I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The two sat opposite each other at a small table in the store. Song Guicheng took a sip of the hot drink in his hand. It was a matcha latte, very bitter but not astringent. He took another sip and looked up at the cup in Pei Shuangjin's hand.

Pei Shuangjin said calmly: "Same as you."

The golden sunlight shone through the window beside the two people, making Pei Shuangjin's hands holding the coffee cup look like white jade, with distinct joints and slender and well-proportioned.

He was wearing a black half-turtleneck sweater today, which fit tightly around his slender neck and well-muscled waist and abdomen. The youthfulness of his youth was washed away, and he became somewhat like Wu Zhi in Song Guicheng's memory.

Song Guicheng supported his chin and tilted his head to look at him. The sunlight shone into his light brown eyes, which sparkled like amber flowing with rich honey.

Pei Shuangjin put down the cup and was attracted by the fragmented light following the ends of Song Guicheng's hair.

Song Guicheng failed to notice his obscure and deep gaze. He picked up the cup and took another sip. The porcelain white cup was pressed against his thin and light-colored lips. He asked, "Do you think someone will die today?" His tone was so flat, as if he was asking whether it would rain today.

The owner went to the kitchen to check the bread that had just been put in the oven, otherwise he would have been horrified to hear his words.

Pei Shuangjin lowered his eyes, and stroked the soft touch of the handle with his fingers: "Yes, I can."

Song Guicheng curled his lips and smiled: "I think so too."

Before the time limit of the copy expires, the "she" who was killed will definitely continue to kill people to avenge herself.

But Song Guicheng did not intend to stop it. Starting from Yamamoto's death, this bloody revenge would not stop, and all those who killed "her" would be punished by "her".

In addition to finding out "who killed her", you also have to help "her" get revenge. Judging from the power of ghosts, "she" probably doesn't need the player to help her deal with those people in the school.

Who will the players face in the end? Will they include themselves?

If the player also participated in "her" tragedy, would the player have to kill himself?

Song Guicheng was a little absent-minded. He felt that it was extremely unreasonable that this copy was a single-player copy. It should be a large-scale multiplayer copy.

In this way, players not only have to check whether they are one of the murderers, but also investigate other players. At the same time, they have to guess the rules of the copy and guard against ghosts killing them.

The whole copy would definitely become tense and exciting, instead of being like it is now - warm sunshine, quiet bakery, steaming matcha, and even a little bit of comfort.

The store manager brought out the freshly baked bread, and the whole store was filled with a rich sweet aroma.

“This one is for you.”

The manager brought them two freshly-baked croissants, cut the crispy crust, spread a layer of butter in the middle, and stuffed cheese slices, bacon, chopped eggs and pistachios in between. It was colorful and fragrant.

"No, no, you're so polite." Song Guicheng was flattered and quickly declined.

The NPCs I encountered in previous dungeons were either ferocious, weird, or cold and heartless. This is the first time I have met someone so kind and enthusiastic, which makes me even more unsure of how to deal with him.

"It's okay," the woman waved her hand nonchalantly, "You look about the same age as my nephew. I'm happy to see you."

Song Guicheng was still a little hesitant: "But..."

"There are not many people here, and bread is sold in small quantities. If you don't want these, they will be wasted." The woman pushed the croissants towards them again.

"Okay, thank you." Song Guicheng felt that it would be a bad idea to refuse again, so he decided to buy some more bread to take back.

He took a big bite and the taste was just as he imagined, even better. The croissant had a strong wheat aroma, reminiscent of ripe wheat ears. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This kind of craftsmanship will surely sell well in the city, why stay in this small village? Song Guicheng thought about it but didn't ask. After all, she didn't seem to be short of money, maybe it was just a personal hobby.

"By the way, sister," Song Guicheng put down the half bread in his hand and asked, "Do you know where to buy scarves nearby?"

"Scarf?" The woman glanced at the mark on his neck and immediately understood. "The nearest department store is quite a distance away. I'll go to the second floor and find you a scarf from my nephew. Is that okay?"

"No! Really no need!" Song Guicheng quickly refused.

The woman had already run to the stairs. She turned around and jokingly asked, "Why, do you dislike it?"

"How could it be..." He was just embarrassed to have eaten someone else's bread and then asked for a scarf.

The woman didn't listen to her explanation. She went upstairs and quickly brought down a red scarf, which was made of wool and looked very warm.

She unfolded her scarf and patted it, muttering, "This is for winter, but fortunately, it can be worn in this weather."

As the woman spoke, she wrapped it around Song Guicheng's neck twice. It really fit perfectly, and the red color matched Song Guicheng's skin tone very well.

He looked sickly pale in this copy, but after putting on this scarf, his cheeks seemed to have a hint of red, making him look much healthier.

The scarf was already on, and taking it off would seem hypocritical, so he smiled helplessly: "Thank you, I'll wash it and return it to you next time."

"It's a small matter. Just walk around." The woman looked him over and asked, "Do you go to Mingde?"

Song Guicheng nodded: "Yeah." He looked like a high school student, and as far as he knew, there was only one high school nearby, Mingde.

The woman went on to say, "My nephew is there too. He's a sophomore in high school."

Song Guicheng was surprised and said, "What a coincidence? Me too, what's his name? Maybe I know him."

The woman replied, "Watanabe Tamichi."

?

Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin looked at each other. Watanabe Tiandao, the leader of the bullying group.

Mingde Juku High School, second year of high school, Watanabe Tamichi, is undoubtedly the vicious and violent man.

He glanced at the woman in front of him again. She was in her thirties or forties, wearing a brown apron and a white chef's hat. There were some laugh lines at the corners of her eyes from smiling often. Her smile was friendly, completely different from the fierce-looking boy Song Guicheng had seen before.

The woman didn't notice the subtle change in the atmosphere at all. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Do you know him?"

Song Guicheng curled the corners of his mouth and didn't answer for a moment.

I know him. Not only do I know him, I have some grudge against him. And I also know that he won't live long.

The woman continued, "He is very filial and comes to see me every week."

——He often “takes care” of his classmates.

"Tian Dao looks fierce, but he's actually tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He's been like this since he was a child."

——Not only are his words tough, his fists are even tougher.

"It's strange to say, but when I see you I always think of him."

——That’s right. After all, he is on his own death list.

However, looking at the smiling woman in front of him, Song Guicheng was unable to speak for a moment and tell her about Watanabe's bad behavior in school.

Once Watanabe dies, his deeds will naturally be exposed, so don't deprive her of this moment of happiness.

Not for Watanabe, but for this kind-hearted woman who was good at making bread and gave him a scarf.

Song Guicheng gripped the cup handle tightly, swallowed his saliva, and said in a dry voice: "I..."

Pei Shuangjin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "We have heard of him, but we are not familiar with him."

Song Guicheng looked at him. His eyes were so black that it seemed as if not a single light could penetrate them. They were completely different from Song Guicheng's light brown eyes.

Pei Shuangjin stood up and said, "Pick some bread to take back."