Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 188 Institute 7: Nerd's Book

"Well said." He Feng looked like it was hard to comment: "Remember not to say it next time. I feel embarrassed."

"Okay, okay." Feng Ao agreed immediately, and then said: "My king is above!"

He Feng was speechless. He took a deep breath and climbed up Shen Zishu's neck. "These researchers shouldn't be able to make any waves. I want to get back into the water. This dress... makes me uncomfortable."

"Of course it's uncomfortable when you're in neutral." Huyan Wanji laughed loudly, and only stopped when Zhang Yu hit him. He quickly tried to make excuses for himself: "Brother Shen, don't worry! I didn't peek, I wouldn't dare!"

"How can you speak so confidently about being a coward?" Zhang Yu said in amazement: "I have been working with you for six years, right? I have always been curious about this question."

The noise in his mind started again. Shen Zishu chuckled helplessly and carried He Feng back to the huge water tank.

The decorations inside had been completely destroyed by the young man, not a single one was intact, and the water had become turbid.

Shen Zishu would not let He Feng suffer any injustice. He operated the instrument to drain the water in the water tank, and directed Xiaojiu to go in and eat the garbage. Then he selected several large corals and shell beds from the horror game mall and put them into the bottom of the water before refilling the tank with water.

Qian Youlin's fish tail had turned into legs. He stepped on Qi Guanju's feet and also wanted to play in the water.

It has to be said that he had never experienced the feeling of breathing in water, so it was a bit novel.

On the other side, although Sheng Nancheng in Shang Qian's arms was very defensive, he was also eager to try. After a while of getting used to each other, Sheng Nancheng felt that he and his eight tentacles had been able to make peace, but he was afraid that Shang Qian would do something.

"Go ahead if you want to play." Shang Qian chuckled. He patted the place that should be Sheng Nancheng's buttocks, which successfully earned a glare from Lu Ming: "I will always be with you and will not leave, so don't be afraid."

Sheng Nancheng: ...

He wants Shang Qian to accompany him? Bah!

Sheng Nancheng was about to retort when his fingertips were hooked. He looked in the direction Shang Qian pointed and saw Lu Ming with a gloomy face.

"Like?" Shang Qian leaned close to Sheng Nancheng's ear and whispered, "How about I help you?"

“No need.” Sheng Nancheng frowned and wanted to move away, but Shang Qian held him tightly and lowered his voice: “Let me go!”

"Okay, okay, let's play. There's no rush." ​​Shang Qian raised his head. He looked helpless, as if Sheng Nancheng was being naughty with him. "How about a little while? The water isn't full yet."

He Feng leaned on Shen Zishu. He turned his head and looked at Shang Qian, wrinkling his nose and looking displeased.

Maybe he was wrong? Why did he always feel that this human was insincere and had some sincerity but not much?

"He looks weird." He Feng raised his chin towards Shang Qian: "Pay attention to him."

"Okay." Shen Zishu agreed immediately after installing the heating pipe. He turned on the switch and was relieved when he saw the heating pipe working normally: "The water is too cold. It needs to be heated up."

He Feng nodded, took Shen Zishu's hand and began to play with it by pinching his fingertips.

Shen Zishu let him touch her randomly, with a smile on his lips all the time.

No one else could hear the conversation between Sheng Nancheng and Shang Qian before, but Shen Zishu could hear it.

His body had originally been transformed by the horror game system, and his hearing was already very sharp. The five years he spent in the dead city further improved his hearing to a new limit.

But now He Feng has no memory, he can't talk to him, and he himself is too lazy to pay attention to other people.

After all, he is still selfish. He only wants to see the people he wants to see and only wants to contact the people he wants to contact.

And his desire from beginning to end was only for one person, and that person was right in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Feeling the burning gaze of the person next to him, He Feng looked over in confusion: "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Yeah." Shen Zishu didn't answer. He just moved closer, and his nose touched He Feng's. The believer who had been rescued from darkness countless times by the Savior spoke in an extremely solemn tone and repeated his oath once again: "I will love you forever."

"Love me as much as I love you?" He Feng chuckled and responded to Shen Zishu: "Follow me closely, and you will never get lost again."

The barrage was filled with cheers, and the foodies were going crazy, cheering for the young couple’s love every day.

Huyan Wanji and the others also exploded directly. No one understood the meaning of He Feng's words better than them.

When Shen Zishu first came to the resting place, he got lost because he was not familiar with the place. It was He Feng who found him and brought him back.

Family members, who understands, how can Brother He’s memory be lost even though it is still there?

Anyway, I just forget all the important things, but I only remember the feelings and love.

Huyan Wanji bites his handkerchief, remember it well, remember it well!

"There is another possibility." Song Tan, who saw through everything, smiled slightly: "Because Brother He forgot Brother Shen for five years, he subconsciously doesn't want to forget Brother Shen again. Therefore, although Brother He is not clear about the details of their relationship, he will vaguely remember it. That is to say, he thinks it is like this."

The water tank was full and the heater was powerful. He Feng kissed Shen Zishu and jumped into the water on the flames.

The black shorts were instantly burst by the red fishtail. The Nine-Sky Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire was like a bug and could burn in water. It swallowed up the shorts and ate up the shirt that He Feng took off, and surrounded He Feng beautifully, adding to his beauty.

The red fish tail swayed gently, and He Feng swam to the glass. He raised his hand and placed his palm against the glass, just like Shen Zishu did when he saw him just now.

Shen Zishu understood, and he also raised his hand, placing his palm against He Feng's through the glass. The man and the fish looked at each other through the glass.

There is no sadness, no sentimentality. The power of the ocean overlord is very strong. As long as he wants, he can smash this glass tank with one punch.

He just felt like this was like triggering a switch.

If the barrage knew what He Feng was thinking, they would answer, of course, by triggering the screenshot switch.

I can’t stop, I really can’t stop!

Moreover, their brother-in-law was wearing a white coat. This aesthetic feeling is really indescribable in words. I can only use the speed of taking screenshots to express what they want to say.

It’s so beautiful, I’ll take a screenshot first.

After looking at Shen Zishu for a while, He Feng was very satisfied with this wise follower. He coughed lightly, his tone full of joy: "I haven't asked your name yet. My name is He Feng, Jiabei He, Mu Fengfeng, what's yours?"

"Shen Zishu." Shen Zishu smiled, his eyes curved into the look that He Feng liked the most: "My own, a nerd's book."

"This name sounds nice." He Feng affirmed, and the silver lines on his body lit up: "I like it very much."

Qian Youlin, who couldn't bear to watch, jumped into the water directly. He swam to the other side, wagging his tail and stretched out his hand, putting it on the glass. Qi Guanju understood, walked forward, and put his palm against his.

"I like you." Qian Youlin tried to speak in the water. After testing it for a while, he quickly mastered it and began to speak to Qi Guanju: "You can try in the water next time."

"Okay." Qi Guanju would definitely not refuse such a proposal. He would always stare at Qian Youlin seriously, making Qian feel like a prey. "Don't cry. I won't stop."

"Hey!" Qian Youlin was dissatisfied: "I cry? I won't cry, don't cry!"

Sheng Nancheng was a little envious. He looked at He Feng and the others without turning back, and deliberately avoided Shang Qian's sight: "Can I trust you?"

"You can always trust me." Shang Qian answered without any hesitation, and then he seemed to be reminding something: "The past, the present, and the future."

Sheng Nancheng didn't know whether Shang Qian's words were true or false. He only knew that Shang Qian couldn't cause any trouble now. He took a deep breath and patted the arm that was hugging him: "I want to go play."

So, under Lu Ming's silent gaze, Sheng Nancheng was put into the aquarium. He swam twice, and his eight tentacles had been tamed by him. The little crybaby happily shuttled among the corals.

"If I pursue Chengcheng, do you think my chances of success are high?" Shang Qian approached Lu Ming and asked, pretending to be indifferent: "You are his friend, right? Then you should know him well, right? Then do you know what Chengcheng likes?"

Lu Ming looked at Sheng Nancheng's smiling face without saying anything.

After all, they are just friends, why is he unhappy?

But he just didn't want anyone else to get close to the little crybaby. He knew what the little crybaby liked and disliked, but he didn't intend to tell Shang Qian.

Is this really what friends should think?

Lu Ming asked himself, he tried to tell Sheng Nancheng about his preferences, but those things that he knew by heart were stuck in his lips and he could not say them.

So, what does Crybaby feel about him?

Crybaby had tried so many times, but he was still not sure.

I’m not sure whether Sheng Nancheng’s liking for him comes from his heart or is an illusion created by the time they’ve been together for these days.

"Hey? Why aren't you talking?" Shang Qian added fuel to the fire: "You have to help me pursue Cheng Cheng. I like him very much. I fell in love with him at first sight. What should I do after we are together..."

With his hair standing on end, Shang Qian looked up at Lu Ming's deep gaze and raised his hand to indicate that he would not say anything more. Only then did Lu Ming turn his head away.

He stroked his arm to dispel the chill brought by Lu Ming, and couldn't help but smile.

It’s great that two people like each other. That’s great.

Shang Qian's fingertips dug into the flesh. He was trying his best to endure something, but he returned to normal the next second and his expression became indifferent.

Is it difficult to get promoted? I have to say that he really likes this skin, but it's a pity that someone will not agree to his move.

In the water tank, the young man who had lost his memory for some unknown reason turned around and looked at him as if he had sensed something. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, but it was as if he could see through him completely.

Shang Qian gave him a kind smile, softening his presence a little.

By now, everyone else present had probably noticed him, but no one came to expose him.

How should I put it? How could the horror game system not lose against these people?