I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Pei Shuangjin had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, but the phone flew straight into his eyes and he had no time to dodge.

What he saw was greasy, wrinkled fat and an ugly, self-indulgent face. He couldn't help feeling disgusted. Then he thought of the owner of the phone, that thin and frail boy.

The boy's dark blue school uniform had been washed to a slightly white color, and his black hair lay softly on his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes, making him look a little gloomy.

In fact, he didn't have much impression of this classmate of the same grade until today when he pulled this classmate back from the side of the track and saw his appearance clearly for the first time. Unlike his dull temperament, he looked gentle and handsome, especially his eyes, which were clean and clear, like slowly flowing lake water.

Pei Shuangjin saw the name tag on the boy’s chest, Song Guicheng. He remembered him as the last in his grade.

I don’t know why I didn’t have a deep impression of him before, until today when I saw his face clearly, I felt overly familiar with him, as if I had known him for a long, long time, before today.

The boy seemed very afraid that the content on his phone would be seen, so he rushed over in a hurry. At that moment he also saw the purple lumps and knife scars on Song Guicheng's arms.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of life the boy usually leads.

Pei Shuangjin's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain. The wound was on Song Guicheng's body, but he also felt pain inexplicably. He couldn't help but frowned.

But Pei Shuangjin has always been good at concealing his emotions. When he looked up again, he had returned to his usual expressionless look and returned the phone to Song Guicheng.

The boy's hair on his forehead was blown away by the wind, and one could vaguely see his soft eyebrows and the panic hidden in them. He probably didn't even realize how unstable his breathing was, or how cold his hand was when he took the phone.

I should have let him lean on me for a little longer. This thought suddenly popped up in Pei Shuangjin's mind, and even he was secretly surprised.

Song Guicheng was still mourning for his innocence. Since it was already like this, he simply gave up and moved closer to Pei Shuangjin, explaining dryly: "The photo is not me..."

Before he could finish his words, Pei Shuangjin interrupted him: "I know." He smelled the slightly bitter fragrance on the boy and patiently added, "I didn't misunderstand you."

His voice was not loud, but clear and cold, like a drop of water dripping into the lake, causing ripples in Song Guicheng's heart.

"um. Thank you."

Song Guicheng's lips curled up into a small smile, and his eyes were filled with a faint smile.

Pei Shuangjin did not answer and continued to read his book with his head down.

Song Guicheng didn't disturb him and just stood beside him. The morning breeze blew across the mountains and fields, bringing a damp touch and a fresh smell. He opened his schoolbag and looked through the things inside.

The boy next to him was quiet, even quieter than the other students who were laughing and talking loudly. But Pei Shuangjin, who could concentrate on his studies even in a busy city, found it difficult to concentrate at this moment. He always wanted to say something to the boy next to him.

Song Guicheng had no idea what was going on in Pei Shuangjin's mind. The shoulder straps of his schoolbag were worn, but very clean. There weren't many things in it, just a pencil case, a few textbooks and homework. He rummaged through it and found an English test paper, which was wrinkled and squeezed between the pages.

Song Guicheng thought he didn't know how his grades were going to be, and he unfolded the test paper without any preparation, and then saw a bright red 13.

?

? ?

Damn it.

Song Guicheng was stunned. 13 points, it was even scarier than seeing a ghost!

If he remembered correctly, the full score for English in Japan seemed to be 200 points.

……

Song Guicheng's hands rarely shook because of his grades.

"Don't thank me for not misunderstanding you."

Pei Shuangjin's voice suddenly came over, and Song Guicheng subconsciously stuffed the test paper with 13 points into his schoolbag to destroy it, then turned to look at him.

Pei Shuang took in all of Song Guicheng's little movements, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but it was fleeting.

He continued: "I misunderstood your words. That's my fault. I didn't misunderstand you, and it's not something to be thanked for. I have no reason to imagine you without any evidence."

Pei Shuangjin, also known as Wu Zhi, is actually not a talkative person, but at this moment he is like a patient teacher, explaining to Song Guicheng the truth that "you don't have to regard things that others should have done as a gift to yourself".

After hearing his words, Song Guicheng's eyes turned red and his grip on the schoolbag tightened little by little.

Time goes back to the day when Song Guicheng tried his best to deny himself and insulted himself with unbearable words. It was also the day when Wu Zhi firmly told him not to judge his own value based on the way others treat him.

The more you get in touch with Wu Zhi, the more you will fall for him, and the more you will want to cry for him.

When he first met Wu Zhi, he felt that he was like a towering snow-capped mountain, imposing and unattainable. But when the snow on the mountain melted, buds would grow, flowers would bloom, and they would be incredibly soft.

Song Guicheng zipped up his schoolbag. After a "swish" sound, the air seemed to be silent for a moment, helping to dispel his mood.

"Pei Shuangjin," Song Guicheng suddenly called him, his voice was very soft and low, like the hazy sunlight behind the clouds, "I thank you, not just for this matter."

Ok?

Pei Shuangjin turned his head slightly, but could not see the boy's face. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. He had a layer of faint sadness on his face, separating himself from the crowd in the small station.

Pei Shuangjin moved his fingers and suddenly wanted to hug him and touch him like comforting a cub.

"The tram is coming! The tram is coming!" A cheering female voice interrupted his thoughts.

Pei Shuangjin twisted her fingers to suppress the strange feeling in her heart.

In the distance, a blue tram was moving slowly towards them along the rusty tracks. The tram was very old, with the paint on the body slightly peeling, and it only had two carriages.

When Song Guicheng first heard a series of "crunching" sounds, which were violent, rapid, and intermittent, as if the wheels had run over some obstacle, and then quickly disappeared.

He looked up and saw that the huge glass window at the front of the tram strangely did not reflect any scenery. It was like an empty eye. For some reason, the surroundings became quiet and even the wind died down. It felt a little weird for no reason.

Song Guicheng swallowed hard, and after blinking, everything returned to normal. The car window reflected the blue sky, white clouds, and telephone poles. People were talking, and the wind blew the corners of the billboards.

It was as if it was just his illusion.

However, Song Guicheng always believed in his own feelings and did not believe that there would be any illusions in the copy.

The station's reminder sounded, and the tram stopped. With a creaky sound, the door slowly opened. A few people were sitting sparsely inside, and the car was completely silent.

Song Guicheng pinched the strap of his schoolbag and walked in.

*

There were many empty seats in the car, so Pei Shuangjin found a seat and sat down, turning another page of the book in his hand. Song Guicheng sat next to him. Resisting the urge to peek at him, he kept his legs together and put his hands on his knees.

There was a girl sitting on the other side of him, and she got on the bus at the stop in front of him.

The girl leaned on the armrest, but she was not relaxed. Instead, her body was tense, as if she was ready to stand up from her seat at any time. Her shoulder-length hair covered most of her face, and she swayed from side to side with the car body.

Song Guicheng saw the name tag of Mingde Juku High School on the girls’ school uniform. He followed the handwriting and read: Second year, Group F, Suzuki Yukina.

Song Guicheng was stunned because this girl was her classmate.

He withdrew his gaze unnoticeably, letting his hair block his vision, conscientiously maintaining his persona as an autistic poor student.

With his head lowered, he could only see the shoes on his feet. Song Guicheng discovered that he was wearing a pair of very old white sneakers. There were fine lines on the uppers, and the edges of the shoes were worn but wiped very clean. The laces had lost their brightness and became a little loose, and were tied tightly into a bow.

Obviously, Song Guicheng's youth was characterized by poverty, inferiority complex and poor academic performance.

He shifted his gaze slightly and saw that Suzuki Yukina was wearing a pair of black soft-soled sneakers without shoelaces. The style was very similar to those of old people's footwear, and was out of tune with the fashionable Mary Jane shoes and sneakers worn by the girls around her.

Song Guicheng looked at it for two more seconds, and a well-proportioned hand suddenly reached out from the other side. The slightly warm palm pressed against his forehead, brushed away his bangs, and lifted his head up at the same time.

Pei Shuangjin said calmly: "Hair that is too long is bad for your eyesight."

Song Guicheng obediently let him do what he wanted, her eyelashes trembling like leaves swaying in the wind.

"I'll cut it," he said softly.

Pei Shuangjin withdrew his hand: "Yes."

Fujita Chinami, who was in the same class and carriage with Pei Shuangjin, glanced at his interaction with Song Guicheng and her eyes widened.

There are many scores on the plain, each one is better than the other.

Her lovely, beautiful and gentle best friend has been secretly in love with Pei Shuangjin for a long time, but Pei Shuangjin rejected her decisively. She would probably be heartbroken if she saw this scene.

However, this Song Guicheng was not the same as the one he remembered. He was always timid when interacting with people before, his eyes were evasive and he didn't know where to look, like a rat in a ditch with its tail gleaming.

Although he still likes to keep his head down, his back is straight, and his movements have become more... elegant and calm?

Fujita Chinami stared at Song Guicheng. The boy pushed back his bangs to reveal delicate facial features and fair skin.

Has he ever been this good-looking before?

She shook her head, but found that her impression of him was very vague.

Never mind, Chinami Fujita sat up straight, they were about to reach their stop.

The train signal sounded, announcing the arrival of Mingde Juku High School, and the students in the carriage got off one after another.

Song Guicheng felt in his pocket and took out the ticket. The location shown on it was from Wuchiting to Mingde Yiju High School.

Wuchiting. Song Guicheng searched his mind for the Japanese cities he remembered and found that there was no city with this name.

This copy may be a derivative world based on reality, or there may be a parallel earth in the world.

Anyway, ever since Song Guicheng learned the nature of this world from Gao Yu, he would not be surprised no matter where he ended up.

There is a world outside of this world, and there is a force outside of this force. They operate independently and occasionally intersect with each other.

Song Guicheng threw the ticket into the recycling bin.

After leaving the station, they came to the more prosperous city center. The road was flat but not wide, and could only accommodate two cars running side by side. On both sides of the road were shops with words on their signs, including stationery stores, sushi restaurants, bakeries, and cafes in different colors. Extending to both sides were residential areas.

Song Guicheng lagged behind Pei Shuangjin by two steps and followed him slowly, following his shadow while observing the surrounding environment.

This place is very close to the school. There are not only shops but also residents. It is not easy to kill someone here. If it is a ghost, it is another matter.

Who killed her?

There are actually two problems with this sentence.

The first question is who was killed.

The second question is who killed her.

Song Guicheng looked around the street and saw neither a missing person notice nor a reward for clues.

Turning a corner, the shadows of the tall buildings faded away in an instant, and the sun poured down. The branches of the cherry blossom trees poked out from the school wall, and the petals were soft in color, falling like pink snow.

When Song returned home and found himself surrounded by the beautiful spring scenery, he realized that the winter had not yet passed and the spring banquet had arrived.