Wen Qing paused, he didn't know how to explain, should he tell Yiou directly that he suspected that he was not human? So he touched him twice?
Wen Qing blinked, looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Yiou, and hummed in a desperate manner.
Io laughed softly.
Wen Qing's palm could feel the slight vibration of his chest.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and tried to retract her hand, but Yio held it even tighter.
Io's hand was a circle larger than his, and could easily wrap around his hand. He pressed his fingers against his and pushed down.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and she had to admit, the chest muscles felt quite good.
"Do you want to touch me?" Io lowered his eyes and looked at him, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Wen Qing's cheeks inevitably flushed with heat. He pulled his hand out forcefully and said dryly, "Not bad, keep trying."
As he said this, he raised his hand and patted Io's chest, acting like a good brother.
With a click, the dormitory door suddenly opened.
Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng rushed in in a hurry: "I forgot to bring my computer."
"Xiao Wang's text message didn't remind me to bring it."
The two of them took their laptops and hurried out of the dormitory again.
Wen Qing quickly put down his hand, his heart beating rapidly.
He was just about to be thankful that Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng didn't seem to notice him and Yio, but then the door was quietly pushed open a crack.
Half of Song Qiang's face was revealed.
He narrowed his eyes, looked at Wen Qing suspiciously, then looked at Yiou: "What were you two doing just now?"
"Why do I see you guys seem to be touching your breasts?"
Wen Qing's expression froze.
Yiou nodded and said lightly: "Well, Wen Qing covets my chest muscles."
"I touched it twice while you were away."
Wen Qing: “…”
Song Qiang took a look at Yiou's body. He had chest muscles and abdominal muscles. He was the typical figure who looked muscular when he took off his clothes and thin when he was dressed.
Not to mention Wen Qing, he was envious.
Song Qiang muttered quietly: "Last time I wanted to touch you, you told me to get lost..."
Xu Fengfeng's cursing voice came from the corridor: "Hurry up, it's too late."
"Here it comes," Song Qiang said as he closed the door, "Yiou, send me the gym you go to, and send me the coach too!"
With a click, the dormitory door was closed again.
Wen Qing leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Io in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Why is it the theme of infinity?"
Io leaned lazily on the table: "This topic has been popular recently, and it has not appeared in the game field yet. It can be regarded as an innovative plan."
"The teacher should be satisfied."
After saying that, he tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing with a smile in his eyes: "What else? Why do you think it is?"
When Io smiled, his narrow eyes curved slightly, giving you the feeling that he was looking at you affectionately.
Wen Qing seemed to be burned by his gaze and looked away, not daring to look directly into Yio's eyes.
He shook his head and said, "Nothing."
"I'm just asking."
Wen frowned and stared at Yiou's hands on the table. His fingers were bent and tapping the table surface with his fingertips. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Wen Qing pursed his lips. He and Yiou knew each other before entering the dungeon...
What is the relationship between Io and 001?
In my mind, I couldn't help but compare Io's words and actions with 001 and the butler.
In comparison, 001 appears more rigid due to the constraints of rules.
Io is more casual, like... 001 freed from his restraints.
Wen Qing was dazed for a moment, and suddenly, Io's breath came down.
When he came to his senses, he saw Io slowly leaning over with his hands on the back of his chair.
Wen Qing leaned back subconsciously, and his shoulder blade touched Yiou's fingers, which were hot and burning.
It seemed as if it had seeped into his skin through his clothes, and Wen Qing felt an inexplicable sense of irritation rising in his heart.
He quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Yiou bent down, held Wen Qing in his arms, and moved closer to him: "I also want to ask you something."
Wen Qing pursed his lips, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Io stared into his dark eyes and asked, "Who were you thinking of when you looked at me just now?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Yiou said calmly: "You were looking through me and seeing another person."
This time it's a statement, not a question.
Wen Qing knew it was useless to deny it now, so he just said vaguely: "A friend."
Yiou's eyebrows relaxed, and he hooked the sleeve of Wen Qing's T-shirt with his index finger: "Who?"
The sleeves seemed to be stained with Io's body temperature, rubbing against his arms, causing a faint itchy sensation.
Wen Qing slightly turned sideways to avoid Yiou's restless fingers, and said casually: "You wouldn't recognize him even if I told you."
Io raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Maybe I know him?"
Wen Qing pinched his palms, raised his eyes to stare at Yiou, and uttered three words: "He's dead."
Io's lips stiffened: "Hmm?"
Wen Qing paid attention to his reaction and said calmly, "He is born weak, has a low body temperature, and has an irregular heartbeat."
"I just thought you two looked a bit alike, and I couldn't help but touch you."
Looking at Wen Qing's confident words, Yio couldn't help but chuckle, guessing what he was planning.
Wen Qing asked, "Why are you so interested in my friend?"
"Well..." Io said slowly, dragging out the last word, "I love the whole family as well as the whole family."
Wen Wei frowned slightly and was about to ask a question when his cell phone suddenly rang.
It's Io's cell phone.
Yiou took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Wen Qing, "It's a senior who is studying the same subject."
Wen Qing said "oh" and felt a little puzzled. Why should I tell him this?
Yiou answered the phone in front of him: "Yeah."
“The planning is underway.”
"Okay, it will probably take a few days."
"good."
Yiou hung up the phone, took out the computer from his bag and put it on Wen Qing's desk.
Without waiting for Wen Qing to speak, he pulled his chair to Wen Qing's desk, sat down and turned on the computer.
The table is not big. It is spacious enough for Wen Qing to sit alone, but it would be crowded if there are two people sitting at the table, plus the other person is Yio.
Wen Qing could stick to Yiou's arm with just a few movements.
He pursed his lips and asked, "Why don't you go to your own table?"
Yiou tapped on the keyboard and said casually, "I need your advice on writing a plan."
He glanced at Wen Qing's slender white arms and said casually, "You can also feel my body temperature now."
"Is it really false or not?"
Wen Qing: “…”
He moved his chair to the side, leaving a little space with difficulty, and asked, "What else do you want to ask?"
Io tapped on the keyboard and said, "There are four gods now."
Wen Qing was stunned: "Aren't there three?"
"There are three gods in the game copy," Io paused and tilted his head to look at him, "and the main god."
"Each series of mythology has a strict system, and the status of gods must be clearly distinguished. For a genre like infinite flow, the first thing to do is to determine a main god who is responsible for the rules and systems of the entire game."
"He is also a divine punisher who can punish and restrain other gods."
Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "And then?"
Io continued, "Under the Lord God is the God you just mentioned."
"They are equivalent to the big boss of the copy. They are gods in their own copy and have absolute control. They check and balance with the main god. Outside the copy, it is different."
"The question now is, what should the three gods be responsible for?"
Yiou clicked the mouse and looked at Wen Qing: "What do you think?"
"I..." Wen Qing opened his mouth, swallowed the word "I don't know", and said tentatively, "Nature, desire and giving."
Io nodded, with some confusion in his eyes: "Why?"
Wen Qing looked at his expression, wondering whether it was an act or real.
He said vaguely: "I just said it casually."
Yiou supported his chin with one hand and nodded, "Whatever you say."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Io said slowly: "Nature is the script of the world, the foundation of the world."
"Desire can represent many things, and it has restrictions on monsters and players in the game."
"As for giving..." He paused and said casually, "It's good for the players."
“Sizzle—”
“Sizzle—”
The cell phone vibrated continuously.
Wen Qing glanced at his phone, but there was no message.
It's news from Io.
Yiou picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and said to Wen Qing, "It's senior."
Chen Bingbing: [Junior, if you encounter this problem while writing a plan, you can consult me. ]
Chen Bingbing: [I have been working with Professor Chen on game planning for the past two years and have gained a lot of experience.]
Io: [Thank you.]
Chen Bingbing: [Don’t be shy, you can ask me directly. After all, I am the team leader of our project, and you are the newcomer.]
Chen Bingbing: [Don't worry, I will definitely reply to your message when I'm not busy and help you solve your problem. ]
Io: [Thank you.]
Yiou: [I have a wife to help me.]
Chen Bingbing: [???]
Yiou turned on the do not disturb mode, put down his phone, and said to Wen Qing: "He is a senior who is studying the same subject. He told me that I can ask him if I have any questions."
Wen Qing said, a little confused: "Why are you telling me this?"
Yiou asked back, "Aren't you curious about who is looking for me?"
Wen Qing was even more confused now: "Why should I be curious?"
Io tapped on the keyboard and said casually, "If you're not curious, then I want to tell you."
"I want you to know who is looking for me and why."
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