I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Fuck it, do you think I'm dead?" Nakano was furious and rushed towards the two men with his fists raised.

Watanabe stopped him lightly.

Watanabe held a cigarette in his hand and shook off the ash. He had white eyes, with more white than black. He looked at people sharply and fiercely. At this moment, he looked at the two of them with this kind of eyes.

"Are you going to mind your own business?"

Perhaps because he smokes frequently, Watanabe's voice is as rough as a heavy stone rolling on a slab of stone. His eyes are gloomy and violent, and the threat is self-evident.

"Fuck him! Big brother! Fuck him!" Nakano yelled behind him, his fat body trembling, his mouth still twitching in pain, saliva mixed with blood spurting out like a volcano about to erupt.

Watanabe waved his hand and he immediately fell silent.

Pei Shuangjin raised his eyes, and swept across everyone with a calm and cold gaze, showing no emotion, and finally pointed directly at Watanabe.

Nakano was stung by that gaze, and a sense of fear surged in his heart. He couldn't help but take half a step back.

Song Guicheng's nose was filled with the smell of cold breeze and night dew, like the wind that blows between night and dawn. The coldness of the whole night was mixed with warm vitality, contradictory and harmonious. It drilled into his nose, crawled through his throat, and enveloped his lungs, calming all the restlessness.

He heard Pei Shuangjin's heartbeat, dull and powerful, blending with his own heartbeat, making him feel truly that both of them were alive. The accumulated panic melted away little by little, and Song Guicheng squeezed into his arms again.

Pei Shuangjin thought Song Guicheng was frightened by Watanabe's words, so he patted his back to comfort him. His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the dozen people present to hear clearly: "I stand on his side."

These words were neither light nor heavy, but they made the hearts of everyone present tremble.

Song Guicheng tightened his arms around him, and the tears that had just been held back wanted to fall again, but he held them back with great effort.

Watanabe took a long puff of his cigarette, his expression changing. After a moment, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stepped on it hard, and sneered: "Okay, good man, you'd better stand on his side all the time."

Pei Shuangjin ignored him and picked up the schoolbag that Song Guicheng had dropped on the ground. Under the surprised, vicious, unwilling or aggrieved gazes of a dozen people, she grabbed his wrist and walked out of the dark and narrow alley, step by step, through the sticky mud, through the twisted branches, through the darkness, and towards the bright exit.

The warm sunshine immediately embraced the two of them, and the gentle breeze and lush cherry blossoms dispelled the coldness from their bodies.

Song Guicheng lowered his head and stared at his wrist, "You still want to stand by me?"

Pei Shuangjin helped him clean the mud on his schoolbag, but the mud had soaked into the fabric and could not be wiped clean, so he had to give up and hold the schoolbag for Song Guicheng: "I will not stand on the side of the bully."

In other words, he not only stood on the side of Song Guicheng, but also on the side of the oppressed weak.

Song Guicheng hummed heavily, and was glad that he and Wu Zhi had always been in the same camp. If he was the kind of person who would not care about the lives of others for the sake of his own life, Wu Zhi would not have seen him from the beginning.

Pei Shuangjin pulled him and said, "Let's go to class."

Song Guicheng followed and walked forward: "Okay."

He stared at the gray-black mud on Pei Shuangjin's feet, which formed a sharp contrast with the clean and bright white sneakers, and found it too glaring.

"Wait." When they were still a few steps away from the school gate, Song Guicheng suddenly spoke.

Pei Shuangjin looked at him puzzledly.

Song Guicheng squatted down, supported himself on one knee, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the dirt off the edge of Pei Shuangjin's shoes bit by bit.

He looked serious and focused, not like he was polishing a shoe but rather a rare treasure.

Pei Shuangjin was stunned for a moment. The boy's hair was black and soft, and the light spot on his head flickered. He immediately reached out his hand to help Song Guicheng up: "Get up." His tone was a little stern.

The boy didn't move.

Song Guicheng could feel Pei Shuangjin's slight anger, which was due to his self-deprecation, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

If someone broke his spine and made him kneel down like a caged bird, he would rather die than give in. If someone truly loved him, he would willingly give up everything to have a clear conscience.

"All right."

The shoes were restored to their neat and flawless state. Song Guicheng was satisfied. He rolled up the tissue and looked up, only to find that Pei Shuangjin had squatted down at some point and was at eye level with him.

That calm expression cracked a little, revealing doubt and confusion: "Why do you do this?"

Song Guicheng smiled and moved closer to Pei Shuangjin, their noses almost touching. "I don't want you to be stained with mud when you stand on my side. I hope you can be clean when you stand on my side."

The boy was clearly smiling, but there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, like the mist covering the lake, and also covering him.

Pei Shuangjin seemed to see a drizzle falling in Song Guicheng's eyes, trying to drown the whole world in his eyes. His heart was tugged by the rain and soaked in salty tears.

"Why are you so sad?" He reached out and touched the boy's face, wanting to wipe away his tears, but felt no moisture.

After a moment's pause, he realized that it was his own heart that was raining.

Pei Shuangjin explained seriously: "I can't blame you, blame them for taking you to a bad place and bullying you. Blame the people who made the mistake, don't blame yourself."

He didn't understand why Song Guicheng was carrying such a heavy sin. People cannot carry the sins of the world on their shoulders, or they will suffocate.

"I know," Song Guicheng shook Pei Shuangjin's hand and rubbed his palm lovingly, "I know."

He just blamed himself for messing up things in the past, causing Wu Zhi, who stood on his side, to be imprisoned. He blamed himself for not being strong enough to hold Wu Zhi high.

But there was no need to tell Pei Shuangjin all this. Memories were too heavy and painful. There was nothing wrong in letting Wu Zhi continue to be a young man.

"Let's go, go in quickly, or we'll be late." Song Guicheng stood up first.

Students passing by cast their eyes over to him from time to time, but he had no interest in being treated like a monkey.

Wu Zhi carried his schoolbag, sorted out Song Guicheng's clothes, and the two walked into the school together.

Mingde Yijuku High School does not cover a large area and is very old. It has not been renovated for a long time. Even the gold paint on the school nameplate has slightly rusted and has become dull.

As soon as you step in, you're greeted by a sense of age and oldness. The water in the fountain pool at the main entrance is dead silent, turbid and bottomless, with scale and rotten leaves that haven't been cleaned up accumulated on the edges.

The white walls outside the building were covered with dust and residual bird droppings, with weeds and unknown wild flowers growing in the corners. It was a mixture of death and decadence, and even the students entering the school seemed a little less lively.

Only the cherry trees planted along the wall are blooming vigorously, telling of the beauty of spring, but they seem out of place in the silent campus.

Next to the cherry tree is a bicycle parking lot, lined with rows of bicycles, some old and some new. It was probably almost time for class, so the students threw their bicycles into the parking lot and hurriedly ran towards the teaching building.

Song Guicheng was also infected by this atmosphere and quickened his pace towards the teaching building.

The teaching building is the tallest building in the school, with a total of six floors. The first floor is for classes D, E, and F of senior year. Based on this speculation, the second floor is for classes A, B, and C, and class F of sophomore year is on the third floor.

The teaching building is also old and looks square. Time has accumulated on it. The white walls and gray floors are rough to the touch. Even the sounds of reading and talking are compressed into this square box.

Song Guicheng was almost desensitized to the oppressive feeling brought by the copy, but he was not completely unaffected. His mood became heavy, like the sky covered by dark clouds.

The corridor was dimly lit, narrow and low. People were squeezed so hard that even their breathing slowed down. Song Guicheng quickened his pace and suddenly stopped when he turned the corner at the stairs to the first floor.

Suzuki Yukina, who was in the same class with him, was climbing up the stairs with difficulty. She held onto the railing with both hands, put one leg on the stairs, and leaned sideways to lift the other leg up.

Only then did Song Guicheng discover that Suzuki Xuena's other leg was not in good condition and she was lame. No wonder she wore soft-soled sneakers, which would have made walking more comfortable.

Suzuki Yukina noticed that someone was going upstairs behind her, so she quickly moved aside, but she heard a gentle voice: "Classmate, do you need help?"

She was slightly startled, turned around, and saw Song Guicheng's name tag. Looking up, she saw a look of sincere concern in his moist eyes.

Suzuki Xuena was in a trance for a moment. It seemed like the first time she saw Song Guicheng with his bangs parted. Usually he hid himself and tried his best to pretend to be invisible.

She suddenly felt a little ashamed of herself, and quickly lowered her head, pursed her lips, grabbed the railing, shook her head, and shrank even lower to make more space for passage.

Song Guicheng didn't force it. He nodded and went upstairs with Pei Shuangjin.

As he was about to turn to the second floor, he looked down again. Suzuki Yukina was still in the same position as before, leaning against the stairs, her body curled up, her hair covering most of her face, like a mushroom hiding in the corner.

A guess came to his mind, and he turned to ask Pei Shuangjin: "Is Suzuki Xuena also often bullied?"

Pei Shuangjin frowned slightly and recalled for a moment: "It was before, but I'm not sure about this period."

Song Guicheng nodded thoughtfully. He suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Why is Watanabe so afraid of you?"

The two walked upstairs side by side. Pei Shuangjin lifted his schoolbag and said calmly, "They can't beat me, and they can't sue me."

Song Guicheng: Ah?

Only then did he realize that Watanabe and his gang had bullied others in the toilet before. Pei Shuangjin saw it, recorded the video and called the police, but Watanabe's family had many connections in the area, so the police station just went through the motions and released them.

Later, Watanabe and his group moved to another place, and Pei Shuangjin ran into them again at the bicycle parking lot. This time, he took advantage of the fact that they were gathering in the unfinished building and beat them up.

This was the third time I met Song Guicheng.

"What are you going to do this time?" Song Guicheng asked curiously.

Pei Shuangjin thought for a while and shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

He cannot control the evil of human nature, and it is impossible for him to watch Song Guicheng all the time.

Song Guicheng smiled softly. He took the schoolbag from Pei Shuangjin and said slowly, "It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's enough for me to know that you are on my side."

Pei Shuangjin loosened his grip, looked at the smile on Song Guicheng's face, and his heart beat slightly.