I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

[Xiao Cheng Zi is finally on air, I miss you so much woooooooooooooooooo]

[The Yongding Tower dungeon has been refreshed again? I wonder if the authorities can make the dungeons in each place different every time they are opened? ]

[Isn’t this great? It’s like playing a new puzzle every time]

……

"The above remarks involve the Soul Tracing Game, and the streamer has been blocked."

"Hello, everyone." A gentle male voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the audience, the voice was clean and slightly low.

The barrage of comments stopped for a second, then began to roll wildly, densely covering the entire screen.

[Ahhhhh, what did I hear? The host's voice? ]

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ve heard this countless times when watching live broadcasts, but I really can’t stand this kind of 3D surround sound.]

[I can only say, awesome, this voice is so true to my face]

Along with the barrage came a large wave of rewards.

When Song Guicheng was lying on the bed, he remembered that he could already interact with the barrage, so he said something tentatively, but he didn't expect to get such an effect.

He thanked them politely and picked some questions to answer, although these questions... seemed to have nothing to do with the live broadcast.

[Does Little Orange like his father or mother? ]

Song Guicheng didn't know what was going on: "Uh... this..."

[Does the anchor have a boyfriend? ]

Song Guicheng was terrified: "Ah? No, no!"

He was surprised by this question. What were the thoughts going on in the heads of the audience now?

[Has the anchor had plastic surgery? ]

Song Guicheng: "No." He pinched his face to prove to the audience, "Here, it's all natural."

His brown eyes were reflected on the screen, emitting some faint light. His slender white fingers gently pinched his cheeks, and he slightly raised his eyes to look at the screen, looking a little confused.

[Ahhhh, I'm going crazy again]

[No, it's a bit weird to be looked at by him, monster, take back your charm! ]

[I work diligently every day, just to see this. I cry.jpg]

[I am open about where the money comes from, but I am hesitant about how I spend it]

……

Song Guicheng expressed his understanding as he looked at the barrage of comments that suddenly went crazy. As a human being, it is inevitable to go crazy; it is just a matter of time.

However, he still reminded them seriously: "Everyone should give tips after you have enough money to support yourself. You must take care of yourself first."

He interacted with everyone for a while, and as the audience was reluctant to leave, he turned off the barrage. There was no sound during the whole process, as if everything was done through brain waves.

This is good, otherwise the scene presented by the interaction with the audience would be like a person talking to himself at night, which is a bit scary to think about.

Before going to bed, he went to see Xiaohua. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Xiaohua seemed to have grown a little.

Hmm... my clothes are bulging.

I guess I have to make new clothes for her. Song Guicheng was thinking about what style to make for Xiaohua next time.

He suddenly glanced at the cardboard next to Xiaohua. That was what he got from the copy of "Ankang Orphanage". Can this be used to make clothes for Xiaohua?

He clicked on the details to read the introduction.

[C-level props: colored cardboard (consumable: 3 times)

Move as you like, change as you like, and fold out whatever you want.

Duration: 3 minutes.

It seems that this is not possible.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips. This prop looked very useful, but it was limited to 3 times and lasted only 3 minutes.

But three minutes is enough. Three minutes can change a lot of things. In the copy, one second is enough to change life or death.

After pressing the blackout button, the last ray of light in the room disappeared, darkness enveloped him, and everything fell into mysterious silence.

Although there are many dangers hidden at night, sleeping also gives people a sense of security that they don’t have during the day.

There are usually few accidents on the first night, and this night was no exception. Song Guicheng saw the morning sun, opened the curtains, and the weather outside was fine.

Although it is a bit stuffy, nowadays there are no crisscrossing concrete floors to block the dissipation of heat, and there are few cars emitting exhaust gas, so it is bearable.

Song Guicheng and Chen Wenyu said good morning in the living room.

"How did you sleep?" Song Guicheng asked.

Chen Wenyu wiped his glasses, revealing a youthful face, and nodded slightly: "Not bad."

Song Guicheng blinked: "What major are you studying?"

"Computer," Chen Wenyu was a little surprised, "Why are you asking this?"

It’s okay, I just wanted to confirm my guess. I’m indeed a science genius.

Song Guicheng thought of his hopeless life and silently shed sad tears.

"Good morning, little orange~"

As soon as he went out, Song Guicheng received a warm greeting from Shi Sui. He still looked full of energy, and this mentality was truly unique in the copy.

Xu Chongchuan nodded to both of them as a greeting.

"Let's go out and have breakfast," Shi Sui rubbed his hungry stomach, "There should be a lot of stalls around here."

Xu Chongchuan and Chen Wenyu also agreed. They didn’t have dinner last night, so they were really hungry when they woke up in the morning.

"and many more."

Song Guicheng suddenly stopped and thought of something very important.

The other three hurriedly stopped and looked at Song Guicheng who looked nervous. Shi Sui asked, "What's wrong? What did you find?"

Song Guicheng held his breath and concentrated: "Do you... bring any money?"

Age:?

Chen Wenyu:?

Xu Chongchuan: …

The three of them looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces. Finally, Chen Wenyu spoke up: "Points can be exchanged for currency. Don't you... know?"

Song Guicheng:? No one told him.

He opened the mall and the first item he saw was in RMB. According to the current price, 1 point could be exchanged for 2 yuan.

……

He looked at the sky and the ground awkwardly, but didn't look at the three people in front of him: "Haha, what are you guys standing there for? Come on, let's go out and have breakfast."

How can you blame him for this? He just reached level D and hasn't opened the mall in the dungeon yet, and there's no novice guide. How could he know this?

Shi Sui said: "There are many ways to die in a dungeon, but dying from stupidity is actually rare."

[Fuck, this is hilarious hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

[My wife is so stupid, I love her even more]

[Don’t be afraid, honey. I’ll give you a reward right now. Eat as much as you can! ]

[Stupid as hell, Shi Shen's performance is still stable]

[Where is the representative of Shishen class? Come and record the golden sentences]

[Pay attention, let me see if I can really be stupid to death]

……

The popularity of the live broadcast room has increased slightly.

After all, which anchor would not immediately open the mall to browse for life-saving props after entering a dungeon? It is rare to find an anchor who thinks that "the mall and everything else are nothing".

Song Guicheng: No, just because I’m poor.

I walked down the old stairs to the fourth floor. The stairs were very clean, without any cigarette ash, and even the corners were free of dust.

"It's so clean." Song Guicheng exclaimed.

Generally, the floors of these old buildings are mostly stained and the walls are covered with dense small advertisements, but there is none of this in Yongding Building. The small advertisements on the walls have also been processed, and those that cannot be cleaned cleanly only leave some white paper prints stuck on the gray-white walls.

"It's not a good thing to be so clean." Shi Sui touched the handrail and shook his head.

Song Guicheng thought about it and realized that it was really difficult to keep such a clean old building with people living in it. Either everyone was very conscious of protecting the environment here, or...

There are no living people here at all!

He was so frightened by his own thoughts that he broke out in a sweat.

When I walked to the third floor, I saw the old man from last night kneeling in the toilet at the end of the corridor, wiping the floor tiles.

The old man pounded his aching waist and slowly stood up from the ground. His foot slipped and he was about to fall to the ground, but he was caught by a warm hand.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Song Guicheng had just come over to ask the old man about something, and he quickly gave him a hand.

The old man turned around slowly, his movements a little stiff. He rubbed his eyes, moved in front of Song Guicheng, and looked at him carefully with his dirty eyes for a while.

"Oh... it's you..." After a long while, the old man recognized him, "Thank you, young man."

His voice was very dry and hoarse, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Guicheng looked at the red bucket and the rag floating in the bucket beside the old man. "Uncle, besides being a security guard, you are also a cleaner."

The old man pounded his back and nodded: "Hey hey."

Shi Sui asked: "How much do you make a month?"

"Ah?" The old man was stunned for a moment and waved his hand, "It's our own place, why would it cost money to clean it up?"

Your own place... this building is yours?!

Song Guicheng: After all this time, it turns out that I am the clown.