I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It was getting dark outside very quickly. There was a faint light when they first arrived here, but now it was completely obscured by darkness.

The woman turned on a lamp, which flickered on the wet steps and gravel road that had just thawed. The players hurried along the path, their teeth chattering from the cold.

[Huh? The host is broadcasting again? I thought he was in the last instance]

[After half a month, I can finally see Xiao Chengzi’s handsome face again]

[This time your little orange is really "small"]

【? Why are there so many children?】

[Even as a child, little orange is the most beautiful! ]

……

Regarding the previous anomalies, the official explanation was that there was a bug in the background, but a staff member claiming to be an insider posted anonymously, saying that the copy with the bug was permanently banned and would no longer be used as a copy refresh point.

Although this post was deleted very quickly, it caused an uproar on the Internet, with many netizens commenting on it in the comment section.

However, the generally accepted view is that the system NPC has awakened self-awareness.

But Song Guicheng, who was in the copy, didn't know all this. He was taken to the dining room of the orphanage.

The dining-room was a large, low, dark room, with five long tables on which were placed large basins of steaming food, but the smell emanating from it was not very appetizing.

The children ate at tables according to their age, and the new players were assigned to the advanced class, which was estimated to be full of children aged 14-20.

A basin as big as a washtub was filled with porridge mixed with a little bit of cabbage. It was cooked so soft that there was almost no trace of the vegetable.

Each table had an auntie who was in charge of them. The woman who brought them here poured a spoonful of porridge into the bowl in front of each person and ordered, "Drink it."

Except for the players, all the children picked up their bowls and gulped down the porridge, as if it slid directly into the stomach without passing through the throat.

Only then did Song Guicheng realize that most of these children had dull expressions and empty eyes, as if they had no souls and no vitality, and could only follow orders mechanically.

"Why don't you drink?" The woman stared at the players who didn't move, her face gloomy.

The players were silent. Look, is this something a human can drink?

Seeing that the woman's face was becoming more and more gloomy, one of the female players numbered 105 picked up the bowl, but she did not wolf it down like the other children. Instead, she scooped two spoonfuls of food into her mouth with a spoon, her movements very graceful.

Song Guicheng also swallowed two mouthfuls. The porridge tasted as bad as it looked, so he barely managed to down a few mouthfuls.

Most players gave up after tasting it, and the spoon turned slowly in the bowl.

There was only No. 105, who drank the whole bowl of porridge without changing her expression, and was praised by the other women for this.

Other players: He’s a ruthless person.

The woman said, "No. 105, you will be the head of this table from now on."

No. 105 nodded.

The woman said to them in a sinister tone: "Finish the porridge quickly!" Then she turned and left, checking on other tables.

It seems that this is also one of the rules, but I don’t know whether I should follow it. After all, the NPCs here all hope that all the players will die in the dungeon.

Song Guicheng frowned, held the bowl with both hands and gulped down the porridge in a few mouthfuls, then put the bowl back on the table with a "pa".

A disgusting taste rose from his stomach and he covered his mouth, trying hard not to vomit.

No. 108 secretly gave him a thumbs up, then glanced at the porridge in the bowl, as if he had made some decision.

The players who were still hesitating seemed to be encouraged. They closed their eyes, pretending not to see, and kept stuffing porridge into their mouths.

Player No. 106 looked embarrassed. He opened his mouth as if wanting to call No. 105 next to him, but No. 105 stopped him with his eyes. No. 106 opened his mouth but said nothing.

While the woman watching in the cafeteria wasn't paying attention, No. 105 picked up No. 106's bowl and quickly finished the bowl of porridge, then turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

The other players were shocked: Can we play it this way?

So they looked at the other players, and most of them focused their attention on Song Guicheng. He had just arrived in the dungeon when he was slapped twice by a woman, and the players naturally thought he was a rookie.

Who knew that Song Guicheng ignored the gazes of others and instead observed other places in the dining room with his peripheral vision.

The class across the aisle from him was probably a lower-level class. The tables were full of children. Some of them held bowls and ate by themselves, while others were held between the legs of their aunties and fed directly with porridge.

The speed was so fast that it was like cramming, with almost no chewing process.

He saw some children with tears in their eyes, but they were trying not to let them fall.

"Hey."

Someone patted Song Guicheng on the shoulder. Song Guicheng turned around and saw a round-headed boy holding his own porridge with a malicious smile on his face: "Little brother, help me drink the porridge, and I will take you out..."

This is obviously taking Song Guicheng as a soft persimmon.

Song Guicheng looked at him steadily and glanced at the number on his clothes, No. 113.

No. 113 was frightened by his look: "What the hell are you looking at!" He raised his hand as if he wanted to slap Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng raised his hand and said, "Auntie..."

His voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet cafeteria. When the woman heard someone calling him, she immediately came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng glanced at the boy next to him. He seemed not to have expected Song Guicheng to do this. He was so scared that even the fat on his face was shaking.

"He said the porridge was too little and he wasn't full, so he wanted to drink more." Song Guicheng opened his big watery eyes and said sincerely.

"Really?" The woman's tiny eyes moved to No. 113 next to her, and her tone was gloomy.

No. 113's body was shaking. He didn't dare to tell the scary woman in front of him that he didn't want to drink the porridge. He could only admit tremblingly: "Yes, yes, I, I'm afraid... I won't be full."

"Oh?" The woman's tone was drawn out. She stretched out her fat hand and touched the boy's head. A chill ran up his back.

"Then drink a few more bowls."

The woman grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him in front of her. She snatched the porridge from No. 113's hand with one hand, and with the other hand forcefully pried open his jaw and poured the whole bowl of porridge into his open mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough." No. 113 coughed violently, his face turning red.

The other players looked at the scene in front of them in horror, not daring to breathe.

One bowl was not enough, so the woman gave him a second bowl and a third bowl... until the boy's stomach was as big as a balloon and porridge kept coming out of his mouth, flowing down half of his cheek and dripping onto the ground.

Seeing No. 113 in such a state that he was worse off than death, she curled up a happy smile, clapped her hands, and said, "Let's go to bed."

The players were filled with fear and followed the woman out of the room. No. 113 was carried away by one of the players.

They were led by the woman through the path, into the back house, and through room after room.

The corridor was long and narrow and dark. There was not even a light above head. Only the woman walking in front was holding a small lamp in her hand, dimly illuminating the road under her feet.

Apart from the sound of footsteps, there was complete silence, even a bit sad.

"You will sleep in this room from now on. Go to bed at night and don't walk around. OK?"

The woman led them to a dark room, reached out and pressed the switch beside the door, and the dim light illuminated the room.

The room was low but long enough to accommodate two large bunk beds.

"There is a public washroom next to it, so be sure to pay attention to hygiene when using it."

Song Guicheng glanced lightly at the dark cubicle next to him, which was the washroom the woman mentioned.

"Hurry up and wash up and go to bed. If you're not in bed by lights-out time, hmm..." The woman said this, then turned and left, leaving the player with endless imagination.