I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 227 Mingde Juku High School 41

"Mommy mommy!"

Song Guicheng woke up slowly. The devilish face and sharp ridicule faded away like the tide. Xiaohua was shaking him vigorously. Song Guicheng felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

"Okay, okay, Xiaohua, stop shaking, I'm awake."

The brain is about to be shaken out.

Song Guicheng knelt on the ground, patted his face, and pulled his emotions out of the dream just now. This was the second time he dreamed about the past of Suzuki Yukina and Sato Misaki.

He guessed that the reason he could see these images was related to the divine power in himself.

However, the scene just now did verify their previous guess. Nakano definitely did not let Suzuki Yukina go as he said, but instead collectively abused her.

The scene stops abruptly as Suzuki Yukina struggles in vain and the tear that flows out of her eyes. But will those people suddenly be kind enough to help her put on her clothes?

"We have arrived at Yamaeicho Station. Please take your personal belongings and prepare to get off the train."

The female voice of the radio station sounded without warning, right above his head. At such a close distance, the stiffness and unnaturalness in her voice became more and more obvious.

Song Guicheng took a glance and was stunned. There was no one in the glass-separated cab, but the train was still moving, gradually slowing down until it stopped at the station.

"We have arrived at Yamaeicho Station. Please take your personal belongings and prepare to get off the train."

But what is horrifying is that there is no broadcasting equipment in the cab.

So where does this sound come from?

Xiaohua poked him and pointed above his head and said, "Mom, there's someone."

Song Guicheng slowly raised his head and met an eye with a black white and blood-red pupil. When he realized that he had been discovered, the eye smiled at him.

On the bloody face, the skin texture had been completely separated from the bones, turning into a rotten dark brown color, hanging around the eye sockets and about to fall off. The skin wrinkles like bark, and as its mouth opened and closed, the broadcasting voice came out of her mouth.

It was hanging on the wall of the carriage above its head in a twisted posture, with its neck twisted 180 degrees, staring at Song Guicheng silently.

"Sato Misaki," Song Guicheng called out her name, "Should I call you Sato Misaki or Suzuki Yukina?"

His eyes looked down and fell on the pair of rotten and broken legs. Those legs were connected to Sato Misaki's waist, but they were shaking, as if they would fall off at any second.

Song Guicheng's question was finally answered. Neither Suzuki Yukina nor Sato Misaki was able to escape from that snowy day.

The tram door closed slowly, and continued to move forward shakily, making a creaking sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Sato Misaki's mouth slowly opened, and the sound that came out was sharp and piercing, like a stone hitting glass: "You finally found us."

She said "we", and at this point, there was no point in hiding it.

"Some people say you're very smart," Sato Misaki tilted her head, "Why haven't you ever thought of searching the trains if you're so smart?"

Song Guicheng said calmly: "I ranked last in the exam, how can I be smart?"

Sato Misaki: …

There was a moment of silence in the air, and she was unable to refute.

Song Guicheng stared at her waist for a while, and Sato Misaki said with a smile: "It's already like this, are you still interested in this kind of body?"

He shook his head. “The stitches in the middle of your waist are a little frayed and are about to fall off.”

Song Guicheng got up from the ground: "Do you want to ask Suzuki Xuena to help you sew it up?" His eyes slid across the half of Sato Misaki's hand, "After all, it's not very convenient for you."

"Click, click," Sato Misaki's head turned back from the back, "click, click, click," and with her arms supporting her body, she climbed down from above at an extremely fast speed. In almost an instant, she lay in front of Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng squatted down, trying to keep his eyes level with Sato Misaki, his long hair falling as he moved: "You have noticed that the power of nothingness has disappeared. It is difficult to support such a huge copy to run intact relying solely on your resentment. It is not easy to make the copy so vivid, so close to the real world, and to accommodate so many people."

Sato Misaki stared at him steadily, without any emotion in her scary eyes: "We just want to survive and live an ordinary life, that's all."

Song Guicheng lifted a strand of hair and hung it to his ear. His handsome features were reflected in the dim white light outside the window. He smiled gently, "I know. So, who else do you want to kill?"

……

Song Guicheng got off the tram with the answer. The snow was gradually getting lighter, but the snow on the road was too thick to move.

The shops along the way were closed one after another. He didn't know whether Ms. Yoshida's shop would be open today, so he could only try his luck. But his intuition told him that the shop would be open.

The overlapping mountains on all sides form a natural barrier around Dajing Village, making people feel a little depressed.

"Mom, shall we buy some cake?" Xiaohua asked curiously.

Song Guicheng touched his head and said, "Of course I will buy it.

Turning the corner, he saw that the lights in the store were still on. The orange light at the door added a touch of warmth to the dim snow.

"Ding-ling ding-ling," Song Guicheng pushed the door open and the wind chimes at the door rang.

Ms. Yoshida behind the counter was grinding today's coffee powder. When she heard someone coming in, she turned around in surprise, with a friendly smile on her kind face.

"Hey, young man, you're here again," she looked at Song Guicheng's hair and said, "Did you get hair extensions? And dyed it? It must have cost a lot to get such long hair extensions. The color is so beautiful when you dyed it."

As she spoke, she subconsciously looked back, but didn't see another figure. She wiped her hands and asked, "Where's your friend? He's not with you."

"Yes, Auntie, I'm the only one here today," Song Guicheng ordered a cup of coffee, "It's snowing so heavily outside, why are you still opening the store?"

The aunt wiped the counter, turned on the coffee machine, and replied, "If anyone can't go home because of the heavy snow, they can still have a place to stay."

Song Guicheng lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes became dim for a moment. Aunt Yoshida is really a very good person. He sighed in his heart.

"Why are you here today?" Ms. Yoshida asked.

Song Guicheng patted the small flower in his pocket and said, "Buy cakes for the children at home." After that, he walked to the bakery to choose bread and cakes.

"You are a good brother." Ms. Yoshida stared at his figure for a moment, her eyes gradually filled with sadness, and she said with emotion, "If... our Watanabe should also be a good brother."

Song Guicheng took two cakes to pay the bill and asked, "Does Watanabe have brothers or sisters?"

Ms. Yoshida closed her eyes in some pain and said in a dull voice: "I had a younger sister before, but she died when she was very young."

The change was handed to Song Guicheng, and his guess was confirmed, but when he saw Aunt Yoshida was lost in painful memories, he did not ask any more questions.

He was about to say something but was a little hesitant. Song Guicheng hated himself for always being soft-hearted, but there were some things he had to say.

"Auntie, I came here today for one more thing," Song Guicheng knocked on the counter again and again, "Maybe you don't know about Watanabe's situation in school."

……

……

After listening to Song Guicheng's story, including the fact that Watanabe was the first perpetrator of the deceased Sato Misaki, Ms. Yoshida was unexpectedly calm: "Child, do you have any evidence?"

Song Guicheng was not surprised by such a reaction. Anyone who tells you that the child you like is bullying others at school will want to see solid evidence.

This is already a very rational behavior. There are too many people who deny and curse without even listening to the whole story.

"You can call our teacher and I can give you his phone number," Song Guicheng smiled helplessly, "He knows everything, but it's a pity that the teacher can't control him."

"Okay, thank you kid," Ms. Yoshida handed him his coffee, "I'm going to the back to make a phone call. Can you help me watch the store first?"