Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 193 Research Institute 12: He is my king

"Hey——" Little Shark Qian Youlin stretched out a hand: "That makes sense!"

Sheng Nancheng chuckled: "Yeah, right."

After that, everyone chatted for a while, and when 20:30 arrived, He Feng began to feel sleepy on time.

After his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was repaired, He Feng was no longer so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but it had indeed become a habit and he had begun to feel sleepy.

The players were not ignorant either. Seeing that the boss was beginning to feel sleepy, they said hello and retreated. Only Shang Qian stayed and relied on a few others.

"So why can't Chengcheng sleep with me?" Shang Qian had a smile on his face. Although it looked like a smile, it gave people a very dangerous feeling: "Is it safe to sleep with you?"

"Stay away from him." Lu Ming's face was expressionless, still with a bitter look on his face: "You have nothing to say to him."

“Heh.” Shang Qian took a step closer. The two of them were about the same height. He looked Lu Ming in the eye and said, “How do you know there isn’t one? It’s not up to you to decide.”

Lu Ming looked into Shang Qian's eyes without answering. The atmosphere between the two was tit-for-tat.

Sheng Nancheng, who was at the center of the dispute, sat aside, holding a handful of melon seeds and chatting with Qian Youlin beside him.

"I think." The little crybaby spat out a melon seed shell: "They should be together."

Qian Youlin almost choked on his saliva. He coughed twice and looked at Sheng Nancheng fiercely: "Bao'er! Are you serious?"

“Not really.” Sheng Nancheng continued to eat melon seeds: “I just feel like they are really ambiguous.”

Hearing this, Qian Youlin observed Monk Lu Ming and Qian Qian.

You know what, the distance is really close.

However, Qian Youlin was more curious about one thing, so he asked quietly, "Hey, Bao'er, why do you like Mr. Lu?"

"Ah." Sheng Nancheng blinked: "Guess?"

In response he was slapped in the face by the top brother on the list.

Sheng Nancheng laughed a few times and dodged it slightly.

In fact, the reason why he fell in love with Lu Ming was really strange.

Maybe it was the bone broth hotpot on the cleaned picnic blanket, maybe it was the sour lemon candies and cookies all night long, or maybe it was the patience that was only for him.

Or maybe, it was the action of someone pulling himself behind him when he encountered danger.

"Is there a reason for liking you?" Sheng Nancheng leaned his head on his knees, a smile on his lips: "Is there a reason why you like Brother Qi?"

Qian Youlin paused, then he started laughing too, looking like he was in a very good mood.

Yes, what reason could there be to like someone, especially his brother and brother-in-law. These two fell in love at first sight four times. The reason can’t be that they are attracted to each other, right?

"But I think my favorites have flavors. They taste like various candies and cookies." Sheng Nancheng took out a bunch of fruit candies from his backpack. He held them in front of Qian Youlin and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat them?"

When they were on Player Island before, after he mentioned that lemon candy was sour, Lu Ming specially made some candies with other flavors for him.

However, most of them are lemon-flavored, and Sheng Nancheng accepts all of them. They are all delicious anyway.

Qian Youlin was also a little curious. He took out a lemon-flavored lollipop, peeled it, and put it in his mouth. It immediately tasted sour.

“Eh!” Qian Youlin frowned, his face full of disgust: “So sour!”

Sheng Nancheng disagreed: "Sweet!"

“So sour!”

"Sweet!"

The two childish ghosts began to refute each other, and the two people who were arguing stopped.

Shang Qian found it a little funny to see Sheng Nancheng arguing his point.

"He was seven years old when he first ate candy." Shang Qian fell into memory: "He left half for me, saying, this thing is very sweet, I must try it."

Lu Ming lowered his eyes: "He will have endless candies to eat in the future."

"Yes." Shang Qian nodded, "Be nice to him, otherwise I will take you with me even if I die."

"I don't understand you. What do you mean?" Lu Ming was puzzled. He asked directly: "Maybe it's not too late now."

"Yeah, it's still early." Shang Qian sneered, he raised his left hand and held his neck: "But I like to go all the way, I won't look back, don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and found an empty tent and went in.

The quarrel outside about whether it was sour or not was still going on, but Qi Guanju and Lu Ming seemed to be breaking up the quarrel.

Shang Qian raised his hands, crossed his palms and tightly grasped his own neck.

In the dim light, he seemed to see a man and a leopard standing in front of him and looking at him quietly.

"Are you feeling sorry for me too?" Shang Qian asked in a hoarse voice, confused: "Really? Are you feeling sorry for me too?"

The man moved, and it seemed as if he reached out to cover Shang Qian's eyes.

The ears became quiet, and the main personality fell into a deep sleep.

Shi Fu opened his eyes and looked at the tent above his head without reacting.

After a while, he bought a pen and a notebook, and wrote his name and a sentence on the title page.

The beastly personality in his body felt a little sad, and Shi Fu comforted him with a few words.

"This is a good thing." Shi Fu looked at the sentence and couldn't help but write a few more words on it: "He is stronger than we thought."

It gradually became quiet outside. Shi Fu wrote three or four pages in total and finally finished the last sentence. He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his sore wrists, and quickly drove out the main personality.

Shang Qian only remembered that he had a nap and then opened his eyes. In front of him was a notebook as big as an A4 paper, which was filled with instructions.

There was still some warmth on the pen on the other side, probably because it had just been finished.

Shang Qian didn't have any extra expression. He carefully browsed the contents of the notes, reading them word by word, cherishing them very much.

Until the end, Shang Qian saw those threatening words.

"I'll kill you if you hurt yourself again."

He sneered, took out a dagger, pointed it at his arm and stabbed it.

"Time binding, huh?" Shang Qian was very disdainful. He raised his injured arm and said, "Look, you're hurting yourself."

The time binding trapped in Shang Qian's body: ...

This broken kid.

The leopard looked up at Shi Fu and whimpered, as if blaming him.

However, Shang Qian was extremely happy. This time he did not wait for the wound to heal automatically. Instead, he bought a bottle of healing potion and drank it as if he had taken the wrong medicine, then lay down in his sleeping bag and fell asleep.

Time bound?

This name doesn't seem very thoughtful at all.

Also, what are you binding?

Whoever he wants to tie up, that's it.

Shang Qian laughed a few more times, turned his head, buried his head in the quilt and quickly fell asleep.

Never mind, just tie him up.

Now that he fully understood what Shang Qian was thinking, he felt helpless.

So coaxing.

No one else knew what was happening here. There were four tents in the laboratory.

Except for Shang Qian, everyone else lived together in pairs. It is worth mentioning that in the end Lu Ming still couldn't sleep in the same tent with Sheng Nancheng.

Maybe He Feng was still thinking about his own cabbage. Even though he had lost his memory, he was still strong enough to let the wild boar Lu Ming stay away from his cabbage.

There is also Qi Guanju. Although he and Qian Youlin have been together for a long time, he still received an ID card from He Feng.

He is more or less a wild boar.

Before going to bed, He Feng was very sleepy, but he still had the strength to stick his head out of Shen Zishu's arms and warn the two humans to stay away from his little experimental subject.

So in the end, Lu Ming and Qi Guanju were in the same tent, and Sheng Nancheng and Qian Youlin were in another.

He Feng’s live broadcast room was filled with laughter from the first night to the next day.

There were also some who had just returned and were laughing out loud at the comments for some reason.

The copy time was 7:30 in the morning, and the biological clock rang on time. He Feng was a little dazed in his sleep. He subconsciously touched his arm, but something suddenly grabbed his wrist. He Feng opened his eyes suddenly.

"Morning." Shen Zishu came closer and kissed He Feng's lips: "What do you want to eat?"

The ocean overlord, whose brain was a little out of order, smacked his lips and began to order: "Small wontons?"

Shen Zishu smiled, rubbed He Feng's head, and got up to prepare dinner.

As he left, the studio also left, and the newcomers began to wonder.

[Hey? Why did the live broadcast room follow our brother-in-law? I want to see the handsome guy’s awakening picture! ]

[Wow, what a novel feeling! Today’s host is our Goff! Yay!]

[Also, what are you laughing at?]

The comments were full of doubts, but no one answered them. Those who knew the reason just smiled and refused to say anything.

So, while those people were confused, the tent next to them moved, and Qi Guanju walked out first.

They greeted each other enthusiastically across the live broadcast room, not caring whether Qi Guanju could see them or not, and they all speculated whether the number one brother on the list was still sleeping.

But there was someone following closely behind Qi Guanju, so under the very heated gazes in the live broadcast room, Lu Ming came out.

Audience: ...Huh?

[No? What happened! Help! What’s going on! Where’s my CP!]

[I cried, family, what's going on, don't do this, I'm really scared.]

[Ah? Ah? Ah? What’s going on? Where’s my top brother? Where’s my crybaby? What’s going on? Are you going to break up our relationship? Stop it!]

The audience who had just arrived were very confused, while those who knew the reason were already laughing so hard that they were rolling on the ground, but no one wanted to explain.

"Good morning." Qi Guanju greeted Shen Zishu. After washing up, he walked over and started making breakfast with Shen Zishu: "Wontons?"

Shen Zishu responded, and Lu Ming joined in, and the three of them began to make wontons.

He Feng also got up. He did not join the group making breakfast. After washing up, he went straight into the water, swam two laps and stretched his body.

The fish tail swayed among the corals. He Feng couldn't tell why, but he always felt that he would not be able to do it well, so he might as well swim two laps.

With his long inky black hair spread out, He Feng turned around with a smile on his lips and a swing of his tail. Beside him were the koi fish that were released yesterday, swimming around him one after another, looking very eye-catching and beautiful.

There were two helpers this time, so Shen Zishu's workload was not heavy. He looked up at the young man swimming in the water tank. His chest gradually filled up, and his mood became much better.

[Frog fun! Mermaid Hege! Ahhhh! Hege is so beautiful! Brother Fu, you eat so well!]

[Help! Those fishes swimming around with Brother He are so beautiful! They are so kind to my eyes! It diluted my shock when Qi Guan and Lu Zong appeared from the same tent.]

[It would have been fine if you hadn’t mentioned the previous part, but now that you’ve mentioned it, I remember it again.]

In the end, the result of their discussion was that some accident had occurred, which resulted in the No. 1 brother on the list and the little crybaby not being able to be in the same copy with them, so the two of them lived together.

Those who know the truth of the matter still keep silent. Well, they are just playing.

Then, the tent behind Qi Guanju opened, and two dazed-looking people came out from inside.

"Good morning." Qian Youlin yawned as he greeted him. He lay on top of Qi Guanju as if he knew where to go. "What are you doing?"

"Make breakfast." Qi Guanju lowered his head and kissed Qian Youlin's forehead: "Fresh meat wontons, you said you wanted to eat it before."

"Oh!" Qian Youlin opened his eyes and said happily: "Great!"

Sheng Nancheng also looked sleepy. He walked over and climbed onto Qian Youlin's back: "Great!"

Audience: ...?

[No, well, I don’t understand it anymore.]

[After two 1s came out of the tent, I got another shock and two 0s came out of the tent together.]

[Hiss, something is not right.]

The barrage of comments that found something wrong quickly flooded into Qian Youlin and Sheng Nancheng's live broadcast room, and a large number of questions came, waking up the top brother on the list.

"Huh? What do you mean two 1s sleeping together?" Qian Youlin was a little confused. It took him a while to react: "Oh, this, my brother said he was afraid that wild boars would eat his cabbage, so he put me and the crybaby together."

"Also, my brother has lost his memory." Sheng Nancheng rubbed his eyes, climbed up from Qian Youlin's body, and went to the side to wash up: "By the way, let me introduce you, this is not my brother, it's our king!"

"What do you want me to do?" Hearing the noise, He Feng swam over with his tail swung, "What's the problem?"

Sheng Nancheng waved his hand and continued brushing his teeth, but he was already thinking about what kind of skirt he should trick his brother into wearing today.

The six members of the family-annihilation organization all got up, and Shang Qian also climbed up. There were a few more pages in last night's notebook. He took it and read it bit by bit, feeling even more helpless.

Even though they share the same body, their styles are very different; one is sharper at the turns, while the other is full of wildness.

Shang Qian held the pen cap in his mouth and slowly wrote down his thoughts.

His handwriting now is the same as that in the first few pages, but very different from that in the last few pages.

However, this time he did not come out on his own initiative, but was replaced by the main personality after being urged.

It's so cute.

Shang Qian thought that the tip of the pen was sharper than the last one. After he finished writing, he lowered his head suddenly, but raised it again after a few seconds and began to look through the pages happily.

"Shi, Shang Qian! It's time to eat!"

There was an urging sound outside the tent. Shang Qian responded, quickly read the last line of words, and went out beautifully.

His smiling look stunned Sheng Nancheng who was waiting outside.

"What are you standing for?" Shang Qian was a little confused: "Didn't we say we were going to eat?"

After he finished speaking, he left. Sheng Nancheng looked at his back and followed him.

The ingredients for the wontons had been placed at the bottom of the bowls. Qi Guanju was scooping wontons into each bowl, and Shen Zishu was wiping He Feng's hair.

Sheng Nancheng sat down. He suddenly moved closer to Lu Ming and said with some sadness in his voice, “I just saw Brother Shi from a long time ago.”