I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It was half a month later that Song Guicheng finished the first phase of training.

The 3 points Jiang Chi allocated to him were used up exactly, not a single point more or less. Song Guicheng experienced nearly 30 different ways of dying.

Including but not limited to being bitten by a shark, shot in the head by a bullet, and stabbed in the throat by a dagger... Fortunately, every time I could still breathe a breath to save myself.

Time was like sand slipping through fingers, passing away quietly without him noticing, and it was the second month since he entered the Soul-Tracing World.

The seasons here don't seem to change, and like the false sunlight above, the entire space is like a movie scene projected on a canvas, strictly framed.

It was the transition between spring and summer when he came, and it is still the same now.

Song Guicheng suddenly understood why the proprietress planted so many lotus flowers in the pond in the backyard. The never-changing seasons eliminated the chances of other flowers blooming, but also preserved the amber-like eternity for the suitable flowers.

Jiang Chi drove Song Guicheng back to the hotel. Everything there was still the same: the tall dark arched door, the gorgeous and exquisite building, and the lazy and beautiful proprietress leaning against the counter.

Song Guicheng greeted her politely: "Sister Qian."

The proprietress was entertaining guests, but when she saw him, she quickly told the waiter to serve him and pulled him aside: "Did you ask your brother to cook here?"

A question mark popped up over Song Guicheng’s head: Brother?

He was unsure for a moment, so he had to ask tentatively: "No, what's wrong?"

The proprietress was puzzled: "You can find out if you go to the kitchen yourself. He said you asked him to come."

It was lunch time. Song Guicheng half lifted the curtain and saw Xie Siyou, who was wearing an apron and a chef's hat and cooking enthusiastically.

His mind was now full of question marks and a string of ellipsis marks, and he felt confused and speechless.

But seeing that Xie Siyou was busy there, he did not disturb him and went to the restaurant outside to have lunch.

Beef brisket stewed in tomato sauce, cold shredded lettuce, fish-flavored tofu, and a bowl of mushroom and three-fresh soup are all his favorite dishes.

He had consumed a lot of energy during the training days, and his appetite had unknowingly increased. After finishing a bowl of rice, he went for another bowl.

Although his appetite increased, his weight did not change.

After training for a period of time, his physical fitness, speed, reaction ability, and combat power have improved a lot, but his body has not changed.

The muscles on his arms are still slender, and the abdominal muscles are still a thin layer. He looks lean but not skinny, and well-proportioned and strong.

He picked up the beef and put it into his mouth, his eyelashes drooping, covering the thoughtful look in his eyes.

Song Guicheng ate at a fast pace, but his movements were very elegant, leisurely and unhurried. He neither spoke nor looked around.

His hands were constantly moving and his mind was also working.

Ever since entering the Soul-Tracing World, his body has stopped changing.

He could feel that his sense of smell, hearing, vision and other sensory abilities were slowly growing, especially his sense of smell, because in the real world, he was very sensitive to smells.

But his body's growth stopped.

His weight, body shape and even his hair remained the same as when he entered the Soul-Tracing World, without growing an inch.

The people who were eating around left one after another. After Song Guicheng finished the dishes and rice on his plate, he cleaned up his own plate, washed his hands, and went to the kitchen.

Xie Siyou and several chefs were sitting around a round table, eating rice from a rice bowl that was bigger than his face. His cheeks were bulging with rice and looked like plump white buns of meat. He looked very satisfied.

"You can never imagine the scene at that time. The black tentacles released by the black shadow were overwhelming, as if they wanted to swallow people. My brother and I were about to go in, but that damn woman reached out and pulled my brother, and then my brother switched seats with No. 106! It was so abominable!"

Xie Siyou inserted his chopsticks into a piece of braised pork with hatred, as if that piece of braised pork was No. 105 that put his brother in danger, then raised it up and ate it in one bite.

His tone was lively, his expression was rich, and his descriptions were vivid. Several chefs who were eating with him even stopped eating and started talking at once:

"What happened next?"

"What kind of prop is that? How come I've never heard of it?"

"No. 105 must be a high-level player, otherwise how could he have such a life-saving item."

"Amitabha, don't dare to do such an immoral thing. Karma will come true, and she will definitely get her comeuppance."

……

Seeing that they were not eating, Xie Siyou quickly scooped two more chicken wings into his bowl and said, "Then I came to find him."

He supported his chin and ate chicken wings, mumbling: "We were all children in that dungeon. It was only after we came out that we saw my brother's true form. It was so beautiful."

Xie Siyou swallowed a mouthful of chicken and sighed, "I have been in the love field for so many years, and I have seen at least 8,000 women, but I have never seen a woman who is prettier than my brother."

He didn't notice that the chef gradually fell silent and his eyes were dazed. He kept talking: "If he were to cook duck, he would definitely be the best of the best, the best of the best, the kind that people would line up to give him money."

"Duck?"

A somewhat familiar voice came into his ears from behind, gentle and low, scraping his eardrum like a feather.

Xie Si nodded vigorously: "That's not true..."

He suddenly realized something and was about to turn around when a white, slender hand rested on his shoulder and he smelled a soft and slightly bitter scent.

Xie Siyou turned his head and saw a handsome face.

Urgent! What should I do if I get caught sniffing someone's cricket behind their back?

The owner of the face smiled gently, and a slightly warm temperature came from his palm, but Xie Siyou felt himself starting to sweat.

Xie Siyou twitched his lips and smiled reluctantly: "Brother..."

After listening to the story and looking at the beauty, and seeing the smile on the beautiful and handsome man's face, the other chefs started to pack up their bowls at the same time.

"Xiao Xie, I'm done eating. I'm leaving first."

"You guys chat, let's go discuss the menu for dinner first."

"Xiao Xie, you and your brother can take your time to reminisce about the past. There's no need to rush."

……

Then he quickly picked up the rice bowl, greased his feet, and left quickly.

Song Guicheng bent down slightly, and the soft and slightly bitter taste became more obvious: "Top brand?"

Xie Siyou shook his head: "No, no."

Song Guicheng: "Outstanding?"

Xie Siyou was about to cry. The expression on his face changed from high spirits just now to the current gloomy and miserable expression: "Brother, I was wrong, wuwuwuwu, please forgive me, brother..."

Adhering to the principle of pretending to cry if you can't beat him, Xie Siyou turned around and went to hug Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng took a half step back and dodged to the side, leaving Xie Siyou empty-handed.

He said, "Eat it."

Of course, he wasn't really angry with Xie Si, he just thought it was fun to tease children occasionally.

Xie Siyou swore that he had never eaten so fast since he came to the kitchen. It was as if he was eating at twice the speed.

Song Guicheng looked at Xie Siyou wolfing down the food and patted his forehead.

I should have known not to tease him. Look how scared he is.

He poured a glass of water for Xie Siyou and sat on the chair next to him.

Xie Siyou glanced at Song Guicheng and took a sip of water when he saw that he was really not angry, but he still did not slow down his eating.

Song Guicheng supported the table with one hand and tapped the table with his fingers: "Tell me, why did I ask you to come here to cook?"

He introduced jobs to others without even knowing it.

"Hey, brother, this, that, um...how should I put it," Xie Siyou put down his chopsticks guiltily and blinked at Song Guicheng, "Let me first promise you not to hit me."

He had a head of fluffy chestnut curly hair, a round face, and a pair of watery eyes with a clear light, making him look like a boy who had not yet grown out of his childishness.

Song Guicheng thought it was funny, but he held it back and said with a serious face: "You speak first."

Xie Siyou told Song Guicheng the whole story.

After he came out of the "Ankang Orphanage" copy, he entered another copy. He spent all his points in that copy and had no food to eat.

He wanted to send a message to Song Guicheng for help, but found that the two of them had only added each other as friends on the light screen interface. They could not send messages or make calls, and could not do anything except form a team. He simply went all out and came directly to Xingke to find him.

The boss's wife was not at home and there was only a waiter in the store. He said he was Song Guicheng's younger brother, and Song Guicheng introduced him to the cooking job here.

The guys in the store knew Song Guicheng and knew that he was a person that Jiang Chi and the proprietress both respected. They had also seen Xie Siyou talking to Song Guicheng.

At that time, Song Guicheng could not contact either the proprietress or him. He was threatened and bribed by Xie Siyou, and ate the dishes cooked by Xie Siyou. Finally, he was given a odd job in the kitchen.

After saying that, Xie Siyou touched his nose and smiled flatteringly: "Brother, you won't blame me, will you?"

Song Guicheng was speechless: "Is it useful to blame you? Do you blame you for using my name to get yourself a job, to support yourself, to have a meal? This matter is harmless, but you can't go out and cheat, or I will smash your head."

He couldn't do it before, but maybe he can now.

He sighed: "You don't have to borrow my name, you can apply for the job openly. Although you borrowed my name, the butler kept you because he ate the food you cooked. It's not entirely because of me, but more because of your ability, understand?"

Xie Siyou pursed his lips: "Wow, brother, I thought you would definitely blame me." Then he was about to hug him.

Song Guicheng stretched out a finger and pressed against Xie Siyou's head, "Do your best. I need to take a break before entering the dungeon."

Nearly a third of the month has passed, and he still hasn't completed a single copy.

Xie Siyou's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, please guide me. I haven't done any dungeons this month."

Song Guicheng: "...What a coincidence."

Xie Siyou said that he was still a D-level player, and was surprised at Song Guicheng's promotion speed.

However, there is only one level difference between the two people. The gap between level D and level C is not insurmountable, and the difficulty of matching the dungeon for two people to team up will not be outrageous.

Song Guicheng was still hesitating, and seeing the tears in Xie Siyou's eyes, he said, "Take me with you, please, brother~"

"......" He had a headache: "Let me make it clear first, I may not be able to protect you, I have to ensure my own safety first."

Xie Siyou: “Yeah.”

"Also," Song Guicheng straightened up, "I won't give you the answer directly, you have to think about it yourself. How long and how far you can go in this game depends on you."

It was different from the "Ankang Orphanage" copy, where he almost directly took Xie Siyou through it.

If Xie Siyou wants to reach a higher position in this game, he has to train himself. After all, no one can be relied on for a lifetime.

He also understood this, so he put away his coquettish expression, regained his seriousness, and agreed seriously: "I know."