I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The dinner was held at the Song family's main residence, which was far away from the city and occupied half of a mountain. All the invited guests were big names, from the business, political and entertainment circles. Most of the cars were luxury cars, and some low-key cars should not be underestimated.

The main venue was brightly lit and the banquet was filled with elegant clothes and clinking glasses. Many people took this opportunity to expand their social circles and build connections, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Song Yujie, the head of the Song family, was completely focused on Song Guicheng and had no interest in making connections.

It is no secret in the circle that the two brothers have an unusually good relationship. Some even speculate that there is something fishy going on between them, but no one dares to say it out loud.

Song Yujie looks elegant, gentle and polite, but he is ruthless and leaves no way out, just like his father who made his living by swallowing up his deceased wife's group.

Song Guicheng had no interest in such occasions, nor in celebrating his birthday. His biological mother saw him as a means to win over his biological father, and his biological father saw him as a shame of oppression by power. No one really celebrated his birth.

Maybe his mother still exists, but he can no longer remember her.

It's no longer important.

In such a big occasion, no matter how much Song Yujie refused, there would always be people coming up to chat with him, and he couldn't hide. In the blink of an eye, Song Guicheng disappeared.

Song Yujie took a sip of the water in his hand and continued talking to the old fox beside him calmly, not worrying about where Song Guicheng would run to.

Song Guicheng did not run away. He just held a glass of wine, hid in an empty corner, and tilted his head to look at the stars.

This is the most remote balcony of the main house, which is built right on the cliff halfway up the mountain. Looking down, you can see the mountain wall covered with thorns. Barbed wire surrounds the mountain to prevent landslides, and further down is a winding mountain road dotted with street lights.

The stars are few tonight, the moon has disappeared, the night sky is very dark, and the bright lights downstairs are more brilliant than the starlight.

Song Guicheng's face was mostly hidden in the darkness. The champagne in his hand created delicate circles as he shook it. He looked solemnly at the two young men sitting under the ambient lights.

"This Song Guicheng and Song Yujie don't look alike at all. Are they brothers?"

"Half-sister, don't you know?"

"Brother, I just came back from abroad yesterday, I don't know a thing!"

The two young men were of similar build, one tall, the other shorter, with childish faces. They must have come to the party with their parents and were impatient to come out and hide away.

"Isn't Song Yujie brought here by my stepmother? How come he is older than the second son of the Song family..."

"Shh! Brother, keep your voice down! This is their home ground!"

"Oh, it's okay. It's dark out here, who would be so idle to come up here?"

After saying this, both of them fell silent.

They are the epitome of being bored to death.

"That Song Zongan is such a jerk. If it weren't for Aunt Jiang's support, he would be working like a slave for someone else right now! How could he do such a jerk!"

"That's not true. I heard that Uncle Song had a girlfriend back then, but Aunt Jiang broke them up."

"Is it true? Not really. The Jiang family was very popular back then. Aunt Jiang didn't have anything she wanted."

"You don't understand this, love makes people blind."

"But his girlfriend wasn't married at the time, so Aunt Jiang was in fair competition."

"That's the problem. Uncle Song is not moved at all. He doesn't like Aunt Jiang. Aunt Jiang threatened him with her sister, so Uncle Song is with Aunt Jiang."

“??? This is a bit immoral.”

"Who said it wasn't? The key is that Uncle Song's sister has some mental problems. When she heard that her brother was threatened because of her, she couldn't wrap her mind around it," the tall one lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "She committed suicide!"

As soon as these three words came out, the other person fell silent, and after a long while he said, "Awesome, what these two people did was awesome."

Song Guicheng took a sip of wine. The light rose flavor spread and evaporated in his mouth, burning his memories and making everything in the past become hot.

He had learned about this from the diary left by his mother. It was written in black and white, and every word was engraved with the resentment of not being able to get the love he wanted and the viciousness of not repenting.

"Why doesn't he love me? Am I not good enough? Am I not pretty? Am I not in good shape? Doesn't my family have money? Why! Why!! Why!!!!!!"

The exclamation mark cuts through the paper, shockingly enough, as if one could glimpse through the gap the resentment and unwillingness in the woman's heart when she wrote these words.

But his mother overlooked that love is not an equal transaction, and a fair result cannot be obtained by putting what you have on the scale.

So his mother chose to overturn the table directly, and if she couldn't get it, she would just snatch it away. In this respect, Song Yujie was more like his son.

Song Guicheng stroked the wine glass as the evening breeze blew across his face. It did not blow away the thick dark clouds, nor did it bring in the bright moonlight.

The two young men chatted about this and that, and thought the banquet was almost over, so they planned to go down from the balcony.

Song Guicheng took another sip of wine, put the glass on the railing, and walked out of the darkness.

Facing the stunned gazes of the two, he smiled faintly: "Good evening."

The two people opposite felt uncomfortable and talked about other people's family affairs in front of each other, and were discovered.

What should I do? Is there a crack in the ground that I can drill through?

Song Guicheng didn't care too much and walked towards the shorter boy.

The short boy was probably about 1.7 meters tall, with a typical baby face, round eyes, and large black pupils, like two crystal black grapes, overlapping with another person in Song Guicheng's memory.

He asked, "Do you know Shi Sui?"

Shi Sui's eyes are so memorable, pure and bright, with all his cunning hidden when he lowers his eyes, and his face is full of innocence when he opens his eyes. He often uses this look to deceive ignorant players, and then he makes them look so bad that their mothers don't recognize him.

The baby-faced young man blinked in confusion and nodded, "I know him, he's my brother."

Sure enough, Song Guicheng understood it.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly, his eyes drooped, and his tone was a little low: "I haven't seen him for a long time, is he... okay..."

This look made it seem like there was some story between him and Shi Sui, which frightened the baby-faced young man.

"I just came back from abroad, so I'm not too sure. I went to the hospital to see him today. He's still lying down. I don't know when he'll wake up." He looked at Song Guicheng's sad face and scratched his face. "Don't worry too much. At least he's still alive. As long as he's alive, there's hope that he'll wake up."

The tall young man was silent and ate melons quietly. He didn't expect that there was an unknown story between the second son of the Song family and Shi Sui. It was just that they were not familiar with Song Guicheng and were embarrassed to ask.

Song Guicheng forced a smile: "Thank you, I know."

The baby-faced young man wanted to say something else but was stopped by the tall man. Seeing Song Guicheng's melancholy face, they said goodbye politely and quickly slipped away.

Don't you want to wait for Song Guicheng to recover and investigate the matter of them gossiping about other people's families?

Song Guicheng looked at the two people's backs as they disappeared at the stairs. The sadness on his face gradually disappeared, leaving only deep thought.

His guess was right.

The players who are chosen to enter the Soul-Tracing Game are people who are about to die in other worlds, so that their sleep or disappearance will not cause chaos in the world and will not disrupt the order of this world.

The operation of the soul-tracing game also needs to be under order, otherwise it will be expelled by the forces that maintain order.

Song Guicheng pressed his chest. His heart was beating wildly for a moment. He didn't know if it was because he was happy that his guess was correct.

As long as he also falls into a near-death situation, will he be able to reconnect with the system?