I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When I opened my eyes again, I could only hear the ringing of a ringing phone, which was piercing and unpleasant.

Before daybreak, someone turned on the light.

The weather was freezing cold. Song Guicheng shivered as he tried his best to put on his clothes. No. 108 next to him looked sleepy.

"How did you sleep?" Song Guicheng asked him while putting on his coat.

No. 108 nodded, then shook his head: "It's too cold, and the bed is too hard."

It seemed he had no idea that something was lurking outside the window last night.

Song Guicheng lowered his eyes and didn't ask any more questions. Was the shadow he saw last night just an illusion caused by his sleepiness, or was there really something spying on them in the dark?

When the bell rang again, the woman from yesterday appeared outside the door.

She was wearing a thick cotton coat and was swollen like a penguin. The children could only wear a few thin clothes to keep warm and endure the cold weather.

They were led to have breakfast, which was the leftover porridge from last night. After being heated, it became even more watery and gave off a burnt smell.

I don’t know why, but the woman took them to the dining room and left, leaving only two aunts in the cafeteria to look after them.

"It's so annoying. Eating this again will make you sick sooner or later." A player complained in a low voice.

But even if they complained, they still had to finish the porridge. After all, there were two aunties staring at their table eagerly, afraid that they would not be able to find the mistakes made by the players.

Xiaohua seemed to sense the easing of the atmosphere and quietly crawled out of the pocket of her clothes. She was wearing the clothes made by the boss lady, which were delicate and lovely.

"Mom," she whispered in Song Guicheng's ear, "Why have you become smaller?"

Song Guicheng also answered her in a low voice: "Mom doesn't know either. This copy may be a little troublesome. You should hide it well."

Xiaohua nodded gently.

He suddenly remembered that Xiaohua hadn't eaten either, so he scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed her.

Xiaohua took a bite, frowned, and shook her head: "It tastes terrible, Mom, are you eating swill?"

Song Guicheng: ...Where did you learn the word "swill" from?

[I burst out laughing in front of the screen]

[Comments from my own daughter, hahahahahahahaha]

【Little Orange: If you can speak, then say more】

[You know what, the food they eat is not as good as what my pigs eat]

...?

Not as good as your pigs? Okay, okay, okay, I'll remember you, Song Guicheng thought secretly.

"Hey, you guys, come here!" The aunt who was feeding the child waved at them.

The players were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then walked over there.

Auntie thrust the bowls into their hands, pointed to the children standing by the table, and ordered, "Feed them."

Maybe there were not enough people, so they were called over to help.

Because of the inhuman torture they had suffered for a long time, those children were very short and skinny.

The players looked at each other and no one moved for a while. After the aunt urged them a few more times, Song Guicheng hesitantly squatted in front of a little girl numbered 22.

She was thin and dark, her hands clenched together nervously, and she looked at the fair and thin brother in front of her with her big black eyes.

The girl seemed to be in poor health, with sunken cheeks, a blue complexion and bloodless lips.

"Hurry up!" Auntie's impatient voice came from behind.

Song Guicheng waved at her slightly: "Come, come here."

The girl's mouth twitched in fear, and she walked towards him tremblingly. She thought she would be treated roughly again, but Song Guicheng fed her the food very gently with a spoon.

The porridge still tasted terrible, but it was easier to swallow than before. The girl opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but was stopped by Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng touched the little girl's cold hand, feeling her thin back of the hand and bony knuckles. His eyes dimmed, but he didn't say a word in the end.

He is not a savior, just an ordinary player.

How could he have the energy to reach out and save others when he was powerless in the face of his own situation? Apart from being a little gentler towards the child in front of him, he could do nothing.

[Is there anyone here? Can you give him a cheat code? I’ll kill all these useless NPCs.]

[It is suggested to send Chi Shen over to give them some small force to deter them]

[Kill directly until the dungeon is banned, right? 】

[I haven’t watched Chi Shen’s live broadcast for a long time]

[Who still remembers Chi Shen’s first match? My god, he killed the whole dungeon and turned it red]

[I thought he was a lunatic, but he turned out to be a gentle older brother]

[A gentle big brother? A gentle big brother who smiled and said, "If you move again, I'll kill you"? ]

……

All actions here seem to be guided by the sound of bells.

As soon as the bell rang, all the children put down their bowls, quickly lined up, and followed the aunt out of the cafeteria in pairs.

The players didn't dare to delay and followed them out.

They stepped onto the gravel road where water splashed. A faint light appeared on the horizon, and the sky covered by dark clouds was dull and depressing.

The procession passed through a corridor and led them to the room to which the woman had led them last night.

Only then did Song Guicheng understand the purpose of this room. It should be a classroom, and the tables and chairs placed in the hall were for them to use in class.

And what he saw last night was almost the entire picture of the house, with rough walls, worn-out tables and chairs, which had been baptized by countless years.

The three aunties who had just disappeared in the cafeteria were already waiting in the classroom. It turned out that the five aunties were not only staff members, but also teachers.

They arranged children of different ages at different tables. Song Guicheng and his friends sat at the innermost table, and the youngest sat closest to the door.

More than a hundred people were crowded in this small room, but no one spoke. It was silent, as if they were waiting for something.

There was a photo hanging in a very conspicuous position in the room. Song Guicheng narrowed his eyes and stared at it for a few seconds.

The photo seemed to be very old, with the frame showing marks and marks. The photo showed all the children and staff in the orphanage.

Everyone was wearing white clothes, but there was no joy on their faces when taking the photo. Their expressions were dull and stiff, as if they were taking a group funeral photo.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Song Guicheng suddenly frowned tightly, because the faces of the children in the last row of the photo were dark and blurry, as if ink was smudged on their faces, or as if they were deliberately blurred.

He counted them; there were exactly 18 of them, and a chill instantly crept up his limbs.

The faceless child stood quietly in the photo, staring silently at everything happening in the house. It felt thrilling and terrifying.

Just as Song Guicheng was puzzled and guessing the meaning of the painting, the door suddenly opened and all the students stood up at the same time as if a switch was pressed.

The five arrogant and fierce women now had humble expressions on their faces. Song Guicheng's gaze passed across their faces and then turned to the open door.

The first sense to be invaded was the sense of smell, a familiar, light smell of the night breeze, mixed with the smell of rain outside, which made Song Guicheng have an unrealistic idea in his heart.

He was a man shrouded in a gloomy sky, with calm brows and an unusually cold and beautiful face.

He raised his narrow eyes slightly and slowly scanned the students on both sides, finally resting his gaze on the stunned face of Song Guicheng.

His dark pupils showed no emotion, as if glass was shattered in them.

But it only lasted for a moment, and the man looked away indifferently.

Song Guicheng's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something. Thousands of thoughts were churning in his mind, making him feel a little nervous and uneasy.

Even though his appearance is different, his temperament is too similar to Gu Chaosheng's, equally cold and arrogant.

The man walked in slowly. In such cold weather, he was only wearing a thin sweater, as if the change in weather had no effect on him.