I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

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[Current instance: Mingde Yijuku High School]

[Type: Single-player copy]

[Difficulty: B level]

[Main Quest: Who killed her? ]

[Clearance Reward: 2000 Points]

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The white light in front of my eyes kept surging and undulating, as if I was traveling through a time tunnel. It was clearly just a moment, but it seemed like a long time had passed.

Before Song Guicheng opened his eyes, the sounds of conversation, beeping machines, and creaking noises combined into a wave of sound that drowned him.

His whole body was in pain, as if he had been run over by a car. His skin and tendons hurt, and his tendons hurt his flesh. The surging blood seemed like a knife, cutting him over and over again.

Song Guicheng was unsteady on his feet and was about to fall forward. The wind blew the hair on his forehead. He forced his eyes open and found that he was facing the rough railway track.

He could imagine how painful it would be to fall on it, but he didn't have the strength to raise his hands to support himself, so he could only let his limp body slide down.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his waist and pulled him backwards. Song Guicheng leaned back uncontrollably, and inertia caused them both to fall to the ground.

"Thank you, thank you..." Song Guicheng's breathing was uneven. He endured the severe pain in his body and thanked the benefactor who bravely came to his rescue.

He turned his head and saw the man's appearance through the cold sweat covering his eyes. His voice suddenly disappeared, and the word "thank you" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter it.

The man was still a teenager, but he was very tall. He stood behind Song Guicheng and cast a large shadow.

He had a pair of overly beautiful eyes, his dark pupils were as deep as the night sky with falling stars, and as clear as cold black jade.

The boy took two steps back, picked up the schoolbag on the ground, patted it casually twice and held it in his hands. He glanced coldly at Song Guicheng who had a dull expression, paused slightly, and then stood aside, as if what he had just done was not worth mentioning at all.

Song Guicheng looked at those eyes, and his heart and fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

Faced with the suffocation of falling to death at the foot of the mountain and the pain like being hit by a heavy hammer, he remained calm, but the high wall built in his heart collapsed in front of these eyes.

Song Guicheng didn't want to say thank you, he just wanted to say, damn it.

Damn you Wu Zhi, do you know how much effort I put into finding you? You left me there alone, you might as well let me die, damn you! !

Song Guicheng was roaring hoarsely in his heart, but no sound came out of his mouth. Tears drowned him without warning and blocked his throat.

He really doesn't like to swear, but when he can't control his emotions, like now, Song Guicheng really wants to jump up and shake the water out of Wu Zhi's brain.

Is it better to kill me than to leave me? Huh? Are you a fucking idiot?

Song Guicheng paused, and asked himself:

Yes, you are a big idiot. You hurt yourself to save me. If you are not an idiot, what are you?

From now on, whenever Hao Yu chats with him, all he needs to do is say "You almost killed yourself for an ordinary person" and he will be able to carry the whole situation, and Wu Zhi will have no way to refute it.

This is simply the biggest stain in God’s life!

Song · Stain · Guicheng cursed in his heart, saying almost all the dirty words he could think of, but he couldn't stop crying.

His thin shoulder blades trembled as if they could not bear the burden, and like a shaky butterfly, he allowed himself to be washed away by the mixture of joy and sadness.

The people around kept looking at the young man who almost fell on the track just now, wondering why the person who was fine just now suddenly became so sad.

He clenched his teeth and tightened his jaw, tears dripping down his cheeks, staining the concrete floor beneath him into dark spots.

Everyone was very curious, but no one came up to help. Everyone had their own worries, such as study, work, and marriage, and they could not spare the energy to care about others. They either continued to chat with the people around them or lowered their heads to play with their phones. The atmosphere was very cold.

There was a female student who had just arrived. She saw someone lying on the ground crying and wanted to go up to ask what happened. But before she took a step, she saw him move.

Song Guicheng finally stopped crying, looked up at the boy who had just pulled him back, stretched out two fingers to pinch the corner of his clothes, and tried to remain calm, but couldn't cover up his thick nasal tone: "It hurts a little."

It was actually very painful, the muscles on his body seemed to be torn apart along the grain. However, what he couldn't bear even more was the pain in his heart, as if a large gash had been cut open, with the wind piercing through it all the time, connecting every nerve, screaming with pain.

The female student then realized that the person the boy asked for help was her classmate, named Pei Shuangjin, who usually kept to himself and didn't like to meddle in other people's affairs.

Sure enough, Pei Shuangjin glanced at the corner of his clothes that was pulled and frowned.

The female student sighed imperceptibly and was about to come over to help. The next second, she saw the usually indifferent Pei University master bend down condescendingly, help the boy up from the ground, and support him with one hand to help him stand firmly.

The girl was dumbfounded, looked around, and then retreated silently: The sun doesn’t rise from the west.

The young man on the ground just now was twitching and cramping, but he was still holding on to the corner of his clothes with such strength that his fingertips were turning white, but he still refused to give up. This scene pierced Pei Shuangjin's eyes.

He saw a lot of things in the boy's eyes, sadness, despair, and melancholy, as if it was a field burned by a fire, leaving only a desolate land. Only when he looked at himself did he see a glimmer of life.

Pei Shuangjin was stabbed by this look, and suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The two of them seemed to be connected heart to heart.

So he frowned and subconsciously reached out to help the man up.

Song Guicheng leaned against the boy and saw a nylon name tag embroidered on his chest. The top line was the name of the school in bold letters, Mingde Yijuku High School, and below it was the class and name, Grade 2, Group A, Pei Shuangjin.

He looked down at his clothes and found that they were exactly the same as Pei Shuangjin's, a dark blue suit jacket and school uniform pants, with a shirt and a plaid wool vest of the same color underneath the suit.

He also had the same name tag on his chest: Mingde Yijuku High School, Year 2, Group F, Song Guicheng.

He realized belatedly that he had entered a copy with a Japanese school background and became a classmate of Wu Zhi, but Wu Zhi did not remember him.

Wu Zhi's appearance and figure are very consistent with the Chinese imagination of gods. He is sketched with meticulous brushwork while splashing ink. His eyebrows are as black as ink and his nose is like distant mountains. Everything is just right, neither too strong nor too bland.

This young man named Pei Shuangjin is almost a scaled-down version of a god, his appearance and temperament standing out from everyone else.

Song Guicheng could sense the unbearable itchy feeling from Pei Shuangjin. The coldness slowly crawled over his body, making him feel numb and tingling.