Wen Qing bent his fingers, not knowing how to respond to Xing Zai.

He hurriedly unplugged the charger, clutched the phone, and walked out while turning it on.

"Then let's go out."

Looking at Wen Qing's somewhat flustered back, Xing Ze chuckled lightly and followed him out.

Walking into the elevator, the phone finally turned on.

Wen Qing lowered her head, quickly opened WeChat, and opened Io's chat dialog.

Just as he typed the next sentence of punishment, his fingertips paused, and he glanced at Xing Ze beside him.

Xing Zhe is much taller than him, and he can easily see his mobile phone screen.

Probably aware of his gaze, Xing Zhe looked sideways, his eyes gradually falling from Wen Qing's face to his fingers.

Seeing Wen Qing's hand blocking the screen of the phone, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Afraid of me peeking?"

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he faltered and didn't speak.

Xing Ze didn't look at his mobile phone screen, and asked casually, "Classmates? Teachers? Friends?"

Wen Qing said honestly, "roommate."

"Roommate," Xing Ze half-closed his eyes, looked at the two figures reflected in the elevator mirror, and said slowly, "You are a sophomore now, and you can spend at least two more years with your roommate."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then nodded, not understanding why Xing Ze said this suddenly.

Xing Zai continued: "You have a lot of time in the future."

"I only have twelve hours."

Saying that, he glanced at his watch: "Well, it's been less than twelve hours now."

Wen Qing pursed her lips.

Xing Ze asked lightly: "Is there anything important for your roommate to use WeChat to contact you? Instead of calling?"

The implication is that it is not an important thing at all, and it also takes up his time.

Wen Qing said dryly, "it wasn't him who contacted me."

"I have a question I want to ask him."

"It's a very important thing."

Hearing this, Xing Ze withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the beating numbers on the elevator floor: "You ask."

"I won't peek."

Wen Qing blinked, lowered his head, and quickly sent a message to Io.

【I have seen Xing Zhe. 】

Io replied in seconds, as if he had been waiting for his news.

【Um. 】

Wen Qing: [What's going on? 】

Io: [Didn't he tell you? 】

Wen Qing stared at this line of words, so there was only the reason Xing Ze said...

just for him.

He thought there was another reason...

Wen Qing: [Why? 】

Io: [The dungeon of the lost track, although it is human-level, is far more difficult for you than god-level. 】

Io: [Even if you can survive to complete the main quest, you may be left in that world. 】

Io: [So I designed a policeman to help you and make sure the game is fair. . 】

Wen Qing stared at the word "design" closely.

No wonder 001 pays special attention to punishment selection.

No wonder Xing Xue is different from other ordinary Aboriginal people.

No wonder Xingzai and Io are somewhat similar

Wen Qing pressed her fingertips against the phone screen, and after a while, she typed out the next question.

【What is your relationship with those three? 】

He does not explicitly say that there are three gods.

But Io knew what he was asking.

Iou: [WeChat has no way to carry this information. 】

"Ding-dong-"

Arrived on the first floor.

Xing Ze walked out of the elevator and saw Wen Qing still standing inside staring at the phone.

He raised his hand and pressed the door button, and said, "It's here."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she walked out, and said to Xing Ze, "I want to make a call."

Xing Ze hummed and walked straight forward: "I'll wait for you outside."

After he finished speaking, he walked outside the building and kept a short distance from Wen Qing, so that he would neither hear the phone conversation nor look at him to avoid accidents.

Wen exhaled lightly and immediately dialed Io's number.

The phone went through quickly.

Wen Qing was the first to speak: "You can speak now."

Io's deep and pleasant voice came from the other end of the mobile phone: "WeChat can't be sent, mainly because the mobile phone can't support the power of information."

"What you want to know, there is no way to use any medium."

"I can only tell you in person and in person."

In person, in person...

Wen Qing didn't think about it, and immediately hung up the phone.

Nancheng University dormitory

Io put his chin on one hand and waited for Wen Qing to speak. The next second, the beep of being hung up sounded in his ear.

Io: "..."

Song Qiang saw Io on the phone from the bathroom and asked, "Are you calling Wen Qing?"

Io hummed.

Song Qiang had a smile on his face, and his mouth was like a machine gun, and he threw a bunch of questions: "Is he going back to the dormitory? Have you told him about the object? You two are reconciled? Or are you going to have a meal? Reconcile again?"

Io was silent for a moment and spit out two words: "No."

Song Qiang scratched his head and asked, "Which one doesn't?"

Io: "None."

Song Qiang: "..."

Io put down the phone and tapped the keyboard: "He just hung up."

Song Qiang sighed quietly: "He hung up your phone ruthlessly."

Io: "..."

…………

Walking to the gate of the community, Wen Qing stopped, tilted her head and asked Xing Ze, "Where do you want to go?"

Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you recommend?"

Wen Qing was stopped.

Although Nancheng is the city where he has always lived, but because of this, he can't think of a recommended place at all.

After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively, "Are you going to my university?"

Xing Ze lowered his eyes, stared at him for a moment, and then asked, "Have you brought others to your school?"

Although Wen Qing didn't know whether Xing Ze knew about the existence of Bai Tong and others, he could only nod his head at this question: "Well, I've been there."

Xing Ze said calmly, "I'm not going."

Wen Qing was stunned, because he took other people there?

After a flash of thought, he heard Xing Ze ask again, "Do you usually live in this community besides school?"

Wen Qing nodded and shook his head again: "It wasn't before, it should be in the future."

The location of Nancheng Community is very good. It is located in the city center. It is very convenient to go to work after graduation. He is not going to sell the house.

Xing Ze glanced around and stopped at Wal-Mart not far in front of him: "Then go to the supermarket to buy food, then go back to cook."

Wen Qing raised her face and said inexplicably, "I have vegetables at home, so I don't need to buy them."

Xing Ze lowered his head, looked into his eyes, and said slowly, "I want to go shopping with you in the supermarket and buy groceries."

Live an ordinary day.

His eyes were calm, his tone was indifferent, and what he said was a very ordinary thing.

Wen Qing's heart tightened.

"it is good."

The supermarket is just a few hundred meters away and arrives soon.

Wen Qing pushed the empty cart and followed Xing Ze inside.

He has very low material desires, and since everything at home is complete, he doesn't know what to buy, so he just follows Xing Ze and walks with him through one shelf after another.

Compared to him, Xing Zai was very interested, and he had to take some shower gel, tissues, snacks, etc. when he passed by.

The trolley gradually fills up.

Xing Ze's pace slowed down, grabbed the handrail of the trolley and pushed it together with Wen Qing.

The trolley is not too big, and the two people pushed it together a little bit.

When turning, the two pushed to different strengths, and the trolley tilted slightly.

Wen Qing inevitably bumped into Xing Ze, his body temperature was very high, like a little sun, and the masculine breath enveloped him, making his face red.

Wen Qing hurriedly took a step to the side, released her hand, and said to Xing Ze, "You push alone."

Xing Ze paused in his footsteps and said without changing his face, "I can't push it alone."

Wen Qing: "..."

He looked at Xing Ze silently, and Xing Ze also looked at him.

After a stalemate for a while, Wen Qing stretched out his right hand and put it on the armrest: "Is this okay?"

Xing Zai: "It's too far."

Wen Qing had no choice but to move a step closer to Xing Zhe.

Xing Ze was reluctantly satisfied and continued to move forward.

There are two floors in Wal-Mart, Xing Ze has gone through every shelf, not even the ones reserved for women.

Looking at the whole wall of sanitary napkins, Wen Qing looked numb: "Are you going to buy this?"

"Don't buy it," Xing Ze continued to walk forward, his pace a little faster, "Maybe the next time you come, this shelf will be replaced with something else."

Wen was slightly startled.

Xing Ze said calmly: "Next time you come here, the person you will think of will be me."

Wen Qing paused, lowered her eyes and said, "I won't forget you."

Xing Ze chuckled softly: "Then I can rest assured."

He pushed the car and strode to the cashier in front.

During the queue, Wen Qing felt a burning gaze on the right side.

He tilted his head and saw an acquaintance in the team next door.

The short-haired girl, with a delicate appearance, was the girl met last night in the University City Park who asked Oz for his contact information.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped.

When the short-haired girl saw him, she twitched the corner of her mouth, and then her eyes fell on Xing Ze next to Wen Qing.

She followed Xing Ze's line of sight, her cheeks flushed, a little embarrassed.

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Xing Ze, only to see Xing Ze looking at the shelf next to the cashier.

A variety of flavors, various types of contraceptive | condoms | condoms.

Xing Zhe looked serious and seemed to be considering which one to buy.

Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she quickly tugged at Xing Ze's sleeve, wanting him to restrain himself, don't look at it.

Xing Ze hummed, raised his hand and swept down the largest condom in the entire row.

Wen Qing: "..."

There was a loud falling sound, but there were still people around.

Wen Qing's cheeks turned redder.

Because bought a whole car of things, it took a lot of time for the cashier aunt to scan the code.

It wasn't until the heat on Wen Qing's face subsided that she hadn't finished scanning the code.

"that……"

A female voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Wen Qing turned back, it was the girl with short hair.

The short-haired girl looked at him and Xing Ze, and asked cautiously, "Classmate, is this your boyfriend too?"

Wen Qing: "...No."

Xing Ze raised his eyebrows, caught the keyword "also", and said without changing his face, "I am his husband."

Wen Qing: "..."

He reluctantly said to Xing Ze, "Don't talk nonsense and make people misunderstand."

Xing Ze responded and continued to say to the short-haired girl, "Then I'm his wife."

Wen Qing: "..."

The eyes of the short-haired girl are getting brighter and brighter, and her expression is getting more and more excited.

She looked straight at Wen Qing and asked tentatively, "Classmate, ah no, teacher, can we add a WeChat?"

"I-I want to learn!"

Wen Qing: "..."

No wonder he suddenly called him teacher.

After a moment of silence, he said dryly to the short-haired girl, "You misunderstood, they are all my friends."

"Well... those words are all joking."

The short-haired girl obviously didn't listen to him, looked at him eagerly, and asked, "Can't you really add WeChat?"

Wen Qing nodded: "I'm sorry."

"Okay," the short-haired girl said to him with a disappointed face, "I am a sophomore majoring in digital media technology at Nancheng University, my name is Li Fang."

With the surname Li, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, thinking of Li Ran and Li Jingjing.

He sighed and said to the short-haired girl, "Goodbye."

Li Fang straightened his expression and said solemnly, "I saw you several times in the dormitory area of ​​Nancheng University."

"Teacher, I will definitely ask for your contact information next time."

Wen Qing: "..."

Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and said to Li Fang, "Classmate, I'm still here."

Li Ran nodded at him, and called out very politely, "Goodbye, Mistress."

After speaking, she walked out of the supermarket with a bag of snacks.

Xing Ze looked at Wen Qing and said lightly, "This little girl is quite polite."

Wen Qing: "...Because you called your mistress?"

Xing Zhe nodded calmly: "Yes."

Wen Qing was silent.

The cashier aunt of the supermarket finished sweeping the last contraceptive | condom | condom, put it in a plastic bag, and asked Xing Ze with a smile, "Is that all you need?"

"Do you want that?" She raised her finger and pointed to the shelf in front of the cashier next door.

Wen Qing raised his eyes and looked over, all of them were lubricating agents.

"..."

Xing Zhe: "I want it."

"A bottle of every flavor."