When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan was at a loss for words when asked by Yan Shao. If he knew that Wen Lang scared him so much that his shoes ran away, he wondered if he would go crazy on the spot.

The more Liang Yan didn't answer, the more curious Yan Shao became. He waited anxiously and was hesitating to find an excuse, but Wen Lang took the conversation: "Don't you guys know yet?"

The others looked at each other: "???" They really didn't know.

Wen Lang was shocked: "It turns out that you don't know that there is an NPC follower mode here."

The real NPC behind him with disheveled hair slowly had three question marks on his head, frowning and squinting at Wen Lang, what is NPC follow mode?She is a serious NPC who doesn't even know.

Yu Yang's eyes lit up: "Mr. Wen, how do you know? Tell us quickly!"

Wen Lang pointed to the inside of the hotel: "Come with me, I'll tell you."

The group consciously kept up, Liang Yan and him walked ahead, and asked him in a low voice: "Wen Lang, what is the NPC follow mode?"

From an angle that others couldn't see, Wen Lang raised his eyebrows at him: "Shh, I haven't made it up yet."

"Edit? Are you editing now?"

Wen Lang took it for granted: "Otherwise? Could it be that you really have an NPC following mode?"

Liang Yan: "..." What kind of evildoer is he?

There is a small fitness area at the end of the corridor of the hotel, with a few simple sports equipment, and a sofa for resting next to it.

Wen Lang had almost figured it out, and felt that the rest area was a good venue, suitable for nonsense in a small area, so he pointed to the sofa: "Just here, take a break, and I will tell you the rules of the NPC follow mode."

Everyone sat around him with serious faces, not so serious in class.

Those who listened seriously, but Wen Lang opened his eyes and told nonsense, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "I did my homework before I came here, have you read the strategies on the Internet?"

Except for Liang Yan, the other six shook their heads: "No."

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, it would be easier if it wasn't there: "This small town is the background of a tragic story, and every character played by an NPC is very tragic. You all noticed it after you came in, right?"

The others nodded: "I noticed."

Only Liang Yan looked surprised, and wanted to ask where they noticed it?But he held back.

Wen Lang spoke more and more vigorously: "Since it is a tragic plot, these NPCs must have obsessions that cannot be let go and are not understood by others, so they need love and understanding."

Love and understanding? ? ?

Liang Yan got goosebumps from him, and the rest of them listened seriously. Yu Yang wished he could write it down in his notebook: "Teacher Wen is indeed a master of games, and he has analyzed the background of the game creation so thoroughly!"

Xiang Heng was a little anxious: "What is love and understanding? Is it so complicated?"

Wen Lang's face was inscrutable: "The background is complicated, but this is a game, and the trigger point is of course not complicated. In the strategy, it is marked that love and understanding are expressed by the player giving the NPC a hug."

Chu Hanwen's IQ regained consciousness, and he expressed doubts, "A hug?"

Wen Lang nodded: "Don't you believe it?" Then he pulled Liang Yan up and said, "It's fine if you don't believe me, anyway, I told you the method, believe it or not, you don't care."

Wen Hao called Liang Yan to stop: "Yanyan, is this the method you use?"

"I don't believe it after asking." Wen Lang snorted, a little angry, and covered Liang Yan's mouth: "Let's go, don't tell them."

It wasn't until Wen Lang abducted Liang Yan that a group of people would be overwhelmed, Wen Hao slapped his thigh: "I only care about asking for a way, let him take advantage of the loopholes to take Yanyan away!"

Chu Hanwen stared quietly at the door that had just been closed, his cold gaze seemed to have the same obsession as the NPC.

Zhao Yichen and Xiang Heng were pondering whether what Wen Lang just said was true or not, and the people in the rest area had their own thoughts.

Wen Lang abducted Liang Yan as he wished, closed the door, reached out to touch the lamp, but accidentally touched a hand.

It's just that he just touched it, and there was no time to feel the temperature, so the hand was retracted, and Liang Yan's voice was a little low in the darkness: "Go ahead."

Although the light outside the room is dark, at least the outline of an object can be seen clearly. There is no light in the room, and you can't see your fingers.

Wen Lang rested his knuckles on the switch, his eyes were full of emotions, and his fingertips did not press it down for a long time.

Liang Yan waited in the dark for a while, but there was still no light, and he was a little uneasy: "Wen Lang? Why don't you turn on the light?"

"bad."

Liang Yan was silent for two seconds. It should be the normal operation of the haunted house that the lights are not on. There is no way but to feel the darkness.

But in the unfamiliar environment and the darkness, he was a little apprehensive and didn't dare to move.

Wen Lang withdrew his hand on the switch, fumbled and said, "I'm holding your hand, walk slowly, don't knock it."

The hand that Liang Yan avoided just now was firmly held by someone, and the voice was so close to his ears: "Follow me." But just a few steps away: "Hey!" Wen Lang exclaimed.

Unable to see what was wrong with him in the dark, Liang Yan took a big step forward anxiously: "Wen Lang, what's wrong with you?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he tripped over something and lost his balance. Jump forward.

This moment of inertia is very strong, and he will definitely fall hard. It was pitch black and he had nothing to support, so he could only close his eyes instinctively.

But the pain he expected in his mind never came. He fell into someone's arms and was firmly caught.

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest and the breath sweeping past his ears.

"I didn't expect the bed to be so close to the door, so I tripped over it." Wen Lang was explaining, his breath sweeping past his ears, making people's hearts flutter.

Liang Yan turned his head slightly to avoid it, trying to get off of him with his arms propped up.

I didn't want Wen Lang to prop up his arms at this time, and get up with him, but Wen Lang's movements were more sudden, as if he was chasing him.

Liang Yan raised his head subconsciously, wanting to ask him why he also got up: "You...uh!"

Time suddenly stopped at this moment, leaving only a loud heartbeat, and the cool but soft touch on his lips.

That's... lips?his lips?

Liang Yan felt his heart was about to jump out, and his chest ached from swelling.

In the dark, he couldn't see Wen Lang's expression clearly, but he was very thankful that the light in this room was not working, and his face was so hot that he must be very red.

The hands on his waist squeezed lightly, and Liang Yancai came back to his senses. He was so panicked that he didn't know how many limbs he had grown, and he didn't listen to him at all. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't get out of his arms.

Wen Lang's voice rang in his ears again, so close that Liang Yan worried that he would hear his own super loud heartbeat: "Why are you nervous?"

"No...it's okay, I'm nervous." Liang Yan stuttered.

Wen Lang smiled lowly, his voice became hoarse, as if he was muttering to himself: "The ending is trembling, and you said you were not nervous. Where did my lips touch you just now?"

Liang Yan's palms were wet with sweat when he was asked, he lowered his head, and his voice was too low to hear: "No, I didn't touch anything."

"Is it the lips? It touched your lips, right?" The room was so dark, Wen Lang could actually feel his lowering his head, and followed him, pressing his forehead against the top of his hair and asking, the atmosphere became more intimate and more intimate ambiguous.

"No! I didn't touch it!" Anyway, he guessed that the room was dark. As long as he didn't admit it, he wouldn't know.

Wen Lang scratched his cheek with his fingers: "little liar, why are you so shy if it's not your lips? Your face is hot."

He clearly knew that he was shy, so he kept asking questions. Liang Yan was shy and anxious, his eyes were hot, and he began to cry: "Have you already told me, don't ask!"

Wen Lang was startled, and moved the hand on his waist to his back, patted it lightly, and coaxed the little crying bag: "Don't cry, I won't ask, I really won't ask."

Liang Yan quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Just pretend it didn't happen, and don't mention it in the future!"

"Then can we kiss?" Wen Lang followed vaguely.

"What did you say?" Liang Yan vaguely heard the general idea.

Wen Lang pursed his lower lips, and said, "It's nothing."

Liang Yan was furious and fierce: "I heard it, you can't kiss! If you make such a joke again, I will never talk to you in the future."

"Understood." Wen Lang was like a child who had been scolded, reluctantly, but he was afraid that Liang Yan would cry, so he could only agree: "Why do you love to cry so much? What if you also cry when... in the future? "

Liang Yan was in a better mood now: "What if I cry in the future? When?" The words were unclear, and Liang Yan didn't follow his train of thought.

Wen Lang was stuck, he had just coaxed him, if he told him it was on the bed, he would absolutely cry again.

After debating for a while, I decided not to say anything, and I will cry on the bed in the future, so I just need to coax him well, but I still don't want to tell him now.

"It's nothing, let's hurry up and sleep for a while, I'm afraid we won't be able to sleep well at night." Holding Liang Yan's waist, he put him firmly on the bed, groped to find the quilt, and shook it off.

Fortunately, the quilt was dry, with a faint smell of disinfectant, and no other strange smells: "Lie down and sleep for a while."

Liang Yan lay down, but Wen Lang sat on the side without moving. Liang Yan tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Why don't you lie down?"

"Can I lie next to you?" Wen Lang was afraid that he would still be shy because of what happened just now.

Regardless of whether Wen Lang could see it or not, Liang Yan nodded, and subconsciously dragged the end of his voice like a baby: "I can't sleep..."

Wen Lang understood, groped to take off the earrings, and lay down beside Liang Yan: "Go to sleep."

Liang Yan leaned softly to Wen Lang's side. Just as he pinched Wen Lang's earlobes and closed his eyes, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Lang didn't want to talk about it at first, but he kept saying it one after another, endlessly.

With [-]% impatience, Wen Lang walked to the door and opened it.

Quite a few people came, Wen Hao, Chu Han, Wen Yan Shao, and Yu Yang stuck in the gap behind.

Wen Hao looked around the room: "Why don't you turn on the light."

Wen Lang gritted his teeth silently: "The light is broken."

Relying on his height and long arms, Chu Hanwen stood at the door and turned on the light, which illuminated the room brightly: "Isn't it going to be turned on?"

Wen Lang: "..." I thank your eight generations of ancestors for helping me turn on the light.

Yan Shao, who had always been in a concave shape, saw Liang Yanshi, who was hugging the quilt, with red eyes, his eyes immediately ignited monstrous anger, and asked Wen Lang: "What did you do to him?"

The author has something to say: Yan Shao: "What did you do to him?"

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