I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 196 Mingde Juku High School 10

Pei Shuangjin was about to catch up when Song Guicheng in front of him suddenly stopped, as if waking up from a dream. He walked straight to the window with a shocked expression, pushed open the glass with a "swish", and stuck his head out to look outside.

The old white tiles were cracked into tiny cracks, spreading out in winding lines, with one crack appearing every few meters, which was the crawling route of the thing just now.

There was a dark brown stain on the cement in the gap. Song Guicheng moved his nose slightly, but couldn't smell what it was. He reached out to touch it, not noticing that half of his body was already leaning out of the window.

If someone pushed him at this time, he would definitely fall down and would be disabled if not dead.

Pei Shuangjin's pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing suddenly stagnated. His movements were faster than his brain. When he came to his senses, he had already reached out to grab Song Guicheng and held him tightly in his arms: "What are you doing?"

Song Guicheng was caught off guard by a strong embrace. Pei Shuangjin's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. When he was held by him, the feeling of confinement spread from his hair to the soles of his feet, like black iron tempered in ice, locking him up tightly.

Song Guicheng's nose was filled with the light scent of night dew, mixed with the bitter fragrance of gardenia and bamboo leaves on his body, clear and soft.

His head was dazed, and he said stupidly, "I want to see what's stuck on the wall outside."

Song Guicheng's soft hair rubbed against Pei Shuangjin's neck, causing a tingling sensation. He was silent for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "It's too dangerous, don't do that."

At that moment just now, half of Song Guicheng's body was exposed outside the window, as if he would fall down like a leaf with just a gust of wind.

Panic suddenly gripped Pei Shuangjin's entire heart, as if Song Guicheng's life was also connected to his own life. His brain went blank for a moment, and he reached out to grab without thinking.

His life was short, and that feeling was truly his first time, and he didn't want it to happen a second time.

Pei Shuangjin's calm voice sounded like a sigh. Song Guicheng heard his heartbeat suddenly increase in his chest and knew that he was really worried about him. He assured him in a low voice: "Okay, I won't do that."

Pei Shuangjin, who had received the assurance, gradually loosened his arms, looked out the window, and asked, "What do you want to see?"

Song Guicheng hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly. If he told Pei Shuang the truth, it would disrupt his peaceful high school life. If he chose to hide it, it would push him further away.

After all, one lie will lead to countless lies until the day when it can no longer be covered up.

He thought again and again, took Pei Shuangjin's hand, led him to the window, and pointed to the dark brown stains on the cement cracks: "I'm looking at what that is."

Pei Shuangjin stared at it, and after a moment, he frowned slightly, pursed his lips, pulled Song Guicheng back two steps, closed the window with a "click", locked the anti-theft lock, and doubts surged in his heavy eyes.

"You think the same as I do, don't you?"

Song Guicheng forced a bitter smile on his face.

On the outer wall of the old teaching building, coagulated blood appeared between the damaged white tiles.

It was a spring evening and the wind had died down, but Song Guicheng smelled a belated smell of blood, which so strongly tore apart the floral scent in the air and rushed straight to his forehead.

He took two steps back, put his legs on the desk behind him, and looked over Pei Shuangjin's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the setting sun in the sky. Pink, orange, red, and golden colors intertwined and blended, falling from the clouds into Song Guicheng's eyes, like a withered camellia.

He smiled and said, "Do you smell it?"

Pei Shuangjin frowned: "What?"

Song Guicheng whispered, "The taste of blood."

The air in the classroom became stagnant for a moment.

At this moment, Pei Shuangjin finally had to look directly at the abrupt young man in front of him, and also had to look directly at the complicated feelings in his heart.

From the first time he met Song Guicheng, many questions arose in his mind. He didn't know where to start, but he also felt that there was no need to ask.

Sharing the same pain and sorrow, they seem to be another self in the world, yet also seem to be one and inseparable.

Pei Shuangjin's face was calm, but his mood was like the undercurrent surging beneath the sea, and he suddenly began to have great doubts about his identity.

But he was touched by Song Guicheng's silent and forbearing eyes, and finally just asked: "Do you have to figure it out?"

Pei Shuangjin faintly smelled the atmosphere of parting that followed after Song Guicheng finished investigating the incident he wanted to find out.

Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment.

If it were in the past, he would have given up on figuring this out without hesitation.

It doesn't matter if the main quest fails or if he loses his mind and merges into the dungeon world, as long as he can be with Wu Zhi, it's all fine.

However, now the situation has changed drastically, and he sacrifices himself to himself in exchange for the chance to meet the god again.

But Pei Shuangjin is not a complete god after all, he only has the residual power of a god. What he needs to do is to take back this residual power.

But he couldn't tell Pei Shuangjin these things, because his ultimate goal was not only to take back the remaining power, but to resurrect the gods.

The cost is huge and unimaginable.

Pei Shuang would never agree, and Wu Zhi would even less agree.

Song Guicheng can extend this deadline and steal more time to spend with Wu Zhi, but he cannot stagnate and stay in a small copy forever, imprisoning the damaged god in a corner.

This is unfair, because those powers are not the real Wu Zhi, and a corner of land is not worthy of Wu Zhi. His god should wander outside the human world, just be a spectator, and not get involved in the maze.

Song Guicheng didn't want to lie, so he simply said nothing.

He just said slowly, word by word, with great determination: "I must have it."

Pei Shuangjin squeezed and loosened the bottle of herbal tea in his hand, and then squeezed and loosened it again. After several rounds of squeezing, his face showed a complex expression. Finally, he stuffed the bottle into the side of Song Guicheng's bag and reminded him: "Suzuki is about to leave the school gate."

Seeing Suzuki Yukina limping out of the school gate while the two of them were still pulling each other leisurely in the classroom, Song Guicheng slapped his forehead and pulled Pei Shuangjin to catch up.

At this time, most students were not in the classroom and the teaching building was unusually quiet, but Song Guicheng heard a quarrel coming from upstairs.

"Hey, isn't this Yamamoto? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you see? My mother is a prostitute. She's helping his mother get business. Hahahaha."

"When did your mother conceive you?"

"Shan won't have to worry about a future. He just needs to inherit their family business. Hahahahahaha."

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A few hooligans who were at odds with Yamamoto sat on the podium near the classroom door, looking down at Yamamoto who was holding a sign that read "My mother is a prostitute", and they challenged him unscrupulously.

There is no harmony within the bullying gang headed by Watanabe. Even though they are all gangsters, there is a chain of contempt. Yamamoto is undoubtedly at the bottom. He is not tall, not strong, and has a poor family background. He can only get pleasure by bullying people who are weaker than him.

Today, he listened to Song Guicheng's words and went to the bicycle stand with half belief and half doubt. He didn't see Watanabe, but happened to see Nakano blackmailing a freshman in high school and accidentally led the dean over.

What happened next was chaos. Nakano and several other hooligans had their parents called in. During the mediation, they even got into a fight, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The culprit, Yamamoto, naturally had to be punished. He was holding a humiliating sign with a bruised face and nose, revealing his wounds in public, but no one sympathized with him.

The victim of the family has become the perpetrator of innocent people. People who cannot resist injustice and can only punch the weak are always looked down upon.

Yamamoto's hand was clenched so tightly that the cards in his hand creaked. He flipped up the cards in his hand and smashed them on the other person's head: "Who the hell do you think you are? You are his dog, too. Who the hell is nobler than who?"

"Heh, at least I'm not helping my mom get business at school!"

"Do you have a mother? Your mother died a long time ago!"

They unscrupulously used the most vicious words to pierce each other's wounds, pushing and shoving each other, and it soon turned into a group fight that unfolded in the narrow corridor on the fourth floor.

"Creaky, creaky," the gangster's body hit the railings from time to time, making noises.

Song Guicheng heard it clearly, but didn't want to interfere. He calmly pulled Pei Shuangjin downstairs.

Yamamoto seized the opportunity and fiercely grabbed the leader's weak spot below. The leader screamed "Ah——" and fell backwards to the ground, rolling around in pain.

Seeing this, several people nearby hurriedly pushed Yamamoto away and went forward to check on his condition.

Yamamoto hit the railing behind him with a bang. He wanted to show a smug smile, but he couldn't control himself and fell backwards. His eyes opened wide and his mouth opened in fear, but for some reason he couldn't make any sound. It was as if a pair of cold hands were covering his mouth and nose tightly and clamping his limbs, so that he couldn't even reach out to save himself and fell straight down.

At that time, Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin were walking out of the teaching building and had not yet stepped out of the corridor.

"Squeak--" Song Guicheng heard the buzzing sound caused by the squeezing and friction of steel again, like a sharp long needle piercing his ear. He suddenly turned pale and his body curled up involuntarily.

Pei Shuangjin held up his falling body and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng was speechless. Only a sharp sound of breaking air came to his ears. Then, "plop", a shadow in a dark blue school uniform flew through the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Someone died.

The dead silence was like overgrown water plants, absorbing all the oxygen in the air.

Song Guicheng took two deep breaths to calm down, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and looked at the corpse, looking directly into Yamamoto's eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and his anger was mixed with great fear. He died without any warning in the evening.

Pei Shuangjin unconsciously tightened his grip on Song Guicheng's hand and stretched out his hand to shield him from the bloody scene. But he didn't know what he was thinking about and let go halfway.

The intense pain just now has passed, and Song Guicheng said: "I'm fine."

He stood there and watched.

Falling from the fourth floor of the teaching building would not necessarily be fatal, but Yamamoto happened to be headfirst, and his body tilted due to gravity, and his neck was twisted into 90 degrees, an extremely tricky angle. His limbs were twisted and his face was deformed.

And in that burst of intense pain, Song Guicheng always felt that he heard a "click" sound. He looked at Yamamoto, who died miserably, and finally remembered what kind of sound that was.

It was as if something was forcibly twisting the human skeleton, causing the joints to rub against each other, making a strange sound.

Song Guicheng was about to step forward, but was stopped by Pei Shuangjin. He frowned unconsciously, feeling a little flustered, and said, "Don't go over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, the railing on the fourth floor suddenly fell down without warning and hit Yamamoto's body. The sharp steel pipe violently pierced into the connection between his back and lower body, "puff", splitting his body in two, with flesh splattering and blood flowing freely.

A student who was taking a break from a club activity returned to the classroom. He was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he froze in place and screamed in fear: "Ah-ah-someone's dead!!"

Song Guicheng was used to seeing all kinds of tragic death scenes. He just closed his eyes when he heard this. His fingertips trembled slightly. He looked at Pei Shuangjin and said in a doubtful tone: "You..."

Pei Shuangjin saw the students and teachers gathered together. Everyone was in a panic. Some were afraid, some were surprised, and some fainted directly from fright. Screams were heard one after another, and the panic brought by the death quickly spread.

However, in Pei Shuangjin's eyes, these people just passed by in a hurry, leaving only afterimages.

He grabbed Song Guicheng's cold hand, led him away from the crowd, and walked against the flow towards the school gate.

The sunset is magnificent, the afterglow is glorious and grand, with warm colors spreading all over the sky. In a trance, people think that blood has dyed the setting sun red, completely enveloping the entire copy, unable to bring any warmth, leaving only depression and suffocation.

The two walked in silence on the sparsely populated path. The fallen cherry blossoms were like residual snow, dotting the road under their feet. Song Guicheng was held tightly by Pei Shuangjin's hand, letting the declining sunset chase after them.

In the silence of the wind, Song Guicheng asked: "Did you know that the railing would fall down just now?"

There was no sound, no sign. If Song Guicheng had gone there at that time, he would have ended up like Yamamoto.

The ghosts in this copy have already started to take action.

Pei Shuangjin held Song Guicheng's hand, trying to warm him up, but found that she was no warmer than him, so she gave up and said calmly: "I can see it."

"what?"

"Danger is coming."

His tone was calm, and he didn't feel like he had revealed any big secrets, even his breathing didn't change.

Song Guicheng tightened his fingers, his eyes were shocked, and he turned to look at Pei Shuangjin. The setting sun cast a fine light on his face, as if all the faint light in the copy was concentrated on him alone.

Pei Shuangjin in this copy is a part of God. Even though his memories are gone, his essence remains unchanged.

Foreseeing danger is also one of God’s abilities.

The cherry blossoms above his head were trembling, too light to bear their own weight, and they fluttered down, landing one on Pei Shuangjin's shoulder.

Pei Shuang seemed to be aware of it and wanted to touch it, but Song Guicheng put his hand on his shoulder first. Their palms touched each other, and the two completely different temperatures entangled and intertwined, gradually merging into one.

Song Guicheng narrowed his light-colored eyes. The orange-yellow sunset cast a very light and soft luster on his hair. He smiled playfully, "I'll give you a gift."

Song Guicheng flipped his left hand, and a perfect cherry blossom appeared in his hand. The flower was small and pink, as if he had caught a small piece of sunset in his hand.

When the cherry blossoms bloom, they are extremely passionate, just like a pink snow falling overnight, magnificently. When they disappear, it is also like melting snow, falling for a moment before blending into the mud, and the brilliance comes to an abrupt end at the most passionate time.

"From now on, this flower will never wither or decay." He just injected a little divine power into the flower, and it will be eternal from now on.

Eternity is so big that even tens of millions of years are not enough to describe it; eternity is also very small that it can be carried by a flower.

Song Guicheng stared at him straight, his light brown eyes seemed to be flowing with the glimmer of morning light. He was hinting at something, and he didn't believe that Pei Shuangjin would not understand.

Pei Shuangjin's heartbeat slowed down for a moment, and then began to beat uncontrollably for the person in front of him. One after another, connected to the clouds in the sky and the evening wind, it continued endlessly.

At this moment they share each other's secrets, closely connecting life and death.

Pei Shuangjin clutched the flowers in her hand, her lips moving slightly, but Song Guicheng suddenly frowned: "Where's Suzuki Yukina?"

The two of them were only concerned about Yamamoto's death and completely forgot about going home with her.

Pei Shuangjin pointed in the direction of the station: "That's where it is." He thought for a moment and added, "And the train is coming soon."

Song Guicheng was shocked: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Pei Shuangjin carefully wrapped the small flower with her handkerchief and said, "I forgot too."

The two of them stared at each other, seeing naked helplessness in each other's eyes.

Beauty can mislead people. Song Guicheng learned from his mistakes and ran all the way with Pei Shuangjin, leaving the heaviness and depression far behind. At this moment, he didn't think about anything, but just quietly tightened the hand he was holding.