A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Nangong Nan moved his chopsticks and said, "Qin Yi's strength doesn't match yours either."

"We are just a temporary team."

He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, blinking, "You know, we just have to take care of each other."

Throwing down the paper towel, he picked up the chopsticks again and ate the noodles with a fierce attitude, just like the mukbang in the short video, which sounded very appetizing.

The two of them didn't speak anymore. The man finished his meal in a few bites, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and suddenly said, "I almost forgot to tell you my name. My name is Song Chaoqian."

He threw the tissue into the trash can, stretched and said, "Your name is Nangong, right? That's what I heard that guy from Big Wolf called you."

Nangong Nan said: "You have a good memory."

"You have a good memory. Not only did you remember me, you also remembered Qin Yi's name."

He smiled at her with unknown meaning, "Speaking of which, your hearing is also very good. You heard our conversation even from such a distance."

Nangong Nan said: "In the last round of the game, the BOSS pretended to be players to trick me, and one of them was Qin Yi."

Song Chaoqian put his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly, looking very interested.

Said: "I have encountered this kind of BOSS pretending to be a player, but from what you said, it seems that there was more than one fake player in your last round of the game."

Nangong Nan did not hide anything and told him the truth: "You are right. In the last round of the game, besides me, there were ten other players. These ten players were all pretending to be the BOSS."

"What???"

Song Chaoqian's expression suddenly changed and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"So, you were the only real player in the last round of the game?"

"right."

"Fuck!"

Song Chaoqian licked his hair and said, "This game is too... well, the routines are too deep."

He looked at the girl across from him. The girl who was only a teenager had a deep and indifferent face.

She has a maturity that belies her age, her eyes are indifferent, and her face remains expressionless even when she talks about such shocking things.

There are eleven players, ten of them are fake. What is this concept?

If it were him, would he be able to see through it?

Song Chaoqian's eyes were complicated, he stared at Nangong Nan for a long time and said, "Are you telling me this to remind me?"

Nangong Nan said: "As you said, the Crystal Hall is too empty."

Song Chaoqian smiled, supported his chin with his left hand and said, "It would be great if I could meet you in the same round of the game."

Nangong Nan: "I'm not a good teammate."

"What a coincidence. Me too. We can help each other when we need partners. After we are separated, we will work hard on our own. Who can survive to the end depends on his ability."

Nangong Nan raised his eyebrows, put down his chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe his mouth, "Based on the probability, the possibility of us encountering him later is more than 90%."

Song Chaoqian stretched out and leaned on the back of the chair.

"You want to say that there are not many players left, so the survivors will join together?"

"right."

"Will it be the same as your last game, with only one real player and the others fake?"

"No, the game will not have the same routine."

Song Chaoqian looked at her with unclear meaning, "Little sister, why do I think you know the game very well? Are you a legendary great player?"

Nangong Nan's heart remained calm and his expression remained unchanged, "Do you think I look like him?"

Song Chaoqian put his hands behind his head, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The players have been discussing how many great gods there are and who they are."

"I have carefully observed every game. Now, we have reached the eighth round of the game. Among the players I have seen, you are the only one who best matches my idea of ​​a great player."

Nangong Nan took a sip from the water glass and said, "Is it just me?"

"right."

Song Chaoqian asked with great interest, "So, who else is your companion? Tell me to satisfy my curiosity."

He suddenly came closer to her, his angular handsome face was stained with blood, but it did not affect his handsomeness, but made him look more sinister.

"Little sister, I..."

Suddenly, Song Chaoqian's expression changed. The wound on his abdomen seemed to have been torn open by someone, and he gasped in pain.

He looked down at his abdomen, and blood was pouring out again.

Not only did the wound hurt, but it was also difficult to breathe. It was like the supreme god had descended, and the divine pressure made him unable to lift his head.

After a while, Song Chaoqian broke out in cold sweat, tilted his head and fainted.

Nangong Nan stared at the god behind him with wide, bright eyes.

He was still so elegant and holy, with a light golden robe glowing with light, and gold-rimmed glasses on his handsome face.

The whole person is as peaceful and tolerant as a statue in a hall, making people want to prostrate themselves and worship.

This look makes it hard to imagine him putting pressure on the player, causing his wound to re-open and he fainted.

Nangong Nan was a little stunned when he saw such a god for the first time.

The god adjusted his glasses with his slender fingers and said, "Little girl, why are you looking at me like this?"

He glanced at the people on the table and said with a smile, "Could it be that you're blaming me?"

Nangong Nan: "Lord God, you are too jealous."

The god came over and said, "This man has behaved frivolously towards you. Please give me a small punishment as a punishment."

Nangong Nan blinked: "This is called a slight punishment???"

The god narrowed his eyes slightly and stood in front of her, "Kid, you are really blaming me."

Nangong Nan: "The way you look makes me think you are going to become a black man."

The god said: "I am the god of divine chaos, and there is no such thing as blackening."

He didn't seem to want to continue this topic, so he pulled her up and said, "I will accompany you to rest and bring you delicious fruit."

Nangong Nan looked back at poor Song Chaoqian. Unexpectedly, as soon as his head turned around, he was twisted back by a gentle hand.

"Little girl, you seem to be very concerned. Don't worry, God will not care about humans. He will wake up later."

Nangong Nan: "..."

A god who doesn't care about humans, he tore the player's wounds with a gentle expression.

hehe.

I didn't meet any other players along the way. It seemed like what Song Chaoqian said, there were no other players in the crystal ball, only the two of them were left.

After returning to the room, Nangong Nan took his pajamas and took a shower.

Because the gods were there, she didn't take a bath, just rinsed briefly and came out.

Hearing the bathroom door open, the god raised his eyes and looked over.

For the first time, he saw her in pajamas, with her hair half-dried and disheveled.

Nangong Nan came over and sat down opposite him, then stretched out his right hand.

The god smiled and put his hand in her soft palm. When he took it away, Nangong Nan had a transparent crystal ball in his palm.

Nangong Nan blinked: "Lord God, are you kidding me? Where are the fruits? Where are the fruits you brought for me?"

The god is sitting on the single sofa, his posture is elegant, and he has a posture that he has learned from time to time.

He said with a smile in his eyes: "Try to take a bite."

Nangong Nan picked up the "crystal ball" and turned it over for a while.