I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Have you leaned on enough?" Pei Shuangjin asked coldly, his voice was low and deep.

Song Guicheng turned to look at him, and saw his current appearance through Pei Shuangjin's eyes. His face was pale, his hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead, and he looked unpopular.

Song Guicheng really wanted to say no, but he held back. After thanking him, he picked up his schoolbag and stood up straight, looking around while thinking about this mission.

This is a remote station. A few office workers in suits and students in school uniforms are standing sparsely under the eaves of the station. The tracks are slightly rusty due to long years of use and are covered with burnt yellow dead grass and fallen leaves, making it look quite desolate.

He looked behind him and saw that the nearby buildings were low and compact, with farmlands and waterways interspersed between them. It should be a Japanese countryside.

In the distance, white clouds lean against the green mountains, and the sunlight penetrates the clouds, looking soft and fluffy. The sun has not yet fully appeared, but it should be a very comfortable weather.

Song Guicheng squinted his eyes. He didn't know if it was because he was not feeling well, but he felt that the white clouds were covered with a layer of shadow, and even the fresh countryside scenery had an indescribable eerie quality.

There were messy electric poles standing next to the station, with wires tangled and birds flying up again. Song Guicheng took a few more glances and felt that there was something indescribable weird about it.

He withdrew his gaze and searched his memory for the content of the mission.

The name of the copy was Mingde Gijuku High School. He touched the name tag on his chest, which was the high school he attended. The sleeves moved up a little as he moved, and Song Guicheng realized that his exposed arms were covered with bruises and self-harm scars. The twisted scars were densely packed, scarlet and glaring.

Song Guicheng's pupils twitched slightly. The scar was easy to explain, but these purple marks were obviously caused by beating. They were a mixture of new and old, and were quite horrifying.

Is it domestic violence, or...bullying?

Song Guicheng rubbed his eyebrows, unable to be sure for a moment. He had no memory of school and family.

This is the biggest difference between a single-player copy and a multiplayer copy. In a single-player copy, he will play the role of a native resident of the copy, while in a multiplayer copy, he will enter as an outsider.

In "Funeral in a Small Village", he obviously also played the role of a small villager, but that copy was only E-level, the interpersonal relationships were simple, the scenes were small, and it was not easy to be exposed.

This copy is obviously different. Both the interpersonal relationships and scenes are magnified many times and are more realistic, so he has to be extremely cautious.

The main quest is, who killed her?

The tone is strong and shocking.

Since entering the C-level dungeon, there have been very few tasks with such obvious directions, but this direction may be misleading or have a deeper meaning. Song Guicheng unconsciously rubbed his little finger. She is a girl. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be in the same school as him, otherwise there is no need to arrange a student identity for him.

Song Guicheng looked around and saw several boys and girls wearing the same school uniform as him, about sixteen or seventeen years old, gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing without restraint, with youthful and bright smiles on their faces, full of vitality and energy.

The most eye-catching person was Pei Shuangjin, who was carrying a simple black backpack and wearing a dark blue school uniform that was clean and tidy without any fancy decorations. He had a straight back and was holding a book and reading quietly in the messy atmosphere.

When he came into the world like this, he seemed to have gained some warmth. He walked down from the throne and became a handsome and beautiful student who attracted the attention of students. He could not be buried by trivial matters. He was both ordinary and extraordinary.

Song Guicheng pinched the backpack strap on his shoulder, as if he had really returned to his school days. The two of them were just naive students, and their lives were filled with only draft papers, test papers, academic reports, sweat, chalk dust and teachers' saliva. Everything was starting all over again.

But he knew that it was not the case. This was not the ordinary real world and they were not ordinary students. There was blood and horror, ghosts and killing here.

Song Guicheng's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He checked the system backpack, and the props were all intact inside, but the pocket watch was completely gone. He glanced at the empty grid, feeling lost.

Xiaohua hasn't woken up yet. She seems to have grown a little bit bigger. There used to be some space in the grid, but now it fills up the whole grid.

He gently touched Xiaohua's face through the screen. Xiaohua didn't notice it before, but now that he couldn't hear her chirping for her mother for a while, Song Guicheng felt lonely.

The watch on his left wrist was still there. It was 7:30 in the morning, the peak time for going to work and school. Even at this time, there were not many people at the station. Song Guicheng guessed that many people should have taken the first bus and left. This place seemed far away from the central financial circle, and commuting would take a long time.

He felt for the smartphone in his pocket, took it out and took a look. It was an old-fashioned smartphone with a slightly yellowed white frame and a crack on the screen.

The black screen reflects his current appearance. The dungeon pushes him back to his long-lost youth. The 17-year-old looks similar to his adult years, except that his cheeks are too thin in this dungeon, his bangs cover his eyebrows and eyes, and he looks quite gloomy when he lowers his head. With a pair of black-framed glasses, he is a dark otaku.

Song Guicheng fumbled with his cell phone. It was fully functional and had a signal. He flipped through his contacts and found that there were only a few people in it, including Boss Watanabe, Second Brother Nakano, and Boss Tanaka.

There were very few call records, most of which were text messages. The latest one was a breakfast list that Watanabe sent him at around 2 a.m. last night: 5 sandwiches, 6 rice balls, and soy milks. The tone of the message was like an order, and it was obvious that he was used to ordering him around.

Nakano was much more disgusting. He sent him a lot of nude photos and threatened him to send her nude photos. Fortunately, he fooled him every time.

Song Guicheng tightened his fingers, frowned, and his expression could not hide his disgust. He deleted the photos one by one.

He half covered his phone and flipped through it, carefully clicking on each picture one by one and deleting them in batches. However, there were too many of them, so he had to do it several times.

Song Guicheng frowned. The photo was full of black hair and greasy fat. He closed his eyes and was deeply irritated by the photo.

What should I do if I am about to get a stye? !

He was so focused on deleting the messages that he didn't notice that a student playing nearby sprained his ankle and bumped into him. His cell phone flew out and landed right at Pei Shuangjin's feet.

Song Guicheng stopped breathing.

Don’t pick it up! ! He roared in his heart, and pounced, but still failed to stop it. Pei Shuangjin had already picked it up.

He probably saw the content on the screen, and he obviously hesitated, frowned slightly, and then handed the phone to him without changing his expression.

Song Guicheng's face was stiff, not knowing what expression to make, so he could only say woodenly, "Thank you."

Their fingers touched. Pei Shuangjin's body temperature was much lower than that of ordinary people. Song Guicheng couldn't help but want to warm him up, but the other party had already retracted his hand.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath and said, "You guy named Zhongye, I'm going to kill you!"