I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The screen in the live broadcast room was filled with comments like “???”. Who was he, how did he get the key, and why did he help the players? The audience was arguing over these questions.

However, one fact is certain: Song Guicheng is not dead, and those who bet on his death lost a large amount of points.

[The Ankang Orphanage has been refreshed so many times, but I have never seen this NPC before.]

[Where did he get the key? Ahhhhhh, my head itches, I feel like I have no brains]

[No, don’t you think this NPC’s attitude towards the anchor is weird? ]

[I also think, with so many people, why only single out the anchor?]

[Maybe this is a trap. It’s not certain whether the host will live or die after taking the key.]

[I'm betting my boss's hair that this key is definitely real]

What did the boss do wrong?

……

The text scrolled rapidly, and the number of people in the live broadcast room increased from over 7000 to in one fell swoop.

[The number of viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 10,000. Congratulations to the anchor for his achievement: the center of attention

Reward: 200 points]

[Please keep up the good work, continue to shine and attract more viewers! ]

Song Guicheng hadn't gotten over what had just happened yet, and the electronic sound of the system in his mind was blurred. He walked downstairs woodenly and entered the classroom before the bell rang.

Seeing him return unharmed, some were happy, some were surprised, and more people looked at him with curiosity.

Xiao Ba's joy almost burst out of his chest, but it was already time for class and he couldn't rush over to ask Song Guicheng.

Wu Zhi didn't show up the whole day, so there was no one to teach them. The players either did their homework on their own or passed notes to communicate with their peers.

Xiao Ba passed him a note: Why did Teacher Wu call you out?

Song Guicheng thought for a moment and wrote on the paper: Don’t ask anymore.

Xiao Ba thought it was something unspeakable and was worrying about it, when he saw Song Guicheng write on a piece of paper: You can't understand it with your IQ.

Xiao Ba: You...? ! !

However, he also saw that Song Guicheng didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Others cast some inquiring glances at Song Guicheng, but Song Guicheng lowered his head and played with his pen, pretending not to see them.

Of course he couldn't tell them what happened just now. If he did, the result would inevitably be the players' scrutiny and isolation, although there was already some of that happening now.

Song Guicheng even suspected in his heart that Wu Zhi called him out alone in public just to isolate him.

He also didn't understand Wu Zhi's intention of doing this. The strong sense of uneasiness disturbed his heart, but he still tried his best to suppress it and calmly did the things in his hands.

After the evening bell rings, it is their free time.

"Why did Teacher Wu pull you out?" No. 111 came over and asked. His question was exactly what everyone was curious about, and all the players' eyes were focused on Song Guicheng.

Under the gaze of everyone, Song Guicheng slowly said: "I don't remember."

He pursed his lips and said, "After I followed him out, he took me to the classroom, and I don't remember what happened after that."

Song Guicheng looked distressed, his long eyelashes covering his dark brown eyes, as if he had really lost his memory, and he felt confused and a little helpless.

This kind of thing has happened in the dungeon before. After being marked, the player's memory will be erased, and then he will die in a miserable way in the dungeon. Several players silently moved away from him.

Xiao Wu propped his chin with one hand and tapped his cheek twice with his fingers. He didn't know whether he believed his words or not. But even if he didn't believe it, what would happen? They couldn't know what had just happened.

"Are you trying to hide the clues?" a player muttered.

Song Guicheng spread his hands: "Don't you know all the important clues? Where is the door to escape from here, and where is the key."

"Besides, this is a multiplayer dungeon. The more people survive, the better it is for us, right?"

This is true. After all, when the points are finally calculated, the player's survival rate accounts for a large proportion.

Therefore, no one was holding on to this issue any longer. Even if someone was dissatisfied and wanted to say a few more words, they were scolded back by Xiao Ba.

"The next most important question is," Xiao Wu suddenly spoke up, interrupting their argument. The players all quieted down and looked at her, "how do we get the key?"

This is the top priority for clearing the dungeon.

It's useless to know where the key is if you can't get it.

Xiao Wu said slowly: "Based on my observations last night, the main means by which the black shadow attacks people should be its tentacles."

And according to Song Guicheng's past description, it definitely has more than one tentacle.

However, although there are many of them, the tentacles have no eyes and cannot see, nor ears and noses, so they cannot hear or smell. They can only complete some simple instructions according to the instructions of the black shadow.

So she used a prop to cover up her breath last night and deceived the patrolling tentacle.

"Either we defeat the shadow and take the key directly," Xiao Wu licked his lips, with no fear in his eyes, "or we can lure him away when he opens the door and sneak out through it."

After the words fell, no one responded for a while. Both actions were very dangerous.

But you can't get the tiger cub without risking it.

"I agree with the second one." Song Guicheng raised his hand.

Other players also think that the second operation is less difficult than the first. It is easy to figure out which one has a higher probability of success, a head-on attack or a sneak attack.

However, how to lure away the black shadow became a difficult problem.

"I have props that can attract the boss's attention." Xiao Wu suddenly said this.

"Really?"

"That's great!"

"Thank you!"

The players all looked at her with gratitude. They were just worrying about how to lure away the shadow, but the girl generously donated money.

"But..." Xiao Wu looked a little embarrassed, "This item must be worn by the player to be effective."

This means that whoever wears this item will be the target of the boss's hatred. This is completely a trick to lure the tiger out of the cave.

The players who were discussing enthusiastically just now fell silent again. Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. No one was willing to gamble their lives.

If you win the bet, you are lucky enough to escape; if you lose the bet, you will die without a burial place.

Xiao Wu glanced at the players who were looking down and saw that Song Guicheng looked thoughtful. He did not lower his head timidly, nor did he try to be a hero. He volunteered to do it.

He mentally assessed the risks of this action, physically he wasn't the strongest and at 15 he wasn't in very good shape.

He didn't have much experience in dungeons, and couldn't deal with dungeon bosses with ease. Besides, his only life-saving item was used up the night before.

But he is indeed the one among these players who is most familiar with the building.

He was a little conflicted.

Finally, he exhaled and said slowly: "Why not draw lots?"

Leave the decision to God and your own luck.

There is no better way than this. No one wants to go, but no one wants to be the bad guy and force others to go.

Human nature is so complex. It is neither pure white nor pure black. Instead, it is a mixture of shadows of black and white, a hodgepodge of various colors.

Everyone agreed.

White paper balls were thrown up, and then fell down one after another like flying snowflakes, and no one knew who they were going to bury.

Everyone carefully selected their own slips, and some even secretly prayed to the heavens. Song Guicheng picked one at random, and he would accept it no matter whether it was his or not.

“3——2——1——” As the countdown ended, everyone unfolded the paper balls in their hands.

Song Guicheng saw that there was a blank space on his paper ball - it was not him.

"Ah——" No. 106 let out a short cry of emergency, and threw the ball of paper on the table. A big word "Zhong" was written on the white paper.

He won the lottery.

He had been following Xiao Wu ever since he entered the dungeon and had hardly ever acted on his own, but fate had played such a big joke on him.

Xiaowu patted No. 106 on the shoulder to comfort him. It was actually a bit funny that a 15-year-old tall boy was comforted by a girl who was half a head shorter than him, but no one was laughing. Instead, everyone felt a sense of secret relief.

"Since you're chosen, you go. It won't take long." Xiao Wu had no intention of covering up for him. She sighed, her tone a little heavy, "I can't take you through the dungeon for the rest of my life."

"You will grow up one day." She felt helpless and couldn't suppress her worry, but she still gritted her teeth and advised him to accept reality.