A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Plus, after drinking some wine, I could talk freely.

"Where's your family? Are they okay?"

Nangong Nan said: "I have no family, and all my brothers and sisters who were close to me are dead."

All died in the god game.

And she herself is the last person in tissue culture.

"Then you are really miserable."

Song Chaoqian couldn't drink enough. He was already dizzy after drinking two cans of beer.

He flattened the beer can and pointed his finger at the can, "So, we must win."

Nangong Nan raised his eyes, "We will win, no matter what the price."

Song Chaoqian smiled, threw it back, and the jar fell steadily into the trash can.

He stretched and said, "Then let's work hard together."

He chuckled twice, "I usually don't say such cheering words. I think it's childish and useless, just like a mantra. But at this moment, what else can I say except 'come on'."

He looked at Nangong Nan: "Little sister, if you are the only one who survives in the end, you must be happy."

"Of course." Nangong Nan continued to eat noodles, "As long as I win, I will be happy."

"good."

He slapped the table, and some of the soup in Nangong Nan's bowl jumped out.

"Be happy. Players are dead, but humans are not. After leaving here, it will be as lively as possible."

Nangong Nan picked up the bowl and drank the soup, and then ate the rest of the meal with a few chopsticks.

Then, he took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, "Let's vent here and get ready to enter the eighth round of the game."

Song Chaoqian stood up, staggered over and said, "Let's go sing. There is a microphone in my room."

Nangong Nan: "Did you bring the microphone in?"

"Hey, it's a reward from the game. When you sing, the NPC will dance, and your combat effectiveness will drop instantly."

Nangong Nan: "If a tone-deaf person sings, will the NPC's combat effectiveness increase?"

Song Chaoqian tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Am I tone-deaf? How is that possible? Come on, let you listen to my loud voice."

Nangong Nan: "..."

She refused directly: "It still doesn't work, I have to prepare for the next round of the game."

Song Chaoqian flicked his arm: "There are only you and me in this huge crystal ball. Who will sing with me when you leave? I am lonely as the sea, and who understands my boyish heart."

He covered his little heart and sobbed pitifully.

"..."

Nangong Nan looked around and felt it carefully.

Fortunately, there is no aura of god.

Otherwise, this drunken thing will exit the game early.

Nangong Nan stood up and said, "You'd better go to the Xingxing Bar, you will enter the game tomorrow."

Song Chaoqian obviously didn't listen to her words. He glanced at the wine cabinet from the corner of his eye and said excitedly: "Wait while I get a can of beer."

Nangong Nan: "I won't care about you if you get drunk."

"Drunk? Me? Let me tell you, I won't get drunk after a thousand cups."

"Come on, look at yourself in the mirror, do you believe it?"

"hey-hey."

Song Chaoqian's drunken giggle made him unsteady on his feet, "Then let's stop drinking. Let's go sing. Let's go."

"Not going."

"Let's go~" Song Chaoqian pulled her sleeves, "Now the only way to relieve the depressed mood is to sing."

"I'm not depressed."

"I'm depressed, little sister, please let me beg you. If I don't sing a song now, I feel uncomfortable."

——

The corridor is clean and bright. In the past, when walking in the corridor, you would encounter players coming and going, but now there is only silence.

Nangong Nan tidied his clothes, opened the door and walked in.

The god found a travel magazine from somewhere and was flipping through it.

Under the bright light, the light golden divine robe shone brightly, as if coated with a layer of halo.

He didn't turn around and said, "I put my clothes in order before I came in. When I opened the door, I smelled of alcohol."

He closed the magazine and turned back, looking at her with a half-smile, "Little girl, do you know what your series of actions are in a family drama?"

Nangong Nan: "Scumbag?"

The god raised his eyebrows, "He is very self-aware."

Nangong Nan walked over, hugged his arm and acted coquettishly, "It was Song Chaoqian who drank it. This child must have been oppressed by the game for too long, and there is no one in the crystal ball, so his psychological defense is a bit broken."

The god looked sideways at her, "So, you are going to be my close sister?"

Nangong Nan said: "He insisted that I sing with him, so I went. We were the only two players left in the crystal ball, even though I have always been a loner."

"However, I still hope that a few more people can survive. Really, too many people have died."

The god was thoughtful, his knuckled fingers caressed her slender face, and said, "Do you hate the gods' games?"

Nangong Nan leaned on him and said, "I hated you at first, but you said that the God Game is the salvation of mankind and is also born from mankind. I have other thoughts."

The god smiled, his smile was holy, peaceful and contagious.

In fact, as long as he appears and does nothing, people will be infected by his divine light, prostrate in awe, and feel peaceful and peaceful.

The god said: "Having said that, countless players have died in the god's game. If the world knows about my existence, they will definitely unite to kill me."

He turned his head and thought for a moment, then said seriously: "It's what you humans call the evil god. It's quite interesting to think about."

Nangong Nan: "Humans are weak in your eyes. Watching them struggle and resist, that's why it's interesting."

The god said: "In the eyes of God, all things form a world of their own, and there is no weak or small one."

The god pushed up his glasses and said, "Little girl, go take a bath. Since there are only two players left in the crystal ball, I won't care."

Nangong Nan laughed at him, "And he said he wasn't jealous."

The god's brows were gentle, with a peaceful and auspicious look on his face, "I didn't say that I'm not jealous, I just have a certain tolerance for all things."

Nangong Nan twitched the corner of his mouth, let go of his arm and stood up, "Lord God, my face is hot."

The god said slowly, "It won't be hot after you take a bath."

"..."

The two days in the crystal ball passed very slowly this time. In the past, she mostly ate and slept to recharge her batteries.

Nor does he communicate too much with players.

This time with the company of gods, just like in the real world, the two chatted and walked...

It's more everyday, without the tension in games, and you don't have to be on guard all the time.

It was a very relaxing and comfortable two days of "holiday".

Before entering the game, the god left first.

Nangong Nan got up early and went to the restaurant to have breakfast.

She was still eating noodle soup, and Song Chaoqian was already sitting in the restaurant.

There was no wine beside him, only a bowl of clear soup.

"Little sister, this is our farewell meal. Come on, let's have a drink and cheer for the eighth round."

He picked up his rice bowl, touched it with Nangong Nan's bowl, and then started eating.

After eating for a few times, he took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.