Wen Qing raised his face and met Yiou's eyes. His eyes were long and narrow, with deep brow bones, which made his eyebrows and eyes look sharp. But when he lowered his eyes slightly and looked down, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed a little and softened a little.
For some reason, Wen Qing felt that Yio's expression was somewhat familiar.
Seeing Wen Qing staring at him blankly, Yiou raised his hand, knocked on the table again, and repeated: "Would you like some milk tea?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses and nodded: "Drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qiang on the side said in a loud voice: "Yiou, why are you only asking Wen Qing? Why don't you ask me?"
"I want to drink mango sago."
Xu Fengfeng raised his hand: "I want sea salt caramel milk tea."
"Okay." Yiou responded, leaning slightly to the side and casually leaning against Wen Qing's desk, "Mango sago, sea salt caramel milk tea, Wen Qing and I will order the signature milk tea."
"How about it?"
"Okay." Wen nodded lightly, still looking at Yiou.
He was already dressed, wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a great figure. His long legs were casually crossed and tapping the ground.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, not just her expression.
There was something familiar about Io's words and actions.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought, he was already quite familiar with the dormitory head, but because he hadn't seen him for too long during the game copy, so he felt both strange and familiar now?
Suddenly, Song Qiang's voice rang in his ears: "By the way, Wen Qing, what kind of courier are you?"
Wen Qing tilted his head and saw Song Qiang stretching his neck, looking at his desk curiously.
After catching a glimpse of the pink ribbon thrown on the table, Song Qiang immediately stood up and walked behind Wen Qing: "Oh, it couldn't be sent by a suitor."
Wen Qing looked at the property certificate on the table, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly went to get the lid.
As soon as he picked it up, he heard Song Qiang exclaim, "What the hell?"
“Fuck!”
Wen Qing paused and looked up at Song Qiang.
Song Qiang stood there, staring at the red book on the table in amazement.
"What? What is that?" Xu Fengfeng looked over in confusion. After seeing the six big words "House Ownership Certificate", he blurted out, "Fuck."
Song Qiang stuttered and asked Wen Qing: "What's going on?"
“Did you buy a house?”
Wen Qing was silent, not knowing how to explain.
Song Qiang wiped his eyes and looked at the red book cover again. He was not mistaken.
After seeing the other set of keys in the box, he said in a daze: "Wen Qing, you are not kind."
"Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"
"If I had known that this contained the property certificate, I would have definitely carried the package back to you with both hands and feet."
Knowing that Wen Qing would not easily buy a house, Xu Fengfeng asked curiously: "Did you win the lottery?"
"Or did you win the lottery by drawing a house on Weibo?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, struggling to find a reason.
He has no habit of buying lottery tickets, and it would be easier to be exposed if he did the lottery on Weibo.
Xu Fengfeng couldn't help but touch the property certificate: "I haven't touched the property certificate yet, let me touch it."
"Where is this house?"
"Nan, Nancheng Compound?" Xu Fengfeng's hand holding the property certificate trembled slightly.
He didn't dare touch it again and carefully returned the property certificate to Wen Qing, fearing that there would be a wrinkle on it.
Wen Qing took it blankly, and Xu Fengfeng's expression was even more shocked than when he found out that the express delivery was the property certificate.
As for Song Qiang, he was speechless at this moment.
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What happened to the Nancheng compound?"
Xu Fengfeng paused for a while and squeezed out a word: "Expensive."
Wen Qing became even more silent.
Xu Fengfeng looked down at Wen Qing's expression, and seeing that he had no reaction, he said, "This community is a newly built community here."
Wen nodded lightly: "I know this."
When he used to work part-time, the bus would pass by.
Xu Fengfeng sighed quietly: "Do you know what the house price is?"
Wen shook his head gently.
Xu Fengfeng stretched out two fingers and pointed to two.
Wen Qing asked tentatively: "Twenty thousand?"
Xu Fengfeng looked at him numbly: "Add another zero."
Wen Qing was surprised: "Two hundred thousand?"
"Yiping?"
Xu Fengfeng nodded.
Wen Qing was stunned. He quickly looked at the bungalow in the property certificate, which was over 500 square meters.
This property certificate has another string of countless zeros.
Xu Fengfeng continued, "It's not just expensive. Not everyone can afford to buy a house in this community. I heard that when you want to see it, you have to submit proof of assets."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, which means that this house cannot be bought casually.
There is no possibility of buying it by winning the lottery.
"Wen Qing," Xu Fengfeng called out, moving closer to him and looking at him eagerly, "You're not...pretending to be poor before, are you?"
"Actually he is a young master?"
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said, "No."
Song Qiang came back to his senses and couldn't help but say, "Wen Qing, I'm dying of curiosity."
"Just reveal a little information, and we will keep it confidential for you."
Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng stared at Wen Qing intently.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she exhaled, and slowly said: "Actually... when you didn't see me just now, I traveled into the infinite game world."
"This house was a reward from the game, and some money was transferred to my card."
Song Qiang: “???”
Xu Fengfeng: “???”
Yio's fingertips paused, and he tilted his head to look at Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, his brows slightly frowned.
Wen Qing didn't notice the different expressions between Yiou and his other two roommates.
He was confused at the moment and had to explain to Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, so he had no time to pay attention to Yio.
Song Qiang stumbled: "What infinite world?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and said slowly: "It's the kind of infinite flow novels you read."
Song Qiang was silent for a while, then asked tentatively: "Then can you take me with you next time?"
"I also want to earn some money in my spare time."
Wen Qing frowned and said seriously, "It's too dangerous in there."
"It will kill people."
After he finished speaking, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng did not react at all.
301 is exceptionally quiet.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and saw Song Qiang trying to hold back his laughter, while Xu Fengfeng was grinning from ear to ear, laughing so hard that he couldn't even make a sound.
Wen Qing: “…”
Song Qiang looked at his stern face and said cheerfully, "Wen Xiaoqing, rather than saying you traveled through time, it would be better to say that your wealthy parents came to you."
Wen Qing was stunned and looked at Song Qiang in surprise.
Good excuse, good reason.
Very reasonable.
To Xu Fengfeng, who was standing by, this look of his was the truth that Song Qiang had said.
Xu Fengfeng bent his arm and punched Song Qiang hard in the stomach.
Song Qiang's playful expression suddenly disappeared. He reacted and looked at Wen Qing, and asked nervously: "That... Wen Qing, can it be true?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing how to make up the story.
It is quite reasonable to give money and houses to parents who have lost contact with you for many years.
But what should I say when I ask my parents later?
Or just say he inherited the estate?
Wen Qing lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
Seeing this, Song Qiang felt more and more that what he said just now was right.
Considering that Wen Qing was not in good shape just now, everything made sense.
It must be because my biological parents came to visit me.
Gave such a large sum of money, but it never showed up.
Song Qiang thought about it and came up with a complete plot in his mind, where the wealthy father or mother remarried and gave money to sever ties with Wen Qing so that he would not disturb their current lives.
Wen Qing was still hesitating about what to say, Song Qiang suddenly patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Wen Qing, don't think about it anymore."
"Anyway, they never taught you, nor did they raise you, so just treat it as a windfall and take the house and money."
Song Qiang advised: "The feelings in the rich families are all fake, the money is real."
"Now I have money and a house, and I don't have to get involved in those messy things. How great is that..."
While persuading him, Song Qiang secretly pinched Xu Fengfeng.
Xu Fengfeng grinned and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Song Qiang is right."
Wen Qing blinked and understood.
Song Qiang thought that this house and money were the money used by his biological parents to cut off ties with him.
Wen Qing nodded slowly and thanked Song Qiang sincerely: "Thank you."
Song Qiang is really a good man who gives you a pillow when you are sleepy.
He doesn't even need to come up with excuses.
Song Qiang patted his shoulder again and comforted him: "Wen Qing, don't be sad. If you have any problems in the future, just tell us directly."
"Let us help you scold that idiot."
Wen nodded gently.
Xu Fengfeng continued: "Wen Qing, if you don't mind, I can also be your father."
Wen Qing: “…”
Xu Fengfeng: "Song Qiang can play the role of mother."
Song Qiang rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles: "Xu Fengfeng, no matter how you look at it, I should be the father, right?"
Xu Fengfeng: "You are more maternal."
Song Qiang: "You are such a mother."
The two of them were talking back and forth, and suddenly, Yiou said, "The milk tea is here, I'll go get it."
Song Qiang muttered, "Io is really calm."
"Face a billion without changing your expression."
Xu Fengfeng laughed and said, "Yiou must be a young master too. Look at how he was bullied, and then look at what you look like."
Wen Qing looked at Yiou's back and asked them tentatively: "Do you think Yiou's appearance has changed?"
Song Qiang was puzzled: "What's the change? Hasn't he always been like this?"
“Tall and handsome.”
Xu Fengfeng muttered, "It's not so bad if he's tall. He looks about the same height as me."
Song Qiang kicked him and said, "Go take a piss and look in the mirror."
…
Soon, Yiou came back with four cups of milk tea.
He threw the milk tea to Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, walked to Wen Qing, took out a cup of signature milk tea, removed the straw, inserted it into the milk tea, and handed it to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing watched his series of actions, then looked at Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng beside him, and slowly withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his head to drink milk tea, his eyes stunned.
The taste of this milk tea is very familiar.
It was very similar to the milk tea that the housekeeper made for him, and exactly the same as the milk tea normally sold in bulk in the human world.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he looked up and looked straight at Yio.
He opened his mouth and was about to ask, but Song Qiang was one step faster and asked Yiou directly: "Dormitory Head, which store is this milk tea from? It tastes really good."
"It's newly opened," Io pointed to the bag of milk tea and said to them, "It's called a milk tea shop."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, stared at the trademark for a while, and searched the Internet for this milk tea shop.
There is no information.
He asked, "Isn't it a chain store?"
Yiou hummed, "It's privately owned."
Wen Qing took another sip of milk tea. 001 said he would come to see him.
Could it be 001?
Io glanced at him and asked casually, "What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking..." Wen Qing paused and said casually, "About the house."
Hearing about the house, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng became more alert and asked quickly: "Are you planning to sell it? Or are you going to live in it yourself?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Song Qiang asked quickly: "If you plan to live by yourself, can we stay with you when we go out overnight?"
Xu Fengfeng interrupted, "Is it a bare-bones house or renovated?"
"I don't know either." Wen Qing pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.
Considering 001's personality, he should be given the chance to decorate the house.
Wen Qing bit the straw unconsciously, and he suddenly missed 001 very much.
"Let's go and have a look some other day. Wen Qing will help us broaden our horizons." Song Qiang said with a smile.
Wen nodded gently.
"Fuck, how come it's already two o'clock?" Xu Fengfeng exclaimed, pulling Song Qiang's clothes and walking out, "Hurry up, the squad leader said there will be a meeting this afternoon."
The two of them hurried out.
Wen Qing held the milk tea in his hand and stared into the air.
Do you want to go to the milk tea shop and take a look?
Yio turned his head and stared at Wen Qing who was in a daze.
His eyebrows were drooping, his teeth were biting the straw, and his lips were slightly sunken by the plastic straw, making them look particularly red.
I couldn't look away for a moment.
Wen Qing felt the particularly hot gaze beside him and tilted his head to look over.
Yiou stared at his face and asked, "Anything this afternoon?"
Wen Qing shook his head hesitantly: "No, what's wrong?"
Yiou put down the milk tea in his hand, propped his hands on the table, and said lazily: "I recently joined a project of Professor Chen to design a new holographic game."
"Each member needs to draft a plan based on current trends."
Wen Qing nodded as if she understood, and said to him, "But I don't play games very often."
Io casually said, "This game is open to everyone, and we also need the opinions of people who don't play games."
Wen Qing didn't think much about it and asked directly: "What do you want to ask?"
Yiou half-closed his eyes and tapped the tabletop with his fingertips casually: "The infinite novel you just mentioned is quite interesting."
"If we were to research a game based on this theme, the players would be humans and the bosses would be gods, right?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she pursed her lips.
"There are too many gods and monsters in the Greek mythology series and our traditional Chinese mythology," Io paused and continued, "In comparison, it is easier to create a simple mythology system by myself."
Wen Qing raised his eyelids and stared at Yiou's angular profile.
Yiou seemed not to notice his gaze and said casually, "Except for the main god, how many other gods do you think would be more suitable for new players?"
"Three? Four? Five..."
Wen Qing: “Three.”
Yiou nodded, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Three is good, a triangle relationship is relatively stable."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, and after a while, she slowly raised her hand and touched Yiou's face.
It is warm, human body temperature.
There was no coolness, unlike Yu Xing, Si Kong, Ji Yu and the housekeeper.
Wen gritted his teeth and touched Io's chest again.
"thump--"
"thump--"
Steady heartbeat.
It's human.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly and she bent her fingers.
He was about to pull his hand back, but the next second, Io suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Touch me?"
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