohua’s pockets.

Xiaohua was a little afraid of this expressionless brother at first, but as soon as she got the candy, she immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, brother!"

Chu Wei withdrew his hand: "No need." Then he picked one for himself.

The sweet taste of toffee swept over his tongue. He leaned against his cheek to feel the sweetness for a few minutes and asked Song Guicheng, "Is she a paper doll?"

Song Guicheng nodded: "Yeah."

Chu Wei: "The paper man won't feel any pain if he falls down."

Song Guicheng was asking Xiaohua to clean up the candy wrappers she had torn into strips. Looking at Xiaohua's resentful expression, he couldn't help but curl his eyes.

He said: "It will hurt. She will feel pain in her heart if she doesn't feel her mother's attention and love."

Chu Wei chewed the candy in his mouth hard: "How do you know she will feel pain in her heart?"

"Because my heart hurts too." Song Guicheng leaned his arms on the table and said it so matter-of-factly.

Chu Wei was a little stunned: "Really..."

Song Guicheng didn't have time to answer Chu Wei's question because there was a knock on the door and Zhang Yuncheng shouted, "Can you come out for a moment? I want to discuss something with you."

Song Guicheng settled Xiaohua down before opening the door and letting Zhang Yuncheng in.

His face was covered in bruises, his nose and face were swollen, and there was a big sore at the corner of his mouth. He looked quite embarrassed, unlike the arrogance he had in the morning.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Song Guicheng gave the chair to Zhang Yuncheng out of courtesy.

Zhang Yuncheng sat down with a slump, looking a little embarrassed: "I... um... didn't you kick my door in the morning?"

"Well," Song Guicheng had no intention of shirking responsibility. "You sleep here, I'll go to room 4." He put the key on the table and was about to leave.

"No, no," Zhang Yuncheng hurriedly stopped him, glanced at Chu Wei, and said in a gentle tone, "I just thought that you live in this room alone, which should be dangerous at night..."

"It's not dangerous," Song Guicheng interrupted him, "I stayed here all night last night. It's not dangerous at all."

Oh your mother, oh! Zhang Yuncheng cursed in his heart, but still smiled: "You kicked the door of Room 4 in half, and Chu Wei and I broke it this morning..."

Song Guicheng and Chu Wei looked at each other, frowning slightly, with some genuine worry in their eyes, and asked in a puzzled tone: "Brother Zhang, do you want Chu Wei to live in a shabby room alone? I thought you knew it?"

If Shi Sui was present, he would be able to hear his dissatisfaction from his pretentious voice. Unfortunately, this was the first time that Zhang Yuncheng teamed up with Song Guicheng.

When I heard that he had something to say, I quickly asked, "What?"

"Hmm..." Song Guicheng bent down, pressed a finger against the wound on his face, and applied a little force.

Zhang Yuncheng let out a hiss in pain, but didn't dare to move away.

Song Guicheng's head was tilted to the right, his shirt covering his beautiful muscle lines, and above him was a face with his eyes flashing.

His handsome and clear facial features seemed to be meticulously carved, and his light brown eyes were like melted amber, emitting a soft light, but it was hard to tell what kind of emotion was wrapped in the thick liquid.

He gave a perfect smile: "Abandoning your teammates will bring retribution."

Zhang Yuncheng's body stiffened. He glanced at Chu Wei secretly, then quickly looked away.

He stole someone's things and wanted to kick him out.

Song Guicheng's tone was gentle and his expression was sincere. The worry in his eyes almost became tangible. Zhang Yuncheng couldn't figure out for a moment whether Song Guicheng was warning him or reminding him why he was beaten today.

In a flash, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he didn't want to gamble, so he gritted his teeth and said, "What I mean is, Chu Wei and I will sleep in this room tonight. It's more dangerous for you to live alone. You must protect yourself."

"Oh, so that's how it is," Song Guicheng said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Zhang. I will definitely pay attention to it."