Gluttony (17)
Song Shu felt that what 555 said was incomprehensible, "Of course I know he is an Alpha."
Although Song Shu didn't know much about gender in this world, he felt that the identity of Alpha was very suitable for his brother. It sounded very manly, and combined with the identity of an admiral, it also had a bit of Jack Su's comic book feel.
[If you really need help, will you help your brother through the susceptible period? ]
Song Shu answered almost immediately: "Yes."
【? ? Isn't this more ambiguous? 】
Song Shu said righteously: "What do you know? Brothers can help each other shoot, and laugh at each other for not being able to hold the gun, but touching each other or kissing is weird."
555: […Oh. …]
555 expresses contempt for Song Shu's double standards.
Half an hour later, all the dishes were served. Song Shu still stuffed his mouth full when eating, which made Song Yinxing look at him several times with an obscure look in his eyes.
555 really wanted to shake Song Yinxing's shoulders and yell, "Wake up, Song Shu is not hungry, nor is he suffering, wake up!"
Song Shu was eating, and strangely found that Song Yinxing's gaze towards him was much softer. He ate slower and raised his head carefully, "Brother, what's wrong?"
He didn't seem to have done anything wrong today, right?
Song Yinxing picked up a piece of braised pork for him: "Do you want to go to school?"
Song Shu's mind flashed back to his life background. According to the setting, he didn't receive much education and was illiterate.
“…”
Thinking of the pain of repeating the senior year of high school in the last world, Song Shu resisted the thought of going to school. He was a little worried and put down his chopsticks: "If I say I don't want to, will you agree?"
Song Yinxing didn't say anything, but lowered his eyes as if he was thinking.
Interstellar schools are divided into military schools, ordinary universities, and art schools that provide courses such as cooking, flower arranging, tea art, etc. for Omegas.
If Song Shu wanted to go to school, he would most likely go to an ordinary university. Song Yinxing would not like Song Shu to go to military school. To put it bluntly, he wanted Song Shu to study, just to have a skill to make a living. Even if he had an accident, Song Shu could take care of himself.
Song Yinxing's brows relaxed, and Song Shu struck while the iron was hot: "Actually, I'm a genius. I've taught myself. Brother, you don't have to worry about me."
Song Shu also understood that Song Yinxing controlled him like this because he didn't want anything to happen to him one day and he would have a hard time without the ability to make a living.
But the reality is that he passed away much earlier than Song Yinxing. He died in his twenties and did not even have time to say goodbye to Song Yinxing. He died suddenly.
Song Shu felt a little sad when he thought about it. After all, Song Yinxing was doing it for his own good, so he felt that going to school was not something he couldn't compromise on. He hesitated, but Song Yinxing had already thought about it and said calmly, "If you don't want to go to school, forget it. Our family is very rich, enough to support you for the rest of your life."
Song Shu: "Ah?"
Song Shu was shocked and looked up at Song Yinxing. Song Yinxing also raised his eyebrows and looked back at him: "What?"
Under the table were their slippers, which were about to touch each other. Song Shu's calf moved and accidentally touched Song Yinxing's leg, which was hard. Song Yinxing didn't move away, and Song Shu didn't react, so their legs accidentally overlapped.
Song Shu didn't have skin hunger, so touching his legs was fine. His attention was focused on Song Yinxing's words that he didn't need to go to school.
Is this still his brother? He didn't force him to study.
Song Shu paused: "Brother, is there any difficulty at home?"
Song Yinxing glared at him, and Song Shu blinked again. Suddenly, his calf was kicked, not too hard, and Song Yinxing said, "Eat yours."
It seems that there is no problem. "My family is very rich and can support you for the rest of your life." This damn, overbearing sense of security.
Song Shu said happily and continued to eat.
…
In the evening, Song Shu received a message from Xie Qingran.
R: [See you tomorrow?]
The account belongs to Xie Qingran himself, and has nothing to do with Xie Yi. He posted this because several people in the group asked to meet Song Shu again tomorrow. Song Shu still had to spend money on wine and women, so he readily agreed: [OK]
Almost instantly, a few more messages popped up on Xie Qingran’s phone.
[Anti-Song Star Alliance Group Chat]
[Why hasn’t he accepted my friend request yet? I’m so heartbroken]
[I didn’t pass either. Could it be that he only added Qing Ran?]
[I feel like I can’t add more to this in my lifetime]
There was a wailing in the group.
Xie Qingran skipped over the messages and replied with a tap of his finger: [He agreed to the party tomorrow]
[So fast? ? ]
[I have time to reply to messages but not time to accept friend requests]
[I understand, you just don’t want to add me]
Xie Qingran's fingertips paused.
So? Song Shu treated him very differently? Was this what Song Shu meant by getting along well? But if they got along well, why didn't he recognize him?
Xie Qingran opened his personal information column and changed the original profile picture of a long-haired lion cat to a side profile picture of himself wearing sunglasses.
After doing all this, Xie Qingran thought somewhat arrogantly, since we get along so well, there will be ways for us to recognize each other, right?
…
For several days afterwards, Song Shu met "Xie Qingran", also known as Xie Yi, in the private room. The conversation was a bit awkward at first, but as they became more familiar with each other, Song Shu gradually relaxed his guard and did not even notice the existence of the camera.
The number of members of the Anti-Song Star-Guiding Alliance has grown from eight at the beginning to nearly twenty people now.
As for why there were so many more people, it was a long story. Song Yinxing had always been the focus of attention on the main star, which made his newly recognized brother Song Shu also the focus of attention. Song Shu's friend adding column was full, but he only added Xie Qingran, so many people came to inquire about the situation.
Xie Qingran naturally ignored these gossipers, but he couldn't stand the gossips and found the members of the "Anti-Song Yinxing Alliance". Among the eight or nine people, there were always a few who were not tight-lipped, and the news spread out.
The question of this group of gossipers can be summed up in one question: "So, is he really disfigured?"
All members of the alliance unanimously said: "It's hard to say."
Gossipmonger: "It's hard to say? Hmm? How is it hard to say?"
Alliance member: "You will know when the time comes."
Gossiper: "By when, do you have a channel?"
Originally, the alliance members were determined to resist outsiders from joining, but one person was really annoying and made a concession, allowing him to join.
When I first sat with them, my attitude was very disdainful: "Let me see if the word 'ugly' is so difficult to say."
Until later, his attitude was enthusiastic: "Bye, today is great, I'll come tomorrow too."
Members: “…”
It’s good to get out of here.
The gap opened by the plaster-like person behind is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are joining in, and their attitudes are almost the same as those of the plaster.
It was a bit cramped for more than 20 people to squeeze into a small box, so we later changed to a larger box. Because we wanted to be closer to Song Shu, we also changed the meeting place to the larger box.
Song Shu hesitated at that time: "...For two people, it shouldn't be that big, right?"
Xie Yi was just an employee, and he was also unaware of the existence of the cameras. He just thought that these young masters were changing their tactics.
On that day, Song Shu and Xie Yi were drinking boiled water and chatting. It was just an ordinary meeting, but the important thing was that Song Shu suddenly found out that Xie Yi was actually playing games? ! !
Song Shu stood up excitedly and asked, "Can you make games?"
Could it be that he really met the male protagonist of Qidian?
Xie Yi was frightened and subconsciously stood up as well, blushing as he took a half step back. "I, I know a little bit, and I'm planning to make a game, but I don't have the start-up capital..."
Song Shu quickly replied: "I will support you!"
He completely forgot that "Xie Qingran" should be richer than this poor guy like him.
If Song Shu could understand this, he would probably also know that the "Xie Qingran" in front of him was fake. Unfortunately, Song Shu never paid attention to these things. He suppressed his excitement and whispered like a thief: "Have you done it?"
Making games is just a hobby for Xie Yi after work. He didn't expect that Song Shu would be so excited when he just mentioned it, and he couldn't help but have some subtle emotions in his heart.
He exported the game from the optical computer and asked Song Shu to try it. After playing it, Song Shu's eyes sparkled and he looked up at him like a little animal. He couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes: "It's fun! Super fun! Incomparably fun!"
Xie Yi made a pixel-style ancient earth farming simulator, which is a small game in which the protagonist, as an interstellar person reborn on Earth, learns farming knowledge step by step.
Farming is ingrained in the Chinese people's DNA. Song Shu likes it so much that he can't stop playing it. As the first normal game he encountered since traveling through time, Song Shu wanted to hug Xie Yi and spin around, crying about how he felt poisoned by the StarCraft game these days.
Song Shu suppressed his excitement and took two quick steps forward, "I really like it. Can you send me the test version? I really like it!"
Xie Yi was stunned.
Song Shu was the first person to say that he liked his game.
Xie Yi had approached many people with this game before, but they all rejected him. The reasons for their rejection were all similar: a pixel-style farming game? What the hell? Now is the era of holographic games, and you are still thinking about your pixel-style game? ?
After being rejected so many times, Xie Yi began to doubt whether the game he made was really that bad. He had originally planned to stop making this game, but Song Shu...
He pursed his lips, "Is it really... so fun?"
Song Shu, a game fan, held his hand excitedly: "Really!"
A hundred times better than those holographic games with broken plots and zero interactivity!!
…
Outside the screen, more than twenty members were somewhat unhappy.
——"What are they doing so close?"
"What game are you talking about? That crappy game is so good?"
Xie Qingran also had a gloomy face and was very unhappy.
He and Xie Yi look nothing alike. But Song Shu didn't recognize him as the real Xie Qingran at all these days.
At first, he thought that the sunglasses in the profile picture were too big and covered his face, so Song Shu couldn't recognize him. But later, he changed his profile picture without sunglasses, and Song Shu still didn't recognize him.
Didn't they say we got along?? You couldn't even recognize him??
In a fit of rage, Xie Qingran showed his true face, but Song Shu couldn't recognize him again. He had walked in front of Song Shu several times, but Song Shu never recognized him.
Xie Qingran sneered. Song Shu was just saying that to coax him.
But Song Shu replied quickly, without adding anyone else, and only agreed to his invitation.
This allowed Xie Qingran to give Song Shu another chance.
He hinted to Song Shu in the dialog box: [Look at my profile picture]
Song Shu replied: [Is it a picture from the internet? So handsome!]
Xie Qingran: “…”
Fuck your internet pictures!!
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