Lin Ye left the spectator seats and found that Song Xiao and the others had long since disappeared.

Ye Siming was leaning against the railing alone, biting a cigarette, looking towards the center of the arena with his face sideways.Bewitching mystery.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ye Siming turned his head, raised his eyes and looked at him, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Are you done talking?"

It was a light sentence, but it somewhat embarrassed Lin Ye.

Just now he talked to Feng Huai for so long, and the voice was so loud, don't know if Ye Siming heard it.

Seeming to know what he was thinking, without waiting for Lin Ye to answer, Ye Siming threw out the cigarette butt, and smiled slightly: "I didn't eavesdrop on you."

"cough."

Lin Ye bent his fingers slightly, touched the tip of his nose, and changed the subject.

"Why are you here alone?"

"The others will leave first if they can't find you. I'll stay and wait for you." Ye Siming half-closed his eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened.haven't left yet."

Lin Ye ignored the ambiguity in his words, and turned his eyes to the back of him: "They went back?"

"Maybe," Ye Siming shrugged, "It's also possible that he went to another place. This training base is very big."

There were heavy and orderly footsteps not far away.

Ye Siming glanced in the direction behind him, but quickly withdrew his gaze and returned to Lin Ye's face.

"You were with Feng Huai just now?"

"We discussed it..."

Lin Ye was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"You can't fool me with poor excuses," Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, "If you don't want to see Feng Huai so much, why don't you ask me for help?"

"I don't need it." Even if Lin Ye didn't want to see Feng Huai again, he wouldn't ask Ye Siming for help on this matter.

He could almost think of Ye Siming's clumsy means.

For example, pretending to be a couple with him, or deliberately doing some ambiguous things to make Feng Huai misunderstand...

"As long as the method is useful, it doesn't matter whether it is vulgar or not."

Unfortunately, Ye Siming completely guessed what he was thinking.

"For example, if you don't want to see Feng Huai now, then it's best to follow me."

Lin Ye really didn't want to meet Feng Huai face to face at this moment.

However……

The warm touch covered his palm, and his thoughts were interrupted.

Ye Siming took his hand involuntarily, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the rooftop, and had an intriguing smile on his lips: "If you avoid it temporarily, nothing will happen. What are you afraid of?"

This sentence was like a reassurance, making Lin Ye's balance tilt in a certain direction.

For some reason, Lin Ye always had a special trust in Ye Siming.

It's just like……

It's the same as trusting someone you've never met.

Like a ghost, Lin Ye held Ye Siming's hand back.

As if feeling his response, the strength of holding his hand deepened a bit.

Ye Siming's steps were vigorous, and he was familiar with driving in the dark, leading him around the auditorium and up to the rooftop via a spiral staircase.

The roof is very spacious, with irregular edges, and is not surrounded by fences. Looking around, you can overlook the entire training base, and you can even see the dormitory building not far away.

Ye Siming climbed up first, and then pulled Lin Ye up with his palm.

Looking around, the entire rooftop was empty, and the two of them appeared here, like naughty students who had done something wrong and were punished to stand on the rooftop.

Ye Siming squatted on the ground, turned his head sideways and saw Lin Ye's furry head looking like a cute little hedgehog under the moonlight, and suddenly thought of joking.

"Lin Ye." He called.

"what?"

Ye Siming couldn't help laughing at the familiar tone.

The little hedgehog stood up his thorns.

Pretty good.

"Do you know why I can always guess your thoughts accurately?"

"Ok?"

"People with the same brain frequency are happier together."

"..." What kind of nonsense is this?

"It's not unreasonable," Ye Siming smiled meaningfully, "This is the conclusion of professional research."

Lin Ye: "..."

It was really guessed by him.

There seems to be a special tacit understanding between them, and they collide in countless moments of thought.Just like this moment, Ye Siming could guess what he was thinking.

"Is it your research?" Lin Ye glanced at him, trying to expose him.

"That's what you say," Ye Siming smiled, "but it's the truth, isn't it?"

"Who knows if it's a coincidence?"

"Fate is made up of countless coincidences."

"..." It sounds quite reasonable.

Ye Siming stood up holding the ground, patted the ashes casually, walked to the edge of the roof, and looked at the training ground shrunk into a shadow.

"Using the structure of the new generation of starships as the design concept, the main ship is surrounded by the spectator seats, the location of the open-air training cabin corresponds to each cabin, the teaching building corresponds to the location of the pulse engine, and the location of the gangway... Do you thinkvery familiar?"

"The structure...is too fine." Lin Ye has never seen a training ground so designed to fit the structure of a starship. There are too many details in it, which cannot but arouse Lin Ye's suspicion.

Ye Siming half-closed his eyes, and said word by word: "This modified training base is a complete starship blueprint."

These words made Lin Ye's heart sink suddenly.

Starship drawings?

If the purpose of the designer is to pass on a complete design drawing to certain forces through the continuous transformation of the training base...

No.

This idea was rejected by Lin Ye in an instant.

This is ridiculous.

It takes so much time to plan such a training base, it is far more troublesome than sending a blueprint directly.This is not in line with the thinking of normal people at all.

Lin Ye was thoughtful, staring at the training base surrounded by the thick night, and said after a while: "The battlefield of Mysterious God Realm also has a similar design."

Ye Siming was slightly stunned, a cold look flashed across his eyes, and after a long while he smiled lightly and said, "Oh?"

"There are more than 30 randomly generated spectator seats in the Mystery of the Gods. I have an impression of this venue."

The generation program of the spectator seats was jointly written by the Interstellar Hacking Alliance. It collected the venue structures of the spectator seats from many countries including the Empire, and used AI technology to automatically generate the spectator venues.At first, it was just for fun, so no one would deliberately remember every game venue.

The Interstellar Hacking Union was established three years ago.At that time, Lin Ye was only sixteen years old, and he was still studying social etiquette and basic combat at Emperor Star's Noble Academy. At that time, they had a course called "Star Network Security".Outside of hacker exchanges.

Lin Ye and Ming also met in that situation.

At that time, Lin Ye and Baimao had a disagreement on the technology of shielding signal search. The two disliked each other, so they made a bet. Ming and Shuoyue were watching the show, and finally they joined their camp respectively. The result was natural.He and Ming narrowly won.

Back and forth, he and Ming became comrades-in-arms, and the prototype of the Interstellar Hacking Alliance gradually took shape.

Among them, the top ten people with the best technology jointly created the Mysterious God Realm, a live broadcast platform that deviates from the rules of the Star Network, and then built a battlefield to expand the platform's functions step by step...

Since Ye Siming considers himself a fan of Ming, even if he doesn't remember the exact appearance of the spectator seats, he should still have some impressions.

Ye Siming rubbed his chin: "After you mentioned it, I am really impressed. But the venue generated by the system is very random, isn't it? Your lack of impression is enough to explain the problem."

"What's more," he said sternly, "The system-generated venues of the Mysterious God's Domain are all based on the real venues. Even if there are similarities, it is a very normal thing."

What Ye Siming said made sense.

Even if there is such a similarity, what can it explain?This discovery is completely useless information for them at present.

No matter how you look at it, it only seems that Lin Ye is suspicious.

There are too many doubts about this matter, and even Lin Ye couldn't make a conclusion at will, so he finally put this idea aside for the time being.

He turned his head to look at Ye Siming.

Under the night, Ye Siming's side face was clearly outlined, and under his black and white eyes, there was a gaze that was colder than the moonlight. His temperament was gentle but slightly sexy and provocative, and his sharpness could not be ignored.

I have to admit that Ye Siming has a very special charm, the innate elegance and nobility are combined with the laziness and casualness in his bones, just like the waves crashing against the rocks, the tenderness and hardness are entangled to death, making people feel at ease anytime, anywhere.Can experience excitement and mystery from him.

"You really understand the mystery of God's Domain." Lin Ye raised his eyebrows.

"As the number one in the engineering department and a senior member of Mysterious Gods, am I so ignorant in your eyes?" Ye Siming laughed, his reaction was far calmer than he imagined.

"Really?" Lin Ye chuckled, "What's your ID?"

"Why, do you want to be friends with me?" Ye Siming glanced at him nonchalantly, "My sweetheart will be jealous."

"……hehe."

Sweetheart?

He can really speak.

A person with a sweetheart will ask a Beta to attend a lecture alone?Will hold a Beta's hand and go to the rooftop to chat?

"I thought we knew each other very well," Lin Ye deliberately teased him, "Why, is it difficult for Senior Ye to add a friend?"

"It's not impossible," Ye Siming took out the terminal slowly, "I just have to ask my family first."

"……"you are vicious!

So Lin Ye just watched Ye Siming turn on the terminal, and operated his fingers on the screen for a while. After a few minutes, he heard Ye Siming say.

"Well, he agreed."

"Ok?"

Ye Siming's finger hovered on the screen without raising his head: "Report your account to me, and I will add you."

"..."

Taking the initiative to report the account number to Ye Siming is equivalent to exposing his gray identity first.

Fortunately, Lin Ye was well prepared and reported a series of account numbers without changing his face.

"ly1220." December 20 is his birthday.

The next second, he received a friend request from Ye Siming.

Account name: ming1105.

It's like a couple's name, you don't need to think about it to know what the string of numbers behind it is.

"Okay," Ye Siming put away the terminal, his eyes curved into a charming arc, "now we can chat in the Mysterious God Realm."

Perhaps it was because the two had been away for too long, there was a faint voice coming from under the roof, as if they were calling for someone.

Lin Ye turned his head to look at the stairs they came up from, but a warm breath brushed against his ears.

Ye Siming pressed his fingers to the back of his head, leaned close to his ear, and slowly rubbed his warm lips over the pinnae of his ear, like a long and pious kiss.

"Wait for me tonight," he said.

The voice was accompanied by a faint smile, like a breeze brushing against the atrium.

"Don't forget, baby."