I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 234 Such a Person

Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes swirling with emotion, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed, "Are you a dog? You can still smell it."

Shi Sui snorted: "That's talent, don't you understand!"

Song Guicheng said he didn't understand, but it wasn't hard to comprehend. After entering the Soul Tracing Game, his five senses became much more acute than before, which was perhaps his talent. Shi Sui could sense different powers, and this talent was probably the reason he teamed up with Xu Chongchuan.

A supernatural being with a Taoist fortune teller – this combination is practically invincible in dungeons, no wonder they rank high on the team leaderboard.

Song Guicheng asked, "Can you accurately return to the instance you were in last time?"

Shi Sui smiled mysteriously: "In the Soul Tracing Game, nothing is impossible."

"What I mean is, are you sure that if we enter that instance again, it will be exactly the same as the one you encountered?" Song Guicheng frowned slightly.

Shi Sui said, "It's impossible for it to be exactly the same. The rules and tasks will definitely change, but the theme will remain the same. The instance will exist until the exploration level reaches 100%."

Song Guicheng looked thoughtful, thinking of the favor Chen Wenyu had asked him, and asked, "Can I bring another person? They might be a hindrance."

Shi Sui waved his hand dismissively: "Just manage the people you brought."

Song Guicheng nodded, and the two agreed to meet again in three days. He then left with Xiaohua in his arms.

Just before leaving, he turned to Shi Sui and asked, "Are you really not bothered?"

Song Guicheng was asking about the matter of Xu Chongchuan's death.

Shi Sui sat in the sunlight, dust motes floating in the air, his round eyes flashing with light and shadow. He smiled again: "We're still in the Soul Tracing Game, aren't we?"

Song Guicheng raised an eyebrow, said nothing more, and went back to his room.

He was certain that Shi Sui had his own way of bringing Xu Chongchuan back to life, something that would be impossible in the real world. But in the Soul Tracing Game, nothing was impossible.

It's just unclear whether Shi Sui's method is related to what he's about to do.

Song Guicheng stroked Xiaohua's head and fell into deep thought until Xiaohua finally got impatient and moved her head away.

"Come here, Xiaohua, I just bought some fabrics to make you new clothes." Song Guicheng laid out fabrics of different colors and patterns on the table and let Xiaohua choose for herself.

White hairs slid down onto the fabric, like strands of silver, shimmering softly in the light.

Xiao Hua was carefully selecting fabrics, while Song Guicheng stared blankly at his white hair. He only snapped out of his reverie when Xiao Hua tugged at his sleeve.

"Mom, all these fabrics are so pretty, I want them all." She frowned in distress.

Song Guicheng pinched her cheek and said in a doting tone, "Okay."

The finished products came out quickly; Song Guicheng made three sets for her in total.

A red and white checkered wide-strapped sundress, short in length with an irregular hem and three layers of lace trim. A small cherry knot button adorns the chest. It's neither too tight nor too loose, perfectly fitting Xiaohua's figure.

Xiaohua liked this one the most and wanted to wear it right away.

After changing into it, she tiptoed and twirled around, the skirt blooming like a radiant sunflower, her eyes sparkling: "Mommy, I love it so much."

Song Guicheng took all sorts of photos of her, he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

He also made sure to record his experiences in these instances, and reviewing everything he had done had long been a habit.

"Xu Chongchuan, dead."

As Song Guicheng wrote these words, images kept flashing before his eyes: Xu Chongchuan grabbing Shi Sui by the back of the neck, wiping Shi Sui's sweat, and shielding Shi Sui behind him, saying, "I'm going."

If outsiders feel this way, Song Guicheng doesn't know what Shi Sui's feelings are when he subconsciously calls out Xu Chongchuan's name. It probably won't be as bad as he feels when he thinks of Wu Zhi.

In the end, he could only sigh, change into plain clothes, and express his condolences for Xu Chongchuan.

Death can come at any time. Even someone as powerful as Wu Zhi, who was all-powerful one moment, can lose all his strength the next.

Song Guicheng thought that fate was actually on his side; at least he knew he could win back his lover, which was lucky enough.

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The next morning, Chen Wenyu arrived early and knocked on Song Guicheng's door, calling out as he knocked, "Brother, are you awake? I brought you breakfast."

Song Guicheng wouldn't open the door, so he kept knocking, three times each time, just enough to wake up the person sleeping next door.

Shi Sui opened the door with a face full of resentment: "Scream, scream, scream! Are you trying to call my soul back?! It's so noisy!!"

Chen Wenyu quickly pulled his hand back and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"..." His good attitude made it difficult for Shi Sui to lash out.

Shi Sui scratched his messy hair, trying to figure out how to regain his composure, when he heard the person opposite him exclaim in surprise, "Shi Sui?"

"..." Shi Sui immediately rushed into the room. "I'm not him, you've mistaken me for someone else, goodbye."

Now it was Chen Wenyu's turn to scratch his head. He looked puzzled and muttered, "Did I make a mistake again? No way, is my memory so bad now that I can't remember anything except for dungeons?"

"Xiaoyu, you're here?" Song Guicheng's voice came from behind.

Chen Wenyu turned his head and saw his brother standing at the top of the stairs calling to him.

A white linen shirt, paired with matching black trousers, sleeves loosely rolled up at the cuffs, water droplets on his fingertips reflecting the faint light from the window. He was bathed in light and shadow, his brows slightly furrowed, a fragment of the morning light shattered.

Chen Wenyu realized that he used to be really pretentious, thinking that people who only care about looks have no substance. Okay, people who only care about looks do indeed lack substance, but his brother has more than just a good-looking face!

"Sorry, I just went downstairs to water the flowers. We agreed to meet at eight o'clock, I didn't expect you to come so early." Song Guicheng rolled up his sleeves and quickly came over to open the door for him.

At that moment, Chen Wenyu had only one thought in his mind: the painting, the people in the painting came to life.

Little Flower also peeked out and politely greeted, "Hello, brother."

Chen Wenyu replied blankly, "H-hello."

The three of them went into the house together.

Song Guicheng poured him a cup of tea, glanced at the clock, and pointed to 6:30: "Shi Sui is still not awake at this hour. Let's eat first, and then we'll go downstairs and pack some for him."

As he spoke, he took out plates and bowls from the cabinet, plated the breakfast that Chen Wenyu had bought, and scalded the bowls and plates for him to eat with.

They even specially picked out a little of each item and placed it next to Xiaohua so she could choose whichever she liked to eat.

Chen Wenyu took a bite of the osmanthus cake, and the cool, hard texture immediately hit him. He chewed it a couple of times and swallowed it, saying somewhat dejectedly, "I forgot to put it in the insulated box. I'm sorry, brother... I still got up early and queued for several tens of minutes..." He spoke softer and softer, his head almost drooping to the ground.

"It's alright, it's my fault for keeping you waiting," he said, placing the breakfast on the tray. "Xiaohua just finished playing with the flowers and hasn't washed her hands or face yet. Could you please wipe her hands and face for her while I go downstairs to heat it up?"

Before Chen Wenyu could stop him, Song Guicheng closed the door and left.

Chen Wenyu turned to look at Xiaohua. Her hair was perfectly neat; how could she not have cleaned up after playing?

"Have you just washed?" Chen Wenyu squatted down and asked her gently.

Xiaohua hesitated for a moment, shook her head, and held out her hand for him to wipe, saying softly, "Not yet." She even took out her own little towel for him to use.

Chen Wenyu smiled as he looked at Xiaohua's miniature towel; it was so small, yet still so meticulously made.

As he was wiping Xiaohua's face, he suddenly asked, "Xiaohua, can your mother also be my mother?"

Xiaohua: ? ?

“This kind of person is really suitable to be a mother,” Chen Wenyu murmured to herself. “No, it’s because he is a very good person that he can be a good mother.”