Is there anything more outrageous in this world than a player you met in the God's Domain game appearing in your real life?

The answer is that the other party appears right at your doorstep.

It was really rude to pretend not to hear and just turn around and walk away. Shi Yu listened to the idol's title and didn't say anything for a long time.

Ji Congyang remembered something and changed his words to ask tentatively: "Shi Yu?"

He said softly, "Yeah."

Ji Congyang: “!”

Countless words came to his lips in an instant, but when he got to the end he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there like a fool.

Do you want to rush over and give me a hug?

Unfortunately, on the one hand, I feel too distant to treat my idol and don't have the courage to do so. On the other hand, my current appearance with so many takeaway bags hanging on my body makes it unsuitable to get close to him.

…takeaway bag.

Ji Congyang finally remembered the important matter he had forgotten, and found a reason to avoid it. He hurriedly said with a takeaway outfit on his body, "I still have some orders to complete. I'm going to deliver the food first, idol!"

After saying this, he didn't even wait for the other party to answer and jumped into the elevator.

From the time he left to the time he delivered the last order of takeout, Ji Congyang was so excited that he didn't know where to put his phone. He never put it down and kept poking at his friends.

"Old Joe! Guess who I met while delivering food today!"

"I! Idol! Ah! Ahhhhhh I knew he was still alive!!"

"Can you imagine? I was just delivering food for someone and I passed by my idol's house! I even happened to run into him on his way home!"

"When the police told me that my idol saved my life from that fake driver, I swore that I should only admire him from afar and not touch him. But now fate has allowed me to enter his house and know his address! Has my good luck exploded recently? Or is God hinting at something?"

"Ahhhh, I just ran away without even asking for the phone number. How embarrassing! What should I do now, Old Joe? If I go back to find him, will he think I'm a pervert who stalked him? Will it be better if I forget about it and pretend I didn't see him? But I can't bear to break up like this..."

Ever since Ji Congyang saw Shi Yu outside the elevator of Lanwan Community, he felt as if he had returned to the time when the system informed him that the game was over and he heard the first name being read out. He was like a drug-induced idiot who was so excited that he almost jumped up to the sky.

Qiao Yan saw the words "He's still alive" on the other side of the screen, and breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound. He typed in his usual concise and to-the-point way: "Want to see him?"

Ji Congyang sent a nodding emoticon, and half a second later, he quickly added a shaking head emoticon.

Qiao Yan: "...Do you want to or not?"

"If I can really meet him, I will definitely take the opportunity to meet him." After Ji Congyang sent the message here, he began to pull his hair: "But he was plotted against by that stutterer named Chang two days ago. Will he think that we are also the stutterer's accomplices? Will he be angry with us?"

“…”

Qiao Yan didn't know whether to be surprised that this idiot with a single-minded mind could actually think of this, or to complain about his resentful look.

Ji Congyang's hair has been nearly bald these past two days. "But I really don't know that stutterer, nor do I know that Chi Feng, let alone the call for action. Just because you said the forum was too messy, I went there and was deceived even through the screen. I usually don't read these messy posts at all. I'm obviously very self-disciplined!!"

“…”

Is it worth promoting that people should simply quit surfing the Internet just because it is easy to be deceived?

The words Ji Congyang typed couldn't contain his sadness: "What should I do if my idol hates me?!"

“…”

Qiao Yan turned off his phone expressionlessly, turned the pen around in his hand, paused slightly, and lowered his head to write.

※

Shi Yu returned to his room, curled himself up in the quilt, and slept from morning till evening, only to get up from the bed with his hair messed up by sleep.

After arriving in the living room, he pulled down the phone that was charging on the cabinet. Just as he was about to order takeout, the outfit of the person he saw in the morning suddenly emerged in his mind.

Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds, skipped the yellow warning light LOGO, and clicked on the blue neon light APP.

While waiting, he changed into clothes suitable for going out and walked into the elevator.

In June, the weather in the south is getting hotter and hotter. In the evening, many residents gathered in the shade downstairs of the community to enjoy the cool air. I don’t know who set up a mahjong table in the pavilion of the corridor, and seven or eight people sat around the table listening to the crackling of small blocks.

In the interval between shuffling the cards, someone asked, "Have you heard about what happened in Old Chen's family?"

"Which Lao Chen?"

"It's the one on the thirteenth floor of this building. The one who runs a big company."

"You mean Boss Chen? What happened to him?"

"He goes on business trips quite often. He finally came back two days ago, but he was sent to the hospital that night."

"Ah? Hospital? What happened?"

"I just don't know. The family next door was woken up by their noise in the middle of the night and went out to ask what happened. They just said that they fainted suddenly. The whole family went to the hospital. Later, Lao Chen's wife came back to cook, but after cooking, she took him out again. I guess Lao Chen was hospitalized for some disease, and his wife was bringing him food."

"If you need to be hospitalized, it's probably not a minor illness?"

"Not only that, Lao Zhang, who lives next door to Lao Chen, saw Lao Chen's wife delivering food. As soon as he asked a question, his eyes turned red. He just said nothing and kept the news a secret."

"Why won't you tell me that?"

"That's the problem. Being sick is not something to be ashamed of. If you tell them, everyone will help you because they live nearby and know each other. Why should you hide it? Unless they can't tell them."

“…”

Just as the mahjong tiles were being shuffled, the person who first started the conversation rolled the dice: "Eleven, draw a card."

After leaving the community and turning a corner, there is still that bush.

"Meow."

Five or six cats came out from the grass, chasing their tails and circling around him.

Shi Yu doesn’t feed the cats often on weekdays. After all, if she feeds the cats too often, the animals will become dependent on her. The last time she brought cat food was at the beginning of last month.

…and then was hit into the divine realm by the car that ran off the road.

He suppressed the memory, tore open the bag, poured out the cat food bit by bit, watched the cats share the food, and finally said to the smallest white cat, "Do you want to get sterilized?"

The cat was satisfied one second and heard this sentence the next: "..."

Shi Yu looked at it and folded the empty package in half: "Forget it, I just ate and it's not suitable for surgery."

When the cat heard this, its drooping fur stood up, and its ears moved. It seriously considered whether it should try hard to give itself a few extra meals in the future, such as catching a few more mice or something.

At this time, the phone rang. The person on the other end was probably riding a bicycle. The wind was very loud. In order to be clear, he tried to raise his voice: "Hi dear, your takeaway is almost at the entrance of the community. Should I bring it to you or do you come down to get it?"

Shi Yu threw the packaging bag into the trash can: "I'm at the entrance of the community."

The other party said, "Hey," and the ending tone floated a few degrees: "I'll be there soon."

Five minutes later.

As Shi Yu walked to the guard post, he heard the sound of the electric scooter braking behind him.

Someone shouted into the wind: "Uncle Zhao——!!"

Shi Yu paused.

This sound...

The security guard on duty at the moment poked his head out of the small window, his face beaming with joy: "Xiao Ji, why are you here this morning and again this evening? Um, you didn't seem to be wearing this outfit this morning?"

"I was helping my friend with sales this morning, but now I'm working for my boss." Ji Congyang changed into a neon blue takeout uniform and grabbed a bag from the box. "We're very busy here."

After hanging his body full of takeout bags again, he jumped from the electric scooter to the gate of the community like a wooden stake with flags hanging on it swaying in the wind, and finally noticed the person who was standing at the pedestrian entrance.

"……Idol?"

Shi Yu walked in and made way for him.

Ji Congyang walked in awkwardly and was wondering whether to say "What a coincidence" when the other party suddenly reported a string of numbers.

Shi Yu: "Is that your last digit?"

Ji Congyang was stunned for a second, and quickly said: "It's me, it's me!"

Then he reacted: "How did you know?"

Shi Yu glanced at the takeaway bag on him.

Ji Congyang also looked over, confused for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "Did you order takeout?"

Shi Yu nodded.

It has been more than a month since he entered the Divine Realm. Not to mention the audience and fans who are unknown to him, just looking at the number of players, there are more than 300 people who meet the standards and are invited to participate in group games every month. Even if the total number of people in the Lower Nine Heavens is really tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, they are scattered all over the world, and are only the population of a city. It is normal for him to never meet a colleague in his lifetime.

The last time Shi Yu met Ji Congyang was outside Zhaoyang Cemetery. They took the same taxi because of the heavy rain, and their destinations were completely different. It could also be explained as a coincidence that they lived in the same city.

As for takeout?

Shi Yu has lived in Lanwan Community for more than half a year. He is an idiot who can't even make a fire by himself. He has ordered at least a hundred takeouts on the little yellow light icon APP, but Ji Congyang is never one of the deliverymen he has seen.

Listen again to what the other person just said.

Helping a friend to improve his performance means that the other party is not employed by the Xiaohuangdeng food delivery platform, but just happened to do some extra work today. This can indeed explain why he had never seen the other party for most of the previous six months.

But on this day, I helped someone earn extra money, but I still ran into him.

Shi Yu thought about it for a long time, and finally could only attribute this incident to the influence of metaphysics.

Ji Congyang picked out the only bag with his last name printed on it from a pile of takeouts, resisted the urge to strike up a conversation, and tried to walk in a straight line.

Shi Yu followed him and quietly arrived at the downstairs of the apartment building. He heard the other party say, "The stutterer."

Ji Congyang considered his words carefully: "Maybe he died in that game. He looked like he was melted by a bubble. Old Joe later analyzed it for me and thought that it might be because the direction he entered the center of the circle was perpendicular to the correct direction."

Shi Yu reacted for a moment before he remembered that "Stutter" referred to Chang Jue, and nodded: "Yeah."

Ji Congyang was holding a takeaway: "Idol, do you feel better after hearing this?"

The plastic bag in Shi Yu's hand rustled in the wind: "Why do you say that?"

"Because he wanted to kill you." Ji Congyang muttered, "But if he wants to leave, doesn't he have to go to the opposite direction to enter the center of the circle? Later, I had a fight with Lao Qiao and him, but he disappeared halfway through the fight, without even a body left. I suspected that he had used some props to escape, but I didn't hear the system report his name until the end... Although we didn't beat him away, his death is still a, uh, stepping stone for us? So, can you please stop being angry?"

Shi Yu's magnetic card opened the door, and just in time she heard that magical metaphor: "I'm not angry."

Ji Congyang didn't expect to get the answer he wanted so easily, and he was a little bit unbelievable: "Really?"

Shi Yu let go of his hand: "Yeah."

Ji Congyang quickly held the door: "But he almost killed you before!"

Shi Yu pressed the elevator button: "He didn't succeed either."

Ji Congyang caught up with him: "But we couldn't stop him at that time!!"

Shi Yu said: "It has nothing to do with you."

"But Old Joe also accepted that reward before!!!"

“…”

Ji Congyang realized what he had said and wanted to smash himself to death with the takeout bag: "Idol, listen to my explanation!!"

Shi Yu looked at him: "Do you really want me to be angry?"

Ji Congyang was stunned and said, "Ah": "Hope? There is no hope. I just feel... I feel that you..."

"Do you think I should hate you for being the target of a bounty for no reason? Do you think I should be humiliated for being backstabbed by someone close to me? Or should I feel very resentful that someone is plotting to murder me at any time and anywhere without knowing anything?"

The elevator made a "ding" sound, indicating that it had arrived.

Shi Yu walked into the elevator and turned around: "But why do you think I care about this?"

Ji Congyang stood there in a daze, not moving.

Shi Yu looked at him and said calmly, "It's not necessary."

※

The elevator stopped midway.

The woman standing outside the door had her hair tied up, dark circles under her eyes, and her face and eyes were full of haggardness.

She held a handbag in her arms and took a subconscious look, staring at the person inside for half a second, then quickly looked away.

The metal door quickly closed.

"bite--"

The elevator reached the top floor.

Shi Yu stood at the door of his house, looked back at the elevator which had already closed its door and was heading down, and suddenly remembered the number on the display when the elevator stopped halfway.

Thirteenth floor.