I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Song Guicheng regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw a computer with a blue light in front of him.

The dense black words on the white screen stung his eyes. His pupils suddenly contracted and he sat up from the table, glancing at the time on the lower right.

It perfectly coincides with the time before he entered the copy.

how so? !

Song Guicheng suppressed his violently beating heart and rapid breathing, and subconsciously looked for the screen of the system in the void, but found nothing.

The system, backpack, props, all disappeared, everything was gone. It was as if he had never left the study, but just took a nap on the table.

Impossible, Song Guicheng thought to himself.

He felt for his cell phone in his pocket, but it was not there. He then looked at the clothes on his body. They were not the clothes he had sewn for himself, but well-tailored shirts. The watch on his wrist had been changed from a cheap, crudely made watch to the Vacheron Constantin he usually wore.

Song Guicheng stood there in a daze. The large transparent glass window reflected the fiery sunset in the distance, blurring his profile. The person sitting at the table did not move for a long time.

He thought back to what happened before he lost consciousness.

In the early morning light, Hao Yu came and knocked on his door personally.

"Senior Gaoyu? You...what's wrong with you? What happened?" He was shocked when he saw the pale-faced Gaoyu when he opened the door.

However, after not seeing each other for just one day, Haoyu, who was so carefree yesterday, now had a heavy complexion, as if half of his strength had been drained away, and looked a little weak.

"The crack in this space suddenly widened yesterday," Hao Yu said with a hint of anxiety and haste, "I thought I could at least hold out until you came out of Wu Zhi's divine realm, but..."

His face looked grim, and it was obvious that something had happened to accelerate the space crack.

"It's too late, follow me."

Before Hao Yu finished speaking, the ground beneath Song Guicheng's feet began to shake, as if something was churning underneath and was about to break through the ground and fly out.

Then everything in front of his eyes began to spin, all colors blurred into one, and his body felt an acute sense of weightlessness. He seemed to be soaring into the air, being carried upwards by a tremendous force.

"Senior Hao Yu?" As the world turned upside down, Song Guicheng could not see anything clearly. He could only rely on his instinct to grab the things under him tightly, but he only felt something cold. His fingertips paused.

Faintly, the deafening dragon roar penetrated the thick barrier and heavily struck the people's eardrums, and an incredible guess emerged in Song Guicheng's mind.

Song Guicheng slowly sat up and said, "Senior Haoyu, is this your...real body?"

“No,” an ancient and majestic voice came from afar, layer upon layer, echoing heavily, “This is just my incarnation.”

Song Guicheng rubbed his eyes and was finally able to see the scenery clearly. He was facing the rising sun. The red mixed with orange-red dyed the sky, but it was clearly different from the original azure blue. Light and shadow intertwined, and the sunlight passed by him quickly through the clouds.

It was the first time he faced the sun directly. It was so glorious and magnificent that he couldn't help but hold his breath.

And below him, an extremely huge silver dragon was flying back and forth in the clouds. There was no head in front and no tail behind, only a vague shadow could be seen.

Song Guicheng remembered what it was. It was the dragon carved on the pavilion outside the sacrificial residence. The vibration he felt at the beginning was really the dragon breaking free from its restraints.

The silver dragon swung its tail and streaked across the sky, leaving behind a long trail of mist, creating an abstract painting in the sky.

And the dragon carried him to Tianyu Sacred Mountain, the place closest to God in the world.

Song Guicheng clenched his palms, trying to suppress his inner excitement. Looking down, he saw endless green mixed with light yellow, orange and red, interweaving into a mottled picture.

Everything is so small and insignificant.

He slowly leaned down, got close to the dragon's body, and reached down with one hand.

So this is the world in Wu Zhi's eyes. Song Guicheng felt the fast wind passing through his palms and thought silently.

In this way, it seemed that he was a little closer to God.

"We're just ahead." The majestic voice sounded again, this time farther away and deeper than the last time, "I can only take you so far."

"Song Guicheng, I wish you success."

Before Song Guicheng could react, the silver dragon under him suddenly began to shatter. He looked forward in a daze. Something was emitting a moon-white light that overshadowed the sun and came towards them, blocking out the sky.

The silver dragon under him moved forward fearlessly. It collapsed under the attack of the halo, from head to body, inch by inch, disintegrating at lightning speed. Soon, it arrived in front of Song Guicheng.

But Song Guicheng was not afraid. He felt a familiar breath from the light, cold and warm, which wrapped him up bit by bit, as if bringing him back to the original world.

Song Guicheng closed his eyes in the waves, his body continued to fall, and he gradually lost consciousness.

He thought he could accept where he fell when he woke up, but when he returned to the original real world, he was overwhelmed by a huge panic.

Why did Wu Zhi's divine realm bring him here? Is this the real world, or just a part of a copy?

Can he go back?

The room was silent, the breeze was silent, and no one could answer him.

After a long time, Song Guicheng clicked the save button and turned off the computer.

"Ding-dong-"

The sound of the doorbell rang outside the door. The shrill sound passed through the living room, echoed in the study, and vibrated Song Guicheng's eardrums.

His eyes moved slightly, he took a deep breath, climbed up from the chair to open the door, and when he walked out of the study, he was not careful and almost tripped over the stools scattered on the floor.

The furnishings in the living room have not changed. He prefers simple Chinese style, so he chooses mostly wooden furniture, which is exquisitely crafted and polished. The color scheme is mainly low-saturation beige, white, and wood color. The decoration is simple, with white and green porcelain placed in a staggered manner, and occasional flowers of the current season.

The setting sun shone through the window frames, casting a faint orange glow on the furniture in the house, making everything in the house look as low-key and warm as its owner.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but frown when he saw Song Yujie outside the house, and subconsciously wanted to close the door.

The assistant behind him immediately came over to stop him, but was stopped by Song Yujie with a look.

"Xiao Cheng, you're not wearing shoes again." There was a hint of concern in his low voice, and his eyes fell on Song Guicheng's bare feet on the floor.

However, Song Guicheng didn't buy it and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Song Yujie lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Have you forgotten that today is your birthday and you have to attend your birthday dinner."

Song Guicheng was obviously stunned. He really had forgotten. He had a good memory, but he had no deep impression of his own birthday.

Song Yujie took a step forward, and Song Guicheng let go of the door and stepped back defensively. There seemed to be an undercurrent between the two of them, but Song Yujie ignored it and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles under Song Guicheng's collar.

"Did you just fall asleep? Your clothes are all messed up."

Song Guicheng did not answer, but stared at his movements with bated breath.

Song Yujie lowered his eyes slightly. When backlit, his sapphire eyes took on a somewhat dark green hue, making him seem even more unfathomable.

After a moment, the tall man withdrew his hand and said, "Go change your clothes and come over. The car is waiting for you downstairs."