I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Song Guicheng walked out of the store carrying a large bag of bread, his expression was a little complicated.

Just now, from the woman's muttering, they heard some things about Watanabe's past.

Watanabe's mother died when he was six years old. His father was too busy with his career to take care of him, so he sent him to live with his grandmother. But his grandmother was old, so he was taken care of by his aunt, the woman who ran this bakery.

It was not until Watanabe was twelve years old that his father was promoted to local councilor and took him back. During this period, his father married two wives and gave birth to two sons and one daughter.

Song Guicheng didn't know how his father treated him, but he heard from the woman that Watanabe would meet his fifth stepmother next month...

Song Guicheng suddenly sighed heavily.

"Do you sympathize with him?"

Pei Shuangjin lowered his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were so dark that it was impossible to see his expression clearly.

Song Guicheng frowned slightly, and after a moment, he shook his head and said, "Even if I sympathize with him, I only sympathize with him in the past. If a person inflicts the harm he has suffered on innocent people, then he is no different from the person who hurt him."

Pei Shuangjin didn't answer him immediately.

It was afternoon, the time of the day when the sun was at its hottest. There was no sign of pedestrians, only the two of them standing on the side of the road, with fine dust flying around in the light.

Pei Shuangjin suddenly curled his lips and smiled, as if he had discovered something interesting, and said with interest, "I thought you would feel sorry for him."

When he said this, Pei Shuangjin himself was stunned for a moment.

Why does he feel this way?

It seemed as if he had been staring at Song Guicheng for a very long time, so much so that he could see through his skin and see his sensitive and gentle heart.

Song Guicheng tilted his head and looked at him, his light brown eyes gentle and clear, and said: "Although he couldn't choose his past, isn't his present the result of his own choice?"

No one forced Watanabe to bully his classmates and humiliate Suzuki Yukina and Sato Misaki. He did it just because he wanted to vent his anger and experience the vanity of being superior.

Song Guicheng thought for a moment and continued, "Even if he wants to take revenge, he should take revenge on his father, right? That is the origin of his unfortunate life. But he only attacks those who are powerless around him, which is also a kind of bullying."

He said it seriously, his eyes were like a lake filled with sunshine, Pei Shuangjin couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Song Guicheng's eyes: "Well, you are right, he deserves it."

Song Guicheng was a little surprised, blinked, and smiled: "Let's go, I'm going to be late."

"Ah."

The two walked forward side by side. The wind blew the leaves on the road, making them rustle. The weather was really good today.

The convenience store is not far from the bakery, just across the street and close to the bus stop. It is not very big and looks a little old, with the signboard slightly faded.

There was only one male clerk in the store, who was leaning against the counter looking at his phone. When he heard the doorbell, he quickly put away his phone and looked over.

"You came?"

The clerk greeted him and was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Guicheng cut off his bangs to reveal his whole face. After reacting, he whistled, "Nice hairstyle."

Then he noticed Pei Shuangjin behind him and was speechless. After a while, he asked, "Hello, what do you want to buy?"

Pei Shuangjin shook his head, took the bread to the bar table and said to Song Guicheng, "I'll wait for you here."

Song Guicheng nodded, turned around and asked the clerk: "Do you want some bread? I just bought it."

The clerk shook his head, took off his apron and hung it on the wall. Before leaving, he patted Song Guicheng on the shoulder and said, "I'm going back. Come on this afternoon. The sandwiches will expire tonight, don't forget to get new ones."

Song Guicheng calmly moved his shoulder away and said, "Okay, be careful on the road."

The doorbell rang again, and only Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin were left in the store.

Song Guicheng took off his sweater and put on an apron. Suddenly, he felt a cool touch on his shoulder, which penetrated through the white sweater and into his skin. Pei Shuangjin's voice rang out: "There is something dirty on your shoulder."

It was exactly the place where the guy had just taken the photo.

Song Guicheng found it funny that this guy was so serious even when he was jealous.

Although this is a copy world, the work still needs to be done, such as sorting goods, cleaning, and labeling. Pei Shuangjin followed behind and helped without saying a word.

Nothing happened in the afternoon. People came to buy things one after another. They were all young students, full of energy. There was no sign of the numbness and weirdness of the NPCs in the previous copy. They were exactly the same as people in the real world.

Song Guicheng thought that this kind of tranquility would last until he got off work, but he didn't expect that just as it got dark, "Ding-ling-ding-ling", a noisy doorbell sound broke the peace.

A figure flashed in from outside, quickly picked out a few fast foods, and threw them on the cashier: "Heat it up! And bring a box of soju!"

It's Nakano.

He must have come here running, breathing heavily through his fat nose and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Song Guicheng glanced at the dark night outside, and then at Zhongye. He was pale, the fat stripes on his face were shaking violently, and his eyes were darting around. He looked terrified and confused, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

Song Guicheng stared at him for a while and did not move.

Nakano got angry when he didn't hear any response. He raised his voice and cursed with a guilty conscience: "Can't you hear me talking to you? Are you deaf?"

Song Guicheng glanced behind him and reached out to pull the beef bun that Nakano was holding, but he held it tightly and Song Guicheng couldn't pull it away.

"Your soju."

Nakano turned around and saw Pei Shuangjin holding a box of soju.

Pei Shuangjin was a head taller than him, and was looking down at him with no expression on his face, but he had an inexplicably terrifying aura.

The aggressive Nakano suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, and his angry expression was about to burst, but he was unwilling to lose face. He stiffened his neck, pointed at a table at random, and ordered: "Send it there."

Pei Shuang did as he was told.

Nakano followed him, and after calming down, he broke out in a cold sweat and his whole body went cold.

Song Guicheng stuffed the things scattered on the counter into the microwave one by one, thinking for a while how to pry open Nakano's mouth. This was a rare opportunity to get clues from these leaders of school bullying.

The buzzing sound of the microwave oven was heard in the room. After drinking a few glasses of shochu, Nakano's face looked a little better, but the hand holding the glass still couldn't stop shaking.

Judging from his expression, he had no intention of paying. This was not the first time this had happened, because Song Guicheng took out an account book from the cabinet under the cash register, which recorded the expenses of Zhongye's free food and drinks in the past two years.

It started when Song Guicheng started working here and lasted until last weekend, and it was Song Guicheng who paid the bill for him every time.

"Sure enough, a shameless person is invincible." Song Guicheng flipped through the pages one by one, looked up at the pile of liquor bottles and sticks on Nakano's table, and sighed.

Pei Shuangjin stared at the notebook in Song Guicheng's hand for a long time, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't speak for a long time. When Song Guicheng put the notebook back, he turned his eyes to Song Guicheng and asked, "Have you always come here like this?"

Song Guicheng paused as he was turning on the microwave, his pale knuckles pressing on the black handle, not knowing how to answer this question.

He didn't know whether there was a person named Song Guicheng in this world. Perhaps his current identity was just fabricated by the copy to cooperate with the mission.

If he said yes, Pei Shuangjin would definitely fall into guilt for not being able to notice him and protect him before.

It was true that he wanted Pei Shuangjin to feel distressed, but he did not want Pei Shuangjin to bear the heavy and painful emotions of guilt and apology.

But after thinking for a moment, Song Guicheng shook his head and said, "It's actually okay."

……

Pei Shuangjin was silent for a moment before saying, "Well, wait a moment, I'll go buy lunch."

Having said that, he pushed the door open and walked out without waiting for Song Guicheng to stop him.

It was already dark outside, with all the light swallowed up by the darkness. The cold white light inside the convenience store separated the inside and outside of the store into two worlds. Pei Shuangjin's back was reflected on the glass window, appearing cold and hard and unapproachable.

Song Guicheng stared at his back for a long time, and many fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

The mother's hateful and vicious curse, the father's indifference and turning a blind eye, the brother's physical torture and mental destruction, these fragments glow with a cold light, and the slightest touch will freeze the blood.

But there was a god who seemed indifferent but was very soft-hearted. He held him in his arms, arranged his toys, and allowed him to survive even though he would not have had the chance to be born.

What could he complain about? He was already the luckiest man in the world.

"It's actually not bad..." Song Guicheng murmured, "I've already met you, what's wrong with that?"