I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Compared to the defense of No. 105, Song Guicheng was much more casual. He greeted other copy players while observing the environment of the hotel.

This is a small family-style hotel built with logs and divided into two floors by wooden boards.

The first floor is the living room and dining room. 13 players are crowded here, sitting around a long wooden table, one next to the other, barely able to stretch their legs.

There were 7 boys and 6 girls in the team, and everyone exchanged names with each other.

Starting from Song Guicheng, after going around in a circle, it was the turn of No. 105 and No. 106.

No. 105 pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, glanced at Song Guicheng who was sitting opposite and waiting quietly, and gave his name: "Zhao Siyu."

There is no point in concealing your identity. Multiplayer dungeons require verification of player identities. Your name is your pass, and settlement of dungeons is also allocated based on your real name.

Even in a place like Ankang Orphanage, which uses names as the rule of death, each person is assigned a number.

The boy next to her saw Zhao Siyu say his name and immediately followed suit: "My name is Zhao Siming."

Are they siblings?

Song Guicheng tilted his head and looked at the two people who looked nothing like him. One was like a flower on the mountain top, and the other was ordinary and could not be found in the crowd.

"Ming Heyu, graceful and tall Ming Yu," Song Guicheng said sincerely with a slight smile on his face, "What a good name."

Zhao Siyu didn't understand what Song Guicheng meant, but he knew it wasn't a good thing, so he frowned. However, a girl with a low ponytail sitting in the corner of the wooden table looked up at him.

Zhao Siyu is not afraid of other people knowing what she has done. She dares to act and take responsibility for it. However, she is afraid that Zhao Siming will be targeted as well.

Zhao Siming moved closer to her, and Zhao Siyu touched his head, signaling him to be at ease.

She glanced at Song Guicheng opposite her.

The man was in a simple environment, but he still had a gentle and elegant temperament. The shabby wooden house seemed to have turned into a high-end exhibition hall, and he himself was a valuable item in the exhibition hall marked "No Auction".

And at the moment she cast her gaze, Song Guicheng raised his eyes and looked over here, without any error.

Those light brown eyes flashed with an almost warm and clear light under the dim light, which could easily deceive people.

Zhao Siyu's breathing paused for a moment, and then a chill ran from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. That kind of gentle gaze that could almost make people indulge in it was like a sharp sword hanging around her neck.

She was not afraid of hatred, revenge, madness or blood, but she hated this kind of motionless appearance.

Often the calmer something is, the more elusive it is.

Being able to save himself in such a critical situation and facing the murderer who once hurt him without changing his expression shows that his ability and character are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Compared with the past, he was like a treasure uncovered.

It is quietly displayed in the glass cabinet, reflecting a bright but not dazzling light under the overhead light, tempting people to approach, and then... kill them with one blow.

She began to wonder whether she had made a wrong decision in the "Ankang Orphanage" copy.

Few people would blatantly harm their teammates in a dungeon.

First, it is unnecessary. The survival rate of teammates is used as one of the points calculation rules in multiplayer cooperative dungeons. The more people who survive, the more points you get. Second, it is difficult and risky. If you are exposed, you will be isolated by other players, which is not conducive to completing the main task. Third, the "real-name system" of the dungeon. Unless you are the only one who survives to the end, otherwise this matter will be spread, which will greatly hinder your future clearance.

She would only dare to take a chance if it was a copy like "Ankang Orphanage" where the appearance and name were blurred.

But no matter whether it was right or wrong, she had no regrets. Anyone could die, but they, the brother and sister, had to survive to the end and leave the soul-tracing game.

Song Guicheng smiled and didn't look at Zhao Siyu's expression.

There is no point in arguing, and there is no point in accusing and getting angry.

Words are soft but powerful. They can turn into a spring breeze, blowing people to soar to the sky, or they can turn into a sharp blade, stabbing people and leaving them covered in wounds.

He has always cherished this weapon and was reluctant to waste it.

*

The living room fell silent. Some people were discussing the mission in whispers, while others were walking around, trying to find clues from the paintings on the wall and the scattered ornaments on the closet.

Song Guicheng sat on the left side of the dining table, closest to the door. Behind him were two wooden doors that were yellow and black. The wood grain was stained and twisted into strange black circles on the doors. Looking at them for a long time gave one an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

He tapped the back of the chair with his fingers, stopped looking, and slowly moved his eyes downward. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

The bottom of the wooden door was covered with messy scratches, especially the one closer to the inside.

The finger movement stopped.

Seeing this, Xie Siyou didn't dare to disturb him, but instead imitated Song Guicheng's actions to observe the two doors. The doors were very old, yellow and black, with irregular cracks, but no matter how he looked at them, he didn't see anything special.

He glanced quietly at Song Guicheng who seemed to be in deep thought, then turned his head away to continue looking at the door, then looked up at the sky in silence.

Decryption and the like are the most brain-intensive things. Isn't this making things difficult for Little Biscuit?

Xie Siyou sighed and was about to turn around to continue his research when a face suddenly appeared in front of him. He was so scared that he leaned back and held the edge of the table tightly to stop his movements. He almost knocked Song Guicheng off his back.

He looked back with lingering fear at his buttocks, which were only a few centimeters away from Song Guicheng's back, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The brother nowadays is not the same brother as before. He pouted a little aggrievedly. The brother nowadays doesn’t dare to act cheaply.

Xie Siyou silently moved his butt back, lowered his voice and said to the girl who put her face close to him, "What are you doing! You're scaring me to death!"

The girl was the one who praised Song Guicheng, her name was Chen Kexin.

She blinked and smiled, revealing a small canine tooth: "Sorry, I just think you are cute."

She said Xie Siyou was cute, but she was actually cuter. She had an apple face, big, bright, round almond eyes, two dimples when she smiled, and her little tiger teeth made her look playful.

Xie Siyou was silent, trying not to laugh, blushing, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "It's okay."

I dare not open my mouth too wide, for fear of not being able to hold back my laughter.

His live broadcast room was full of “Yo Yo Yo”:

[Yo Yo Yo ~ "I just think you're cute"]

[My friend, the corners of your mouth are harder to suppress than the crescent moon.]

【With just one sentence, he caught a black carp. 】

[The girl didn't say anything, didn't do anything, how did she hook him? 】

[It's just a joke, is it necessary to make such a big deal? ]

[How many bad ideas are spread in the name of playing with memes? If you play with memes, it means that you subconsciously think of girls as unbearable people.]

[No, sister, are you sick? The female boxing is showing off you, right? ]

[On how to break a man's defense with just one sentence. 】

[Tell me, who's defense was breached? ]

【Whoever responds will break the defense. 】

[Don't create a gender divide. Even though I'm a man, I would draw a clear line between myself and this kind of person.]

……

Xie Siyou didn't know that his live broadcast room had set off a bloody storm. Facing Chen Kexin's straightforward compliments, he shyly scratched his face and said, "You, you are also very cute."

Chen Kexin smiled again, and when she smiled, her eyes curved into a crescent shape.

"Why did you come so late?" She secretly glanced at Song Guicheng's profile and looked at Xie Siyou in front of her.

"Is it late?" Xie Siyou asked doubtfully, "I thought we came quite early. We met a truck not long after arriving here. Otherwise, I don't know how long we would have walked here."

"Truck?" Chen Kexin was confused. "You came here by truck?"

Xie Si nodded: "Yeah, you didn't walk here, did you? You must have broken your legs if you did that." He looked at Chen Kexin with sympathy.

Chen Kexin was even more confused: "We were standing at the entrance of the hotel when we entered the dungeon."

Xie Siyou widened his eyes: "Huh?"

His eyes were shocked and he subconsciously turned to look at Song Guicheng.

For this instance, players still land in batches?