I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

At the dinner table, Yan Gu and Lu Yuan started arguing over a plate of sweet and sour pork.

Lu Yuan patted the menu, his face full of confusion: "A plate of sweet and sour pork is only 15 yuan, how many points can you spend? Besides, it's better for everyone to share it. In total, can each person get one point? Are you a miser?"

In comparison, Yan Gu was much calmer. He even took a sip of tea and said, "That's not how we calculate the bill. We want to get the best value for money when we buy things. 15 yuan is just a small amount. And everyone has different appetites. You eat more, he eats less, and we don't have a scale to weigh everyone's food. Besides, don't underestimate one point. The mall won't sell anything to you even if you pay one cent less."

"Then why didn't you say anything when I asked you to split the breakfast bill this morning?" Lu Yuan was angry. His waist, which had almost recovered, began to ache again. "You ate the most, why did you split the bill with us? Why didn't you pay a little more?"

Yan Gu replied calmly: "You couldn't finish it, so I helped you eat it. It didn't waste food, so you should thank me."

"No, you!"

Lu Yuan stood up from his chair, as if he was going to rush up and punch Yan Gu in the next second. Song Guicheng suddenly said, "Wait a minute before you quarrel and look outside."

Just now, their attention was all attracted by the girl in the red dress named Xiaowen, so much so that they didn't notice the man sitting in the corner.

When Chen Wenyu pointed it out to Song Guicheng, he remembered that when they were having breakfast together this morning, he saw a woman in a red dress sitting next to the wretched man.

Both her clothes and hairstyle are similar to Xiaowen. The woman in the morning is most likely Xiaowen.

Lu Yuan froze in his tracks, and subconsciously looked in the direction Song Guicheng indicated along with the others.

Everyone saw the creepy guy.

Lu Yuan frowned and cursed: "Damn it, I haven't seen him all day today. Is he staying in this restaurant?"

He is the only resident on the second floor. Song Guicheng and his friends went to knock on the door at noon today, but no one was there, so he was definitely not in the room in the morning.

The man had no neighbors, and no one knew whether he returned home in the afternoon.

Those who are capable of fighting alone in a dungeon are either extremely strong or are good at unorthodox methods. This man doesn't seem to be any of them.

Cowardly, weak, and lustful were the impressions Song Guicheng had of him during the few interactions they had with him.

Those who have too much contact with NPCs in the dungeon usually don't live long. This is the most profound experience Song Guicheng has had after going through several dungeons.

Of course, whether you have contact or not, you may not live long.

He silently lit a candle for the man in his heart.

"Do you think he won't live long?" Shi Sui asked Song Guicheng, but he didn't wait for Song Guicheng to answer, instead he said to himself, "I think so too."

Song Guicheng held the cup in his hand and said, "The King of Hell wants him to die at three o'clock in the morning. Who can keep him alive until five o'clock? I'm just worried that he still has clues in his hands."

After he finished speaking, he waited for Shi Sui to continue, but found that the other party had stopped talking.

Song Guicheng looked up in confusion and saw Shi Sui moving his chair closer to him: "Xiao Chengzi, you are different from before."

When he said this, his pale lips curled up, his peach blossom eyes curved into a crescent shape, revealing a smile that Song Guicheng was familiar with.

Shi Sui's eyes sparkled: "But this is also good. If roses don't grow thorns, they will only end up being trampled on by others."

There was a taste of mung bean popsicle in his mouth, and I could smell the sweetness when he spoke close to me.

This was the second time Shi Sui said that he had changed. Song Guicheng was not surprised nor did he feel uncomfortable.

Man is a product of his environment and it is impossible for him to remain unchanged forever.

The copy world where the rules are entertainment to death and the survival of the fittest, cannot tolerate the existence of a simple and kind little lamb.

Cold, indifferent, and ruthless are not derogatory words here, but just a means of self-protection.

If he remains unchanged after experiencing a life-and-death crisis, he would be a hopeless case.

Song Guicheng lowered his incredibly beautiful eyes, and this action made him look particularly docile: "The more a person yearns for the sun, the more he wants to climb to higher places, the more his roots will extend into the dark underground."

Shi Sui gave Song Guicheng a thumbs up for what he said, and glanced at Chen Wenyu who had been staring at him, with a barely detectable thought in his eyes.

[What are they whispering about? Is there anything that I, as a VIP, cannot hear? ]

[I am still more concerned about whether the quarrel over sweet and sour pork just now produced any result]

[Come on, let’s buy it and leave it. Who will be the first player to die?]

[I don’t dare to do it. I think anyone who sees it won’t live long]

【Just order one little rooster】

……

The casual tone, as if the players were just a group of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, used for fun and trading, and then waved goodbye to the next carnival.

Song Guicheng rubbed his eyebrows. No matter how many times he saw it, he could not adapt to such remarks.

This mentality is like, I can say my friend is bad, but you can't.

The fist is really hard.

I would like to ask all viewers and players to have a sense of boundaries and not to gamble with other people's lives.

But no audience would care, since they wouldn't be the ones to die anyway.

Song Guicheng put down his teacup: "I'll go out and talk to him."

Lin Zicheng also stood up: "I'll go with you."

He pursed his lips and gave Song Guicheng a polite smile.

Lin Zicheng looks almost 40 years old, and his personality is the most stable among the three people. He has an ordinary appearance and looks like an honest person. You can't find him in a crowd, but he has a good temperament, at least he makes people feel comfortable when they meet him.

Song Guicheng had no objection.

"You guys continue arguing? I hope you can come to a conclusion before we come back." Before Song Guicheng went out, he turned around and said to Lu Yuan and Yan Gu.

The situation that was on the verge of breaking out just now was interrupted, and both of them calmed down a lot. Now that Song Guicheng brought it up again, they looked at each other feeling awkward.

The sweltering weather, the urgent tasks, and the lack of clues created a torturous atmosphere that forced everyone into a state of agony.

Any little thing can trigger a quarrel, just like the sweet and sour pork just now.

Shi Sui leaned back on the chair, propped up his head and said to Yan Gu: "How about this, you can have a table by yourself, order whatever you want, it's all yours, and you don't have to waste any money."

Yan Gu smiled awkwardly and did not respond to him.

Liang Qiuting and Shi Moqi did not participate in their conversation. Girls usually eat less than boys, and they had no objection to AA.

Firstly, it really doesn't cost many points, and secondly, we are all in the same boat now, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we live and die together, so why make a fuss over a meal?

The private room behind the curtain became quiet and no one spoke, but the scene outside the curtain was still bustling.

"Hey, uncle," Song Guicheng greeted politely, meeting the wretched man's inquiring gaze, and asked, "Can I sit opposite you?"

The wretched man raised his head and pointed in the direction of the curtain: "Don't you have seats?"

The implication is don't get involved.

Song Guicheng sat down by himself: "Uncle, my attitude towards you yesterday was a little bad, but you deserved it."

"Who is your uncle!" The wretched man's forehead jumped.

Song Guicheng readily changed his words: "Then I should call you auntie?"

"Get out!" The wretched man glared at him viciously. Song Guicheng could clearly see his bulging eyeballs and bloodshot whites.

Song Guicheng leaned back, fearing that the man's saliva would splash on him: "Auntie, it's not good to be angry. If you get sick from anger, no one can replace you."

As he spoke, he gently nudged Lin Zicheng with his elbow, and Lin Zicheng understood: "Xiao Song, stop making trouble."

Then she gave the man an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I'm Lin Zicheng, we met downstairs yesterday."

"Li Yi."

Song Guicheng knew the man's name.