I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The fist created a gust of wind and just brushed past Song Guicheng's hair. Watanabe's pupils shrank slightly in surprise.

Song Guicheng just turned his head slightly and dodged, and also helped Ms. Yoshida up.

Watanabe stumbled and crashed into the table without braking. The coffee spilled out and soaked Watanabe's pants. The location was a bit awkward, right in the trouser pocket, and spread to some unspeakable place.

Song Guicheng glanced coldly, then smiled at Ms. Yoshida: "Auntie, I'm leaving first. My friend will be here soon, I'll pick him up at the station."

Ms. Yoshida could see that he wanted to leave some space for herself and Watanabe, and when she saw that the snow outside had subsided, she nodded.

When Song Guicheng walked to the side of the ferry, their eyes met in the air for a moment, one with his eyes wide open, and the other with a blank expression.

This expression angered Watanabe. He was about to take action when he saw a sudden smile on Song Guicheng's face, a very familiar smile that was filled with happiness and warmth.

Watanabe's breathing stagnated and he froze in place.

But in a moment, Song Guicheng had already pushed open the door and walked out.

He was wearing a long black down jacket, which made him look particularly slender. His white hair set off his whole body, and he exuded a kind of cold and ruthless temperament for no reason.

He walked into the white snow without looking back. Watanabe stared at his back as he gradually disappeared at the intersection. Suddenly, a chill ran up his back, making him shiver.

"Watanabe," Aunt Yoshida said after calming down, "let's talk."

The two walked into the small room behind the shop one after the other and sat opposite each other at the coffee table.

At the intersection, Song Guicheng stood under the eaves of a store, from where he could see what was going on in Ms. Yoshida's cafe at any time.

Xiaohua poked her head out of Song Guicheng's pocket: "Mom, didn't you say you were going to pick up a friend?"

Song Guicheng tilted his head: "I lied."

The moment he lowered his head, his long eyelashes were covered with crystal drops of water from melted snowflakes, and some unfathomable emotions slowly flowed in his light brown eyes.

Xiaohua retracted her head again: "Does that aunt know that you are lying?"

Song Guicheng nodded: "Yes, she knows."

Bored waiting here, Song Guicheng took out his cell phone from his pocket, and the strange text message flashed through his mind.

He thought for a moment, then opened the only game on his phone - chess.

Song Guicheng raised the screen towards Xiaohua: "Do you want to see it?"

……

Next to the coffee table, the two knelt on the cushions, neither of them spoke first. The paper screen was as thin as a cicada's wing, completely separating them from the store outside.

Watanabe lay on the mat with his legs apart. The smile he had just seen kept appearing in his mind, and his legs shook unconsciously.

Ms. Yoshida took a deep breath and tapped the table lightly. Watanabe immediately closed his legs and sat down, feeling a little impatient but not showing it on his face.

Ms. Yoshida said, "Watanabe, I heard something about you, something..."

Watanabe paused and suddenly chuckled. When he looked up again, his expression became cynical. He raised his eyebrows and said, "It's true, auntie. Everything you heard is true."

He had never thought that he could keep the secret forever, but being caught off guard and exposed by Ms. Yoshida did not feel good.

A slight bitterness crawled through his heart like a reptile. He grabbed the mat under him and looked at Ms. Yoshida: "I have done all those things."

Ms. Yoshida's breath was choked, and the sourness rushed to her nose unexpectedly, making her eyes red. "Why?"

why?

Watanabe licked his back teeth and stared at the wooden beam above his head, where a hole had been bitten by insects. He scratched the cushion under him, and after a long time, he slowly uttered, "I'm jealous of her."

"She obviously has nothing and is so ugly, but she always smiles so happily. Why can she feel happy? She feels happy when her test scores improve a little, she feels happy when she eats desserts, she feels happy when she chats with friends. Why can she be so happy? I am obviously richer than her and have a higher status than her, so why is she happier than me?"

Ms. Yoshida felt it was ridiculous. When she came to her senses, she had already slapped Watanabe hard. She said in disbelief: "Just because of these, you want to humiliate her and even force her to death? Watanabe, when did you become such a child?"

"..."

Watanabe's head was slapped aside by her, his face was numb and painful, he laughed out loud: "I have always been like this, I have always been like this! I am not a good kid at all, and I don't want to be a good kid!!"

He suddenly overturned the coffee table and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Can being a good child bring you happiness? Stop being ridiculous!"

There was nothing worthy of his envy about those little things. What he envied was that person's ability to feel happiness, which was so enviable that it made him crazy.

Watanabe felt that there was no need to talk to his aunt any more, so he stood up and left. He said, "Aunt, actually you and that girl are the same kind of people. You think that feeling happiness is everyone's innate ability. You can't understand me at all!"

Ms. Yoshida watched Watanabe kick the shoji away and walked out. She said, "Watanabe, have you forgotten that I taught you a long time ago that you don't have to understand everyone, and you can't ask everyone to understand you, but at least you can respect other people's practices, right?"

She was responded by the sound of a door closing loudly.

Watanabe walked further and further away, insisting on going his own way. Ms. Yoshida looked at his back and took out an amulet from her pocket. It was a new amulet she had recently obtained, but she had not had time to give it to him yet.

Forget it, she threw the amulet into the trash can.

……

When Watanabe rushed out of the store angrily, the chess game was at a tense moment. Song Guicheng glanced at him lightly and then devoted himself to playing chess again.

The stopwatch jumped to 02:17, and his index finger hovered over the e5 square. The opponent's newly advanced d-line white pawn cut off the diagonal line of the queenside bishop.

The cold wind was blowing towards the gap in the clavicle. Song Guicheng silently calculated in his mind that if he abandoned the chariot in exchange for two elephants, he could form a passage and join forces within twenty steps.

He calculated four possible moves before his opponent made his move, and when the black bishop just crossed the center line, the white knight had already blocked the throat of the c6 square.

Even Xiaohua was infected by the tense situation and was worried about Song Guicheng.

Before the royal city was reinforced, Song Guicheng's rear wing troops suddenly charged. The opponent's stopwatch number jumped wildly and swallowed up two minutes and seventeen seconds. His remaining time was actually thirty seconds more than at the beginning.

Seeing that the victory was already decided, Song Guicheng suddenly quit the game and threw the phone back into his pocket. Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, blinked her big eyes and said, "Mom, why don't you continue playing?"

Song Guicheng tapped her head. In the corner of his eye, he saw the tall figure getting closer and closer, with anger and determination coming towards him.

He said to Xiaohua: "Let another person complete the last step."