Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Big Brother, I love you forever! ...
An You seemed to be slow to react. "There's no exit button. How am I supposed to quit the game? Do I have to keep playing, eating, and sleeping in the game? Absolutely not! I'll die!"
An You: [System, I want to quit the game.]
System response: [Sorry, the system does not support this function at the moment.]
An You: [Then I want to check Scotland's character attributes.]
System: [Sorry, the system does not support this function at the moment.]
Anyou started looking again, [Where is the customer service complaint center?]
System: [Sorry, the system does not support this function at the moment.]
Sadly, this key has also disappeared.
An You clenched his fist: [So what other functions do you support? ]
System: [Currently, only the chat function is open.]
An You: [It's over. This time I've really had a heart attack from playing games and no one knows about it. Ugh.]
System: [It's okay, Master Host! Although the exit button has disappeared, our core gameplay remains! Those foolish men will still fall head over heels in love with you.]
An You: [Who worries about this? ]
Seeing that there was really no other way, An You could only calm down and wait for the day when the system would get better. However, when he thought about the help message he received and knew that the system had been flooded, he also realized that the system had become unreliable.
Rather than going through the help system, it's better to seek help directly from Scotland.
But Scotland said that the one on the back of his shoulder wasn't a wound, just some scratches. Then he began to wonder if he was really not very careful when he slept at night, and that he had rubbed against the wall and had his skin scratched by the friction of the wall?
Seeing him still twisting his face to study the back of his neck, the system began to speak again: "I understand. Through my deduction, I've discovered that it wasn't a zombie that bit him, but Scotland. Because you just asked for Scotland's help, I noticed that Scotland's expression was a little off, like guilt, regret, and a bit embarrassed. These are definitely the signs of a perpetrator."
An You clearly didn't believe it: [That's a good deduction, but maybe we should just stop deducing for now.]
System: [Really? You have to trust my judgment. Besides, he denied your story in a matter of seconds, confirming it was due to other reasons. His face clearly showed the embarrassment of being caught committing a crime. I can guarantee this person has inappropriate intentions towards you.]
This is the second time. Before, it was Zhu Xingda who warned him, and now it is the system that warns him. It is hard not to take it seriously. Could it be true?
Forget it, don’t think too much, thinking too much will only make things complicated.
An You: [Save your reasoning energy and help me figure out how to quit the game first.]
System: [Why should a flower grower bother a small system?]
An You: [So this is a dilemma! Okay.]
An You, who was reminded by the system's words, decided to turn a blind eye when he went to bed at night. He wanted to verify the system's words and Zhu Xingdai's reasoning. Perhaps Scotland was just wronged.
After taking a shower, An You got into bed first. He heard some noises coming from the living room. Scotland must be cleaning the kitchen. Then he heard footsteps again. It looked like Scotland was looking for him. "An You, I just washed some fruit. Do you want to eat some fruit?"
An You replied from under the covers, "I don't really feel like eating. I'm already asleep."
Scotland passed by the bedroom, and saw a slender figure standing in the light, holding a fruit plate in his hands. "Are you going to bed so early?"
An You: "Well, I feel a little sleepy today. Scotland, do you still want to rest with me?"
Scotland paused as he was about to leave. "The rainy season is over, and the quilt is dry. I'll just move back to my room."
An You: "Okay."
An You watched Scotland leave and walk into the next room. She felt no emotion in her heart. She simply felt that keeping her distance was a good thing, so she could return to her own free and unfettered space.
But Scotland returned to his room, and it seemed that his plan of exploration was going to fail.
An You was thinking about things in his mind, about the system failure, and how he had actually been trapped in another world for a long time. His sleep was not very stable, and he had to stay up until the late night.
In the quiet night, the door creaked.
The light sleep in my mind was suddenly awakened by the sound of unlocking a door.
Someone came in, and An You suddenly became more sober. It was an instinctive reaction to the crisis. He curled up in the quilt and didn't even dare to jump out.
An You’s first thought was that he had no idea who the person outside was and that a thief had broken into the house.
Someone grabbed her shoulders, and An You's heart was in her throat.
A familiar sigh sounded in my ears, "Sleeping alone is a bit unusual."
An You's ears pricked up instantly. It was the familiar Scotland. As the voice sounded, he also smelled a familiar scent. Now he could accurately determine the location of Scotland by the fragrance.
Very close.
Knowing that the person next to him is him, there is also relaxation.
But at this time, Scotland came to his bedroom for what?
Did I wash the fruit in the middle of the night again and insist on asking him to eat it? Is the fruit about to expire? Why have I been thinking about letting him eat it recently?
Just as she was thinking, the person behind her moved, and An You felt someone hugging her.
When being hugged, An You was still thinking that Scotland was really timid. He was so old but still afraid of the dark when sleeping alone, and he had to crawl into the same bed with her.
Then a wet kiss landed on her cheek. An You's brain froze.
Um, ah, is this right? Is this really right, Scotland is kissing him?
This man, whom he considered to be his best brother, kissed him without any hesitation. What kind-hearted person would kiss his neighbor in the middle of the night?
When footsteps sounded, An You suddenly opened her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, panting, "Hey, is this true?"
System: [My reasoning was correct. This is what love is.]
An You: [It's raining cats and dogs! I've just barely come to terms with the fact that I can't go back for the time being, and now another piece of bad news pops up. My best friend actually has a crush on me. Wait, how long has this crush been going on? It turns out Zhu Xingdai wasn't lying to me, it's just me who can't hear it.]
System: [Look at it from a positive perspective. Being liked isn't necessarily a bad thing.]
I was thinking about something and unexpectedly didn't sleep well.
The next day, he appeared in the living room with thick dark circles under his eyes.
Scotland noticed it almost immediately, "What happened to your eyes last night? Didn't you sleep well?"
It’s all because of you.
An You nodded tiredly, "Yeah."
"By the way, Scotland, I won't be learning sniping today. I want to rest for a while."
Scotland patted his head, "Okay, let's go take a nap after breakfast."
After watching Scotland leave, An You also took action.
He took his cell phone and quietly left the safe house in Scotland.
Walking on the crowded streets, he actually didn't know where he was going. He didn't have his own villa or residence, so he moved into his home in Scotland as soon as he arrived in Tokyo.
Only the convenience store on the street can take him in.
System: [How about we go back and pretend nothing happened? Scotland doesn't seem to blame you.]
An You was feeling very depressed and scratched her hair: [I can't pretend anymore, I already understand, I can't get over the hurdle in my heart. ]
An You walked for a while and felt very tired, so she simply found a step to sit down and rest for a while.
Finally, I felt a little tired, took out my cell phone, and called an unfamiliar account.
The call didn’t go through the first time.
An You continued to harass her relentlessly and finally the call was connected.
A cold voice came from the microphone, "What?"
An You: "Brother, come and pick me up. I'm out here alone, starving."
"..." The other party was silent for a while, "Where is it?"
"On the side of the road."
"Be specific."
"Next to the convenience store."
There was a long pause of breathless silence on the other end of the line before a voice came through, "...Send me the location."
So An You finally found the eldest brother. He was sitting at the door of a convenience store. A black car stopped in front of him. Without waiting for anyone to stick his head out, An You climbed into the back seat like a familiar person.
Naturally, Vodka was driving again. He looked back through his black sunglasses and said, "So you're here to pick up the young master. No wonder Big Brother was in such a hurry to change the destination."
Gin glanced at him indifferently. Vodka shut up.
But after a while, Vodka noticed something unusual about An You in the rearview mirror again, "Hey, Master, why are your eyes so dark?"
An You: "I just didn't sleep well."
Vodka: "Then you can have a good sleep in my car. I drive very steadily."
An You: "Okay."
I didn't ask them where they were originally planning to go. I decided to go to bed first.
An You lay on the back seat and caught up on her sleep as the car swayed.
The car stopped near a warehouse. An You was sleeping soundly and didn't notice that there was a black Chevrolet parked in a parking lot.
The three people in the car, Scotland, Moroboshi Dai, and Bourbon, were too lazy to pay attention to each other. They all looked like "Stranger, keep away, acquaintances, get out."
Moroboshi steered the wheel. "It's rare for Gin to be late. I thought he would be the first to arrive."
Scotland: "Maybe something delayed him."
Bourbon crossed his arms and didn't say anything the whole time. He seemed uninterested in their topic and didn't want to understand.
A luxurious Porsche came into view. The three of them fell silent and waited, then saw the darkened windows of the car lower.
A cold face appeared in the window. The cold face had long snow-white hair. He glanced at several people and said in a deliberately low voice, "Kil hasn't come yet?"
Zhu Xingda replied: "Her motorcycle had some problems, so she will probably be a little late."
Gin sneered.
Gin didn't give any orders, so the group remained silent. Only Scotland looked over and saw someone lying in the back seat of the black car. His face was unclear, which was unusual. Gin's car rarely had a third person in it, or rather, only a handful of people dared to ride in it. Could it be Vermouth?
An You sensed the stalled traffic and slowly woke up from her slumber. With tired eyes open, she mumbled and asked the person in front of her, "Where are we?"
Gin didn't even turn around: "Sleeping has nothing to do with you."
An You lay back down: "Oh."
Scotland in the Chevrolet heard a familiar voice and immediately looked up. The person who asked the question just now sounded like An You.
But the voice soon disappeared, and the window of Gin's front car was closed tightly, blocking Scotland's view of him trying to peek.
A motorcycle came in the distance, and Gin said, "Let's go."
The winery staff gathered to report on the progress of some tasks. Scotland listened absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the back seat of the black Porsche, and he was still very concerned.
Although An You should be resting at home at this time, the voice just now was really similar. In addition, he had not been able to contact An You since he started.
He seemed to have disappeared.
After the meeting, Gin's car took off first. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the window of the rear car was lowered a little. Although the space was not large, it was enough for the people in the Chevrolet to see clearly that there was a person hiding there.
Scotland recognized the short black hair and simple white shirt at a glance. That was what An You wore in the morning. He was too familiar with her.
He turned around and called Anyou, but the phone rang from Gin's car, and then the noisy ringtone was cut off.
The first thought that came to my mind was that Anyou was going to be taken away by Gin.
Bourbon keenly noticed something unusual and asked, "What's going on? Did someone familiar show up?"
Scotland: "Anyou is in Gin's car."
After these words were spoken, Bourbon fell silent. At this moment, should they meddle in other people's business? Logically speaking, they should not interfere with An You's actions, but they couldn't help but follow the car with their eyes.
…
Since getting in the eldest brother's car, An You arrived at the villa area in a daze, and temporarily stayed in the villa.
Gin's safe house also fits his style, with an extremely luxurious and enjoyable style.
An You touched his phone, and he didn't know how to respond except for the messages in the phone.
Scotland sent a message, [Did Gin take you away? He threatened you.]
An You: [No, I was the one who contacted Big Brother. I just wanted to go to his place. I probably won't be going back for a while.]
He knew without a doubt how sad Scotland would be. As for Scotland's loss, he didn't know how to deal with it for the time being.
But he is really not gay, and he doesn't want to get involved with men.
Gin saw his expression the moment he entered the room and couldn't help but snort, "You're such a loser, putting yourself in such a difficult position just for Scotland."
An You looked up and said, "Ah, is it that obvious?"
Gin turned around and looked at him. "How long have you been staring at your phone, worried about it? Are you here because of the conflict with Scotland?"
An You: "It's like this, I can't go back to Scotland anymore, please adopt me, big brother!"
An You pounced and hugged Gin's thighs. She was already familiar with the routine and even knew exactly how to land gracefully on the ground.
Seeing that he didn't express his opinion, it meant he agreed. An You felt like she had found a sucker who was offering her free food and drinks. She was secretly ecstatic.
Gin stared down at the fine hairs on top of his head, thinking expressionlessly, this guy was showing weakness and begging for mercy, but actually he wanted something else. He was already familiar with this guy's routine.
Gin grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up, "Get up, and stop throwing yourself on the ground begging for help."
The young man's body does not have much weight and is easy to pick up, as light as down.
An You was confused: "Then where should we jump to?"
Gin was impressed by his train of thought, "It's not needed anywhere."
It's rare for Gin to work from home, and Anyou is there too.
When you have nothing to do, try to bother others and please yourself.
Aim at the only two people who can still breathe.
An You walked behind Gin, looked at him for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him. He seemed to have found a way to make money.
You are short of money recently, but sometimes your source of wealth lies in acquaintances.
"Brother, you have white hair. When my uncle had white hair before, he would give me pocket money and ask me to help pull out the white hair."
"How about I pull out your gray hair and you give me 10,000 yen for each one?"
Gin was silent: "..."
Although he didn't say anything, the look in his eyes was so cold that An You shivered.
"Or maybe you need another service, like a shoulder and back massage. I'm also good at Thai massage."
Gin glanced at him and asked, "Are you free?"
An You: "I'm very free, please give me a chance to earn some pocket money, Master Gin, please love me."
Gin glanced at him and asked, "How much do you want?"
An You tentatively said a number, "Five million?"
Gin threw him a card and said, "There's 50 million in it, spend it first."
An You was shocked: "Fifty million!"
"Wait, it seems like there's less to say. Can you give me a chance to speak again?"
The eldest brother stopped talking.
But my brother is really generous.
He really gives money when he has it, even though he has a bad mouth.
Sometimes his aura is two meters and eighty, and he can freeze people into popsicles before he even says a word.
But so what, this is his God of Wealth.
An You smiled happily, "Brother, you are my God. I will love you forever, Bobo."
Before he could rush over and express his passion, a large hand grasped his face, preventing him from getting closer.
The boy's cheeks were pouting from being pinched. His skin was so tender and smooth, full of collagen, that it was easily pinched. Confused eyes stared at him, and a broken question squeezed out from his light-colored lips: "What?"
Before Anyou could react, she was grabbed by the face and pulled over to sit on the sofa next to Gin.
"Love me forever?"
An You didn't understand his thoughts. Normally, if she had said such cheesy things, she would have been kicked out or ignored by Big Brother Gin. But what happened today? Did the sun rise from the west?!
But he still nodded obediently: "Yeah. Love love."
Who doesn’t love the God of Wealth?
Gin sneered: "You love me but you still want me to sacrifice myself for you and help you betray the organization?"
An You: "Hmm? Such a familiar statement. This statement is really well said, a bit like the wisdom of an ancient person."
"Gin, do you know that this is actually what an outstanding thinker and philosopher in ancient times said? This great man is called Lao Tzu."
"That's right, I'm laying my cards on the table. No more pretense. That's what I said, hehehe. Did you hear me? I said it was my fault. It's my fault. What does it have to do with me, An You? Hehehe!"
I was halfway through laughing when I couldn't laugh anymore.
The big hand on his chin had not been released since it came to his face. Now it seemed as if it wanted to flatten and round him, pinching his cheeks even harder.
An You felt like her face was like a piece of dough being rubbed on behalf of her master.
"Ouch, it hurts! My cheeks are getting squashed!"
Hearing that he was in pain, the big hands that were torturing him rubbed even harder, and of course the eldest brother's face became even more evil and twisted.
"You're usually so arrogant, but it turns out you feel pain too?"
An You stared at Gin angrily, "This is karma, right? For a mere 50 million, you're reduced to a plaything. It's true that every gift from fate comes with a price!"
Gin said expressionlessly, "I'll give you another fifty million. From now on, whenever I want to pinch your face, you have to be there whenever I call."
"make a deal!"
Immersed in the ecstasy of being worth 100 million yuan, An You can be called the king of changing faces. He is extremely happy at this moment.
She even took the initiative to rub her face against him and said, "I'll give it to you, just don't be too hard. Oh, I know that big brother is under a lot of pressure and needs some special ways to relieve stress."
Gin patted his face and thought that it was not bad to spend some money and get a well-behaved little master.
"I haven't settled the score with you for what happened last time. This apology wasn't written by you, was it?"
Gin took out a piece of paper from somewhere. It was white paper with black ink. He recognized it at a glance. Except for the first line, which was written by him, the rest had nothing to do with him.
An You played dumb: "Hahaha, it happened so long ago, why don't you just not make a fuss about it."
Gin: "Not long ago, I still remember it."
An You waved in front of him, like a magician in a cartoon: "Go away, monsters and ghosts, Daddy's magic is working, forget, forget, forget everything."
Gin sneered, "Where does this magic come from?"
An You leaned forward and said, "The magic is on my face. It will work as soon as you touch it."
Gin touched the face under his palm again. The skin was very white, the soft tissue was abundant, and the facial features were quite delicate. It was a real baby face.
One palm could completely cover his mouth, tongue and nose, suffocating his breathing. He could be seen struggling in the palm of his hand, beating himself with red eyes.
But it was just imagination, he had no intention of actually doing it.
The magic may not work, but An You's face is quite effective on him.
Gin didn't continue to hold on to it.
An You leaned over to Gin and touched the fish for a while. After a moment of daze, he sat up from beside Gin and said, "Brother, I'm a little thirsty. Do you have a cup of water?"
Gin looked up; "The villa here isn't often occupied. Look in the kitchen, it should be there."
An You busied herself in the kitchen, boiled some hot water, and came back with a cup. The water in the cup was scalding hot and she couldn't drink it for the time being.
Gin looked at it and frowned, "Why did you boil water for yourself?"
An You: "Then where can we go to get some water?"
Gin: "Buy some water."
An You was surprised: "It doesn't have to be so devoid of worldly touch."
Gin: "Isn't it troublesome to boil water?"
An You: "It's okay, this isn't normal life."
Gin glanced at him and said, "Whatever you want."
An You took a walk around the villa area and realized that the villa was so clean that it was scary.
White walls, black floor tiles, and a uniformly cool decoration style.
There are very few personal belongings in the villa, and there are unused furniture everywhere. It feels like its main function is only decoration rather than practical.
It is completely opposite to the Scottish style. There is not a trace of worldly atmosphere, only the charm of cold luxury. However, there is also an advantage, that is, the space for Anyou activities is much larger, although the warmth is sacrificed.
An You walked around the villa and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I'm sleeping here tonight, but I haven't brought my pajamas yet."
Gin, "Buy it again."
An You came running over, "Pyjamas, pajamas, pajamas, pajamas."
Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the villa area. Vodka appeared at the door with a brand-name bag in his hand. "Oh, brother, here are the pajamas you asked me to buy. Brother, did you buy the wrong size? They feel a little small."
Anyou came out from behind Gin and smiled, "Hey, actually you bought it for me."
Vodka was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously, "Oh, I bought it for the young master."
Then he was shocked, "Brother, you two are living together now."
"Are you well enough to need help buying pajamas?"
Gin took the bag from his hand, looked at him coldly and said, "What's wrong? Do you have other opinions?"
Vodka shook his head frantically, "No, no."
Even if there was one, he wouldn't dare to speak out. One was his boss, and the other was a young master in the organization he worked for. He couldn't afford to offend either of them.
But the eldest brother actually lives with the young master. Is this an unspoken rule in the workplace?
Could it be that the young master has taken advantage of the eldest brother?
When Vodka thought of this terrible idea, he broke out in a cold sweat.
I didn't happen to accidentally walk into some scene and delay the young master's unspoken rule plan. Should I save my elder brother? If I save my elder brother, will my career be in jeopardy?
Forget it, he might as well pretend to be blind.
Vodka straightened his sunglasses silently. No one liked sunglasses, but now he could pretend to be blind.
Vodka stayed in the villa area for a while, mainly to accompany Anyou.
Anyou is too bored to be alone, and his elder brother Gin is unwilling to accompany him, but he needs someone to appreciate pajamas with him.
An You looked through the bag again and again. "This style looks pretty good. Vodka, you have quite a sense of fashion."
Vodka adjusted his sunglasses and gave a silly smile, "Haha, this is the first time someone has praised my good taste."
An You randomly picked out a white pajamas and said, "Let me try them out first to see which one suits me best."
Vodka said cheerfully, "Oh go ahead, Master."
An You couldn't wait to put on the new pajamas she had chosen. She opened the door and called out before even reaching the living room, "Vodka, come and see my new pajamas."
Vodka was originally standing next to Gin, watching his older brother operating the audio software on his computer. Hearing Anyou's call, he immediately stood at attention. When he heard what he said, he was surprised. "Ah, is this something I can see?"
"Brother, should I watch it?"
As he said this, he secretly glanced at his eldest brother's expression and received a cold look in return.
The eldest brother didn't say anything. What did this look mean? Was he telling him to get out or that he could stay?
After all, neither the eldest brother nor the young master, no matter which one, is someone he can afford to offend.
Before he could figure it out, footsteps were heard in the living room and An You walked out.
The snow-white skin is exposed to the air. In fact, in the hot summer, being bare-chested is really nothing.
Occasionally, Vodka would be in a disheveled state, and his elder brother would stand beside him, and he would not think much of it at that time.
But it’s different now. He seems to have learned a shocking secret: the eldest brother and the young master are having an affair.
Vodka glanced at his elder brother secretly, but he didn't even raise his head. Wasn't he interested?
Vodka confirmed his thoughts again. The young master was indeed taking advantage of the situation. The eldest brother seemed reluctant, but the person opposite him was the young master, so he finally succumbed to the evil forces.
Vodka's brain calculated quickly and he felt that it would be better for him to leave at this time.
He can't afford to offend him, but he can afford to avoid him.
An You walked around the living room and then stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Pajamas are actually similar to regular bathrobes. An You had just straightened her collar in front of the mirror when she discovered Vodka sneaking towards the door.
An You was curious, "Vodka, what are you doing, sneaking around like that?"
Vodka, "Brave and invincible young master, I suddenly remembered that the gas in my house is not turned off. I will go back and turn it off first."
An You:?
Seeing the person slipping away quickly, before he could ask a question, the door of the villa was closed.
Anyou had no choice but to turn her gaze to Gin.
"Brother, look at my pajamas, what do you think?"
Gin, who had been working at his desk, raised his head. His posture was lazy and casual, but his eyes were sharp, like a cheetah waking up from the grassland. Although he was in a dormant posture, he was actually staring at his prey intently.
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