Chapter 11 Are You Gay?
Li Ziyue hadn't made any move yet when he heard a system prompt sound in the corridor.
[The primary pseudo-human instance will end tonight. Please pay attention to the time and the ratio of players to pseudo-humans.]
End of tonight?
The heart that had been hanging in the air for a long time finally sank a little, and Li Zi felt the burden on his shoulders more and more...
well.
He sighed.
It can’t be said to be easy.
Li Ziyue suddenly dodged to the side, his hand touching the wound that reappeared on his body after he returned to the copy. He leaned against the wall with his back, frowning, staring at Yang Hu, who had a gloomy face and was approaching him step by step.
Has Yang Hu become a fake person?
wrong.
There was no new system broadcast until the deadline last night, and tonight has just begun, so there is no time for Yang Hu to turn into a fake person.
Then why?
Before they separated last night, Yang Hu's attitude was still gentle, which showed that he was not a brutal person by nature who would chop anyone he saw. There was no reason for him to chop him in the face when they met again.
Li Zi retreated further and further.
At the same time, the scimitar appeared in his palm.
“Crack!”
The sound of two sword blades colliding echoed in the dark corridor. The injury on his waist prevented Li Ziyue from exerting his full strength. He was not as strong as Yang Hu and was forced to retreat two meters before he could stop.
Li Ziyue leaned against the wall and forced himself to swallow the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.
He glanced sideways and saw that the edge of his shirt was stained red.
The live broadcast room was in chaos.
[What happened? Why did they fight? Wasn't Yang Hu's attitude towards the anchor quite nice before? ]
[When will the live broadcast room be able to reward points in real time! This way the anchor can immediately buy props or something in the points store, I am so anxious]
[Oh my god, Yueyue still has an injury on her waist]
The audience in the live broadcast room could only watch anxiously. They cursed the rules of the live broadcast room and Yang Hu, and felt more and more distressed for Li Ziyue's current situation. The impatient people had already added points to their accounts, ready to reward the anchor immediately after the copy was over.
Number of people in the live broadcast room at this time: 114
"Why?" Li Ziyue stared at Yang Hu.
Yang Hu seemed to have heard something extremely absurd. He gave a mocking smile: "Even now, you are still playing dumb."
"What?" Li Ziyue frowned. He really didn't know why. Considering the strong hostility Yang Hu had shown him on the first night in the restaurant...
Li Ziyue's eyes darkened.
The scimitar was spinning in his palm at such a fast speed that a circle of white light gradually appeared.
There were two "clang" sounds as the sharp knife and the broad sword collided head-on and were randomly bounced away. The next moment, Li Ziyue, who was supposed to be standing on the side of the aisle, had disappeared.
Yang Hu sighed and took a step forward to catch up.
During the previous fight, he had discovered that Li Ziyue was injured and obviously could not run far. However, what he could not have expected was that Li Ziyue did not just run away.
Li Ziyue turned a corner, and Yang Hu was about to follow him when he heard an unusually fast and dangerous sound of wind coming from the surroundings.
He stopped in a hurry and blocked to the side with his broad sword, but he did not expect the tip of the gun to be so sharp and the force to be so strong. Even though Yang Hu used both hands, the broad sword was bent by it, and then a crack appeared in the center of the broad sword.
Yang Hu rolled suddenly to the other side.
At the place where he had been before, the broadsword broke into several pieces and scattered in all directions. A long spear shining with silver light was inserted into the upper wall, and the spear head had already penetrated halfway. If Yang Hu had not dodged in time, the long spear would have pierced his eyes and brain.
Zhang Lian stood on the other side with cold eyes, looking down at Yang Hu who had collapsed to the ground.
[Zhang Lian! I am in tears! ]
[Don't panic! Even now, Zhang Lian's true identity is still unclear! It's hard to say whether he's a friend or an enemy! ]
[I know this player! He ranks eleventh on the player scoreboard. Oh my god, why would such a strong person come to the primary pseudo-human dungeon? ]
"You——" Yang Hu's eyes were gloomy, "You are in cahoots with him!"
"Yeah." Zhang Lian answered casually, holding the handle of the spear with his hand. With a slight force, the spear was held in his hand again. "Anything else you want to say?"
Yang Hu knew that he and Zhang Lian had no strength to fight, so he rolled on the ground twice, got up and ran. Zhang Lian wanted to chase him, but was stopped by Li Ziyue on the side.
After a few seconds, Yang Hu disappeared.
"He is a real person, don't kill him."
Li Ziyue had been quietly observing Yang Hu's movements earlier, and only felt relieved after confirming again and again that he had no fingernails on the back of his neck.
He turned his gaze to Zhang Lian.
He knew that Zhang Lian threw a toy puppy at him before the hall collapsed last night, which meant that Zhang Lian would be near him when the copy opened again tonight.
Li Ziyue didn't think that his relationship with Zhang Lian was good enough that Zhang Lian would help him block Yang Hu's attack. He just wanted to lure another person into the game and wait for an opportunity to escape when the situation became chaotic.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lian did not ask or answer any questions, but took action directly without giving Yang Hu any chance to explain, so that Yang Hu directly classified Zhang Lian into his camp.
Facing Yang Hu's questioning, Zhang Lian even answered foolishly, "Yeah."
What do you mean by "hmm"? I don't even know what Yang Hu is suspecting and you just say "hmm".
Li Ziyue looked at Zhang Lian with mixed feelings.
Until now, Li Ziyue still doesn't know what he did to make Zhang Lian stick to him so firmly.
Yang Hu had an inexplicable malice towards him, but Zhang Lian had an inexplicable kindness towards him.
Zhang Lian put away the spear, his brows drooped, and when he saw the red spot on Li Ziyue's waist, he pursed his lips and said nothing, but suddenly grabbed Li Ziyue's wrist and pulled him into the empty room next to the corridor.
"hiss……"
The coldness coming from his hands made Li Ziyue frown. He forgot to struggle for a moment: "Why are you so cold again?"
Hearing this, Zhang Lian was stunned for half a second, then suddenly let go of his hand and stood on the other side.
The light in the room was dim, and Li Ziyue could only barely see half of Zhang Lian's face.
His jaw was taut, his light-colored lips looked a little blurry under the orange light, his beautiful eyelashes drooped, and he stood by the door, looking lonely.
This was the first time Li Ziyue saw obvious emotions on Zhang Lian's face.
Clearly at a loss.
This made Li Ziyue feel guilty, and he quickly said, "No... I just asked you why you feel so cold."
"Before we separated last night, your temperature was still normal. Why are you so cold just after entering the dungeon two nights ago?"
Zhang Lian looked at Li Ziyue for a long time, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Since he didn't want to answer, Li Ziyue didn't force him. He was not a person who liked to pry into other people's privacy, but the coldness on Zhang Lian's body made him involuntarily think of his previous dream.
Li Ziyue frowned slightly, the wound on his waist seemed to have split again, and he closed his eyes weakly.
As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the child on his back in the snow, calling him "brother" over and over again.
At this moment, Zhang Lian suddenly said, "No more."
There was a rare smile in his voice: "It won't be this cold again."
Li Ziyue held his forehead and paused for two seconds. He didn't understand what Zhang Lian was laughing at. In the end, he just sighed: "Just now... Thank you."
Zhang Lian blinked.
He blinked twice, which should mean he was happy.
Seeing that Li Ziyue had put the issue behind him, Zhang Lian did not stand there. He opened his system backpack, took out an all-purpose medical kit, and brought two bottles of Big Eyes milk.
He inserted the straw and handed it to Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue was surprised again and again by the rich storage capacity of his backpack: "Zhang Lian, doesn't your world need points to maintain? Where did you get so many points to buy so many things?"
Zhang Lian took out a bandage and disinfectant spray from the medical box: "My world only has one house, and the points required to maintain it are very few."
The virtual world is not exclusive to Li Ziyue. All players of the infinite copy have their own unique world.
There are two types of such a world: "innovation" and "inheritance".
The world where Li Ziyue is located belongs to "inheritance". The infrastructure of the world was established by previous generations of players. Li Ziyue only needs to maintain it. If he has spare capacity, he can also use points to expand the area of the world.
"Innovation" is also called "pioneering". The player is the first master of this world. How the entire virtual world is arranged and how it evolves is entirely decided by the player alone.
If the player misses campus life, he will build a city with the campus as the core. If he likes woods, his world may be an entire tropical rainforest.
The personalities and hobbies of the first generation of players in the virtual world determine the diversity of the world.
Most players cannot stand loneliness and will constantly expand their own world to accommodate more "residents". Li Ziyue never expected that there are people whose world is so small that there is only one house.
Out of respect for personal preferences, Li Ziyue did not ask any further questions.
Zhang Lian took the processing tools in his hand, but stopped when he approached Li Ziyue.
He lowered his eyes, as if to condemn himself: "I'm too cold."
It would have been better if he hadn't said it. Once he said that, Li Ziyue felt even more guilty about his previous reaction.
Damn it, why did he ask that question just now?
Li Ziyue was helpless: "It's not cold."
He turned sideways and lifted up his shirt to reveal the wound.
His skin was unusually white, his muscles were tight but not exaggerated, his lines were extremely smooth, and the beautiful ilium protruding from the side of his waist gave him a sense of fragility that was inconsistent with his usual behavior.
Looking to the side, his soft belly was hidden by the end of his shirt, leaving only a small piece of skin vaguely visible. The orange light above the room was imprinted in the shadow, making him look unusually gentle.
And further down.
Zhang Lian's throat tightened.
At this moment, the live broadcast room also sparked a discussion.
[Shashasha, what are you doing... Has the anchor finally lost his patience and started to take the path of being on the edge? ]
The number of real-time viewers slowly increased as Li Ziyue pulled up the corner of his clothes.
Soon there were 150 people.
[Damn it, tears of heartache flowed from the corners of my mouth]
[I want to touch it (no) (just) (no, actually I don’t at all) (I really, really want to touch it)]
[Can the Tugou system be upgraded to allow real-time rewards? I have so much money now that I don’t know how to spend it! ]
[Dear, you can join the anchor’s fan group first~]
Li Ziyue’s exclusive system prompt sounded in his mind.
[Dear anchor, someone has opened a guard channel in your live broadcast room and has now become a member of the "Li Family Army" and has been awarded the title of "Li Family Army"]
"Li's Army" was the name given to Li Ziyue's fan club by the first moderator when live streaming first became popular. Li Ziyue never imagined that there would be such an embarrassing fan club name in the world, and he immediately said that he would go underground and never come out to live stream.
Then.
[No, I spent money and got such an ugly title, I want to change it! ]
[Dear, you can use your points to buy a title change card below and change your title at will~]
The host can get extra points after the audience buys the title card. Only then did Li Ziyue understand the good intentions of the first host.
Li Ziyue seemed to feel a little embarrassed. He was silent for a long while, and finally turned his head away, not looking at Zhang Lian: "...Sorry to bother you."
Zhang Lian half-knelt down, slowly untied the bandage he had hastily wrapped, and used sterilized cotton to clean the dirty blood from his split wound. Li Ziyue leaned against the wall, his ears turned red quietly, and his palms were already oozing with sweat. The heat in his body collided with the coldness of Zhang Lian's fingertips, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling on his heart.
He didn't know how much time had passed, until he clearly felt Zhang Lian's fingertips lingering on the top of his newly wrapped bandage, and Li Ziyue finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Zhang Lian, what are you touching?"
"No." Zhang Lian was still being stubborn.
Not a bullshit. Although Li Ziyue is not a professional doctor, he often treats his own wounds. During the entire treatment process, he never touches the wound again and again after the treatment.
Li Ziyue spoke quickly and rarely thought before he spoke: "Why are you touching me for so long? Are you homosexual..."
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by a suppressed laugh outside the room.
Li Ziyue closed his eyes and bit his teeth lightly: "Sun Yuancheng, come in."
Sun Yuancheng entered the room in an obscene manner. He looked up and down at Li Ziyue, whose ears were still red, and Zhang Lian, whose movements were obviously stiff and abnormal. He cleared his throat dignifiedly: "Ahem... um... let me express a few thoughts..."
"Brother, although I'm still more of a follower of the crowd, I've read a few novels of this kind and have some understanding of this aspect. My opinion is..."
"Sun Yuancheng," Li Ziyue looked at him with a smile, "If you show off your knowledge again, I will cut off your tongue."
The scimitar spun in his palm.
Sun Yuancheng was so frightened by Li Ziyue's weird smile that he jumped three feet high. He quickly covered his mouth and swore that he would not say anything more.
Yu Yu stood next to Zhang Lian and asked, "Have they always been getting along like this?"
Zhang Lian nodded expressionlessly, holding a straw that had been bent by him, and was inserting the straw into the carton of milk for the tenth time.
After trying a few more times, under Yu Yu's shocked gaze, Zhang Lian finally completed the feat of inserting the straw into the paper box without blushing or beating his heart. Then his brain's reflex arc reminded him: "It might be."
He looked at Li Ziyue and blurted out these three words.
Li Ziyue looked at him suspiciously and immediately realized that Zhang Lian should be answering the question he had not asked before: "Are you gay?"
Li Ziyue understood again, and Li Ziyue pretended not to understand again. Li Ziyue decided to get away with it by criticizing Sun Yuancheng.
"Since you've been at the door for a long time, why don't you come out? What if you're attacked by a fake person or an inspector? Did I tie the toy puppy to you and Yu Yu before so that you two would get close to me and eavesdrop on me?"
Sun Yuancheng grew bolder and more courageous. He raised his head proudly and answered the question irrelevantly: "Humph, I am smart and have good foresight."
"Ouch!" The clever Sun Yuancheng was hit on the head and his IQ dropped from 50 to 49.
Sun Yuancheng's eyes were filled with tears. He was about to complain about Li Ziyue's "tyranny" a few more times, but he saw Li Ziyue's face suddenly become serious. His fingertips lingered on the wall covered with words, and he muttered to himself: "The words on the wall... have changed."
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