A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Nangong Nan glanced at the god with his head propped up and a lazy posture.

He nodded and said to Song Chaoqian, "I feel it too."

Song Chaoqian rubbed his arms, looked around, and concentrated on eating, "I fell asleep in the restaurant yesterday. Why did you leave without caring about me?"

Listening to his words, he seemed to have forgotten about the laceration of the wound, thinking that he had just fallen asleep.

Nangong Nan followed his words and said, "I can't wake you up and I can't move you, so I have to leave first. Anyway, the crystal ball is safe."

Song Chaoqian smiled: "This is the first time that a beautiful girl has randomly abandoned me."

Suddenly, he choked on a mouthful of noodles, turned sideways and coughed violently.

Nangong Nan handed him the water cup, looked at the gods beside him, and sincerely suggested: "Master gods, if you feel uncomfortable, you can stay away first."

The god smiled with an elegant temperament: "No, it's not uncomfortable. I feel very comfortable."

Nangong Nan: "..."

Of course you feel comfortable treating me.

Song Chaoqian's face turned red from coughing. He drank some water and joked to himself: "It seems that it is better to talk less while eating."

Nangong Nan said: "Obviously you are right."

Song Chaoqian put down his cup and said, "I looked everywhere, and there are indeed only two of us in the crystal ball. I don't know if there are any crystal balls elsewhere."

As the number of players decreases, the crystal balls will close and disappear one by one.

There are no other crystal balls visible outside this crystal ball, which means that there are no players within sight.

Don't know what the situation is like elsewhere.

Song Chaoqian frowned slightly, "There should be more. When we came in, the crystal ball was all over the night sky. There were so many people in the crystal ball that it was impossible for everyone to die."

Nangong Nan: "Although I hope so, it is obvious that there are not many players left. At least in our area, there are only two of us left."

Song Chaoqian: "We have passed seven levels. If the entire army is annihilated at the last moment, then..."

"Then we have to start all over again."

Nangong Nan glanced at the gods beside him.

The god's voice said lazily, "According to you humans, I am the organizer of the god game. It seems inappropriate for me to listen to the players discussing the game."

Nangong Nan couldn't help but laugh, "I think you don't like to see me talking too much to other men, so you don't want to stay anymore."

The god said: "How can I be such a stingy god?"

Nangong Nan: "Lord God, I feel sorry for you."

The god smiled: "Thank you for your hard work."

"..."

She glanced at Song Chaoqian. While she was talking to the god, Song Chaoqian was minding his own meal.

It was as if he was the only one at the dinner table, and Nangong Nan's existence was ignored by him.

This is the influence of divine power and has always been the case.

Nangong Nan said: "Lord God, I am very single-minded. Besides, how can an ordinary person think highly of someone as powerful as me?"

"Oh~" God is very good at grasping the key points, "So it's my identity that you are interested in?"

Nangong Nan felt guilty, but her expression was calm, "Your identity is also part of you."

The god tilted his head and thought for a while and said: "I remember there is a saying among humans that some girls like tall, rich, handsome, and rich people, regardless of who they are, only based on their identity and background."

Nangong Nan: "So?"

The god smiled: "It's nothing, I just thought of it suddenly."

"..."

He sat up straight and said, "I'm going to take a nap, and you'll come back early."

After that, the figure disappeared.

Nangong Nan didn't expect that he would really leave like this.

With the god being jealous at every turn, she thought he would never let her be alone with Song Chaoqian.

Unexpectedly, he left so simply.

Nangong Nan looked at the noodles in the bowl and felt something was wrong.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? If you don't eat noodles, you'll be lumpy."

Nangong Nan was eating noodles with chopsticks, and Song Chaoqian said: "You said you want to start over from the beginning, do you have to start from the first part again?"

"Um."

"Before the end of the third game, if all players die, the game will restart."

Song Chaoqian took a deep breath, clasped his hands to support his chin and said: "The God Game has been restarted countless times. If it is restarted again, I am afraid that mankind will become extinct."

Nangong Nan said: "Then try hard and do it once."

Song Chaoqian suddenly looked at Nangong Nan: "Big Wolf and the others might be dead."

Nangong Nan ate noodles and said, "I've seen a lot of dead people."

"You are indeed calm enough. No, ruthless is more appropriate."

Nangong Nan held the hand holding the chopsticks for a moment and asked him: "What is the purpose of your efforts to break through?"

Song Chaoqian said: "It's natural to win the game."

"I'm the same way. The mortality rate in the god game is very high, and every player doesn't know their fate at the next moment."

Nangong Nan picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth, and continued, "I thought every player was used to death and was mentally prepared."

Song Chaoqian said: "You are right."

He took a can of beer from his hand, opened it and took a sip.

"So I never make friends in games."

Nangong Nan: "You are very sober."

Song Chaoqian smiled and took another sip, "However, I am still very glad that you were assigned to this crystal ball. Although you are very sober, you are also afraid of being alone."

"Look."

He spread his arms and said, "There is no one in the huge restaurant. I remember when I first entered the game, it was full of people."

"Although most of them are voices of fear, at least they are lively."

"Slowly, the fear in the crystal ball disappeared. Everyone began to accept the reality and began to move towards the goal of winning."

“Then, in the blink of an eye, there’s no one left.”

"Haha." Song Chaoqian finished the drink and threw the beer can back. The empty can went into the trash can accurately.

Nangong Nan didn't say anything. She took the fungus and put it into her mouth, chewing it slowly.

She had experienced his mood before, but after two games she had gotten used to it.

He has a strong heart, and he just drinks to vent, and is tougher than most players.

Song Chaoqian looked at the girl and said after a while: "Nangong, you are, you are a great player."

Nangong Nan's expression remained unchanged, he lowered his eyes and drew a slight arc on his lips: "Do you hope that I am?"

"Hopefully, of course."

When he said this, he suddenly became very excited.

"If you are, the possibility of winning the game will increase, Nangong, you know? As long as you win the game, it doesn't matter even if this person is not me."

He half-closed his eyes, took another can of beer and opened it, "I don't want the game to restart again."

"I have parents, friends, and family. This is the end of the tragedy. I don't have any great love, but I worry about them."

This is probably the first time since he entered the game that he has shown his vulnerable side in front of the players.

Anyway, there were only two of them, so he had nothing to worry about.

Why do gods want to leave?