59 Skins 1 || The fourth game
"Exactly ninety." Jing Ning said.
Yan Shuang's breathing stagnated and she felt a little dazed. There was only deep shock in her pupils. She muttered in a neither loud nor soft voice, "Ninety..."
Jing Ning said, "We've discussed this before and guessed we might be able to completely get rid of it by the 100th level."
"What about me? Do I also have to play the game a hundred times?" This is the question that Yan Shuang is more concerned about.
"One hundred times is just a guess." Jing Ning said, "After all, I've never seen anyone actually play a hundred games. Maybe there are, but we don't know them."
"As for you, I think not. Since we are in the same game, the difficulty is the same, so there is no need."
"What about the people who entered the game with you before?" Yan Shuang asked.
Jing Ning was silent for a moment, "He died. He died during the 60th game."
Yan Shuang was shocked. He had come such a long way by himself. How old was he when he entered the game? Was there any other old people to guide him when he first entered the game?
The ninety games were not played in vain. Just like an exam, if you do a lot of questions, you can often know the answer at a glance.
In the three games I entered, if it weren't for Jing Ning, the death rate would have skyrocketed.
Jing Ning didn't seem to want to talk about this topic any more, and told Yan Shuang not to think too much about it, just think of it as there are still ten games left, and after that she can return to normal life.
Yan Shuang leaned lazily on the sofa, her arms resting her head, her shirt slightly folded up, revealing a small piece of her shiny waist.
Even under the dim light of the living room, one could see the tight yet supple muscles of his back. His narrow waistline followed the concave curve of the sofa, forming a graceful curve. Neither too rigid nor too thin, it was tempting to run your hand along that curve.
He had been drinking, and once he relaxed, he fell asleep without realizing it.
Jing Ning couldn't help but look at the exposed waist. He stood up and gently picked up Yan Shuang from the sofa and put him on the bed in the bedroom.
Perhaps feeling the softness of the bed, Yan Shuang couldn't help but hum twice and fell asleep again.
On the other side, Ye Jingan, who had stayed up all night last night, was lying on the sofa under the influence of alcohol, talking in his sleep.
Jing Ning took a look, turned off the lights, locked the bedroom door, and locked out the outside sounds.
Then she took a shower in the bathroom, climbed onto Yan Shuang's bed, and fell asleep with her arms around him.
When she woke up the next day, it was almost noon, and Yan Shuang felt that she had a very satisfying sleep.
He walked out of the bedroom in a daze and saw Ye Jing'an still sleeping on the sofa, half of his body exposed on the edge, almost falling to the ground.
There was no sign of Jing Ning in the room. She didn't know when he left. Yan Shuang felt a little regretful. The guest was still here, so how could he have fallen asleep on the sofa last night?
So how do I wake up in my bedroom?
Yan Shuang hugged Ye Jing'an with her legs. Ye Jing'an narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a rough voice, "What?"
"Do you have a cold?" Yan Shuang said.
"It's okay, I've had some wine." Ye Jing'an cleared his throat. "Let me take a nap for a while. I woke up when the boss left this morning. I just fell asleep not long ago."
"Jingning left this morning?" Yan Shuang asked. He had no recollection of it at all.
"Ah, you don't know?" Ye Jing'an looked puzzled.
Yan Shuang shook her head and said, "I drank too much last night too."
Ye Jingan opened one eye and closed the other, with a drowsy expression, "Oh, he came out of your room this morning, I thought you knew."
Last night, he was the one who carried her to bed and they slept together all night. The scene automatically emerged in Yan Shuang's mind, and her face flushed slightly.
"Why are you blushing... No way, we just slept together for one night, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Ye Jing'an perked up on the spot, "You didn't even blush when you saw a pretty girl, you're not really in love with him!!!"
Yan Shuang: "Fall in love with him?"
"Yes." Ye Jing'an said, "Blushing is an expression of emotion."
Yan Shuang calmed down and found that something seemed to be wrong. His mind was full of Jing Ning, one after another popping up in his mind.
But how could I... like a man! He fell into deep thought.
Forget it, Yan Shuang went to the kitchen to make some lunch and planned to fill her stomach first.
Ye Jingan watched him busying around and felt a tinge of loneliness. Yan Shuang had lived all these years on his own, and no matter how big the problem, he had to handle it all on his own, with no way out.
Although he didn't say it, he could see the changes in him over the years. Ye Jing'an suddenly felt that even if Jing Ning was a man, it didn't matter. If he could be good to Yan Shuang and stay by his side, it wouldn't be a problem. Love knows no gender.
But Ye Jingan didn't dare to think that even if the two of them were really together, if one day they faced life and death in the game, Yan Shuang would suffer another even greater blow...
Water is not fixed, flowers are endless, we will meet again. But life is often in separation.
After leaving that day, the two of them had little contact. Jing Ning was very busy and was basically either in meetings or discussing cooperation all day long. He was afraid that the message would disturb the other party.
Ye Jing'an has been going to Yan Shuang's house recently, and most of the time he sleeps on the sofa in his living room.
This made him suffer, as he couldn't explain the essence of the matter. He had to find a different reason every time, which made his girlfriend very dissatisfied.
A month passed quickly, and Yan Shuang was about to enter her fourth game.
The sun in early autumn is still scorching, but the temperature difference between morning and evening is quite large. On this day, Yan Shuang wore a thin brown jacket and carried a bag with charging cables, power banks, and flashlights in it.
He took the time to buy these because he didn't want to live without electricity again.
Everything is ready, waiting for the game to arrive.
Ye Jingan arrived at the company earlier than him. When he saw Yan Shuang, it was like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. "What should I do? I'm so nervous!"
Yan Shuang had no other choice but to say, "It's okay."
Ye Jing'an felt like his butt was covered in thorns all morning. He couldn't sit or stand at his workstation, and was caught and warned by his supervisor several times.
The last time, the supervisor sternly warned him, "If you don't want to work, get out."
This left him with no choice but to sit there and stare at Yan Shuang.
If eyes could shoot lasers, Yan Shuang would have turned into a sieve by now.
It was just past seven in the evening, and every minute was extremely torturous. Yan Shuang's fingers tapped the table unconsciously, and suddenly the picture on the screen began to change.
Here we come!
After the familiar dizziness, Yan Shuang opened her eyes and found that he appeared in a room.
There were three beds in the room, the blue curtains were closed, and the beeping alarm of the emergency exit sign could be heard outside.
Yan Shuang looked around the room and saw that it was just an ordinary ward, so this was - a hospital.
He didn't know where the others were, so Yan Shuang waited in the room for a while. After making sure that he was the only one in the room, he pushed open the door.
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