Chapter 242 real world

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, although he guessed what Io thought about him, but when this sentence really appeared in front of him, it was different.

Maybe they’ve been together for too long, but just looking at this news, Wen Qing’s low, hoarse voice automatically played in his mind, as if Io was saying this in his ear.

can you like me?

Can you like me?

…

The tips of Wen Qing’s ears were hot, and the phone in her palm was also hot for some reason.

He hurriedly tossed his phone aside and didn’t reply to the message.

Wen Qing hurriedly drank a whole glass of water, trying to calm down, his mind kept flashing over his relationship with Io, with 001, and with other people.

In the real world, he only regards Io as the head of the dormitory, as a good friend, and has no other thoughts.

After entering the other world, I met Bai Tong, Xing Ze, Jiang Yan and others, and they were also friends who passed the dungeon together.

As for 001…

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and after 001 led the way, he has been with him and helped him.

For 001, he is somewhat dependent on Io who is pretending to be a personal system.

Will want to chat with him to relieve boredom, will help him…

After a long while, Wen Qing put down the water glass, picked up the remote control, and wanted to watch a TV movie to adjust her mood.

He casually pressed a station. There was a love variety show on TV. The host smiled and looked at the female guest and asked, “Do you really only think of him as a friend?”

The female guest nodded.

The host asked again: “What about him? Does he only consider you a friend?”

Wen Qing’s eyelids jumped, and she immediately changed the channel.

This time it is a **** TV series. The heroine picked up the water glass and splashed the hero’s face with water, and sneered: “Friend? Will my friend kiss before?”

Wen Qing: “…”

He changed the channel expressionlessly and switched to the movie channel, which was playing a warm and healing movie.

The middle-aged woman warmly said to the protagonist: “The good feelings towards friends are different from the good feelings towards future lovers. Don’t suppress your emotions.”

Wen Qing: “…”

He turned off the TV, got up and walked to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning for a while, still couldn’t fall asleep.

My mind is full of Io’s things, Io’s words, Io’s confession.

After a long while, Wen Qing couldn’t help but picked up the phone and glanced at it.

Io didn’t send him a new message, and the dialog box still stayed in that confession.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and put the phone back again.

As soon as it was put under the pillow, the phone vibrated.

Wen Qing took it out immediately, there was a small red dot on WeChat.

When I opened it, it wasn’t Io, it was the monitor’s message.

Monitor: [Wen Qing, are you asleep? 】

Squad leader: [You didn’t confirm the notice in the penguin group. 】

Monitor: [Teacher has something to do, tomorrow morning’s economics session is canceled. 】

Wen Qing: [Okay, I see, thank you monitor. 】

Wen Qing: [There are a lot of things in the past two days, so I didn’t watch the class. 】

Squad leader: [It’s alright, I thought you were asleep, I wanted to remind you by private chat, lest you go away tomorrow for nothing. 】

There are so many things that have happened in the past two days, Wen Qing didn’t even touch the phone, let alone see the news of the class.

Wen Qing clicked on the penguin and saw the notice from the group.

Temporary notice an hour ago.

Although the news of the class group is blocked, but the announcement notifying the news of @all staff will still have a small red dot pop up.

Why didn’t he see it?

Just thinking about it, the phone suddenly vibrated and a WeChat phone popped up.

It’s not Yiou, it’s Song Qiang’s phone.

Wen Qing picked up the phone, and Song Qiang’s whirring voice came from the other end: “Wen Qing, it’s almost time, aren’t you going back to the dormitory today?”

Wen Qing replied: “The door is under control.”

“The access control is fine,” Song Qiang paused and said to him, “The door on the north side can be opened from the inside, do you want me to open it for you?”

Wen Qing: “No need, it’s too late today.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Okay, that…” Song Qiang hesitated and didn’t hang up, as if he still had something to ask him.

Wen Qing wondered: “What’s wrong?”

“That’s it…” Song Qiang pondered for a while, and asked him directly, “Are you still angry with Io?”

Wen Qing was stunned, how could Song Qiang know?

Song Qiang sighed and said to him, “Io said, you’re mad at him.”

“I thought the two of you wouldn’t quarrel. Since the second year of sophomore year, as long as there are no classes and no part-time jobs, you and Io are always sticking together, and you look more like a couple than a couple.”

Hearing the sensitive word couple, Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked tentatively, “Is Io not in the dormitory now?”

“Not here.” Song Qiang’s voice paused, as if checking whether Io was in the dormitory or not.

Soon, he continued: “I don’t know where to go, I didn’t tell us.”

Wen Qing snorted, hesitated for a moment, and asked hesitantly, “Song Qiang, have you ever been in love?”

Song Qiang said immediately: “I, of course I talked about it!”

“And we have talked a lot and have a rich history of relationships!”

In order to hide his guilty conscience, the volume of his second sentence increased a lot. Xu Fengfeng, who was playing games on the side, couldn’t help but glance at him and said to the phone, “You talked about—”

Song Qiang covered the word “fart” back in his mouth.

Song Qiang winked at Xu Fengfeng, motioning him not to make trouble, then cleared his throat and asked, “Why did you ask this all of a sudden?”

Wen said slowly, “just… what does it feel like to like someone?”

Song Qiang’s eyes lit up, thinking that this question must be asked for Io. After knowing that a person is in a state of love, Wen Qing will not blame Io.

Song Qiang organized some words and said to Wen Qing, “When you like someone, you will always think of him.”

Wen Qing thought about it, and he didn’t seem to think about Io that much.

Song Qiang: “I want to see him, I want to touch him.”

Wen Qing’s mind suddenly popped out of what Zeng Jin said to 001.

【If only you had a body. 】

【I can touch you. 】

He bent his fingers, buried himself in the quilt, and lowered the heat on his face with the cool sheet.

Song Qiang is still saying: “And he will involuntarily ignore things other than him, so he may ignore friends.”

Hearing this sentence, Wen Qing immediately confirmed the news in the penguin colony.

“As for this, it’s normal. As good friends, we shouldn’t care about this, right?”

Although Wen Qing didn’t know why Song Qiang said the last sentence, she still hummed.

Song Qiang’s relieved voice came from the other end of the phone: “Just figure it out.”

Wen Qing: “I-I didn’t figure it out!”

Putting those words down, he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Heart beating like a drum.

On the other side, in the dormitory, Song Qiang looked at the darkened mobile phone screen in distress, wondering, “Isn’t it okay in the beginning?”

“How do you get anxious at the end?”

Xu Fengfeng pondered Wen Qing’s reaction for a while, but always felt a little strange.

He said suspiciously: “Why do I feel that Wen Qing’s question just now is not for Io, but more like he is consulting emotional issues.”

“Wen Qing, shouldn’t he have someone he likes?”

“Impossible,” Song Qiang scratched his head, “I didn’t see him staying with anyone.”

“Everyone who confessed to him before has refused again.”

Song Qiang vowed: “I haven’t heard a name other than Io from him in the past few months.”

Xu Fengfeng narrowed his eyes and said slowly, “Could it be… Wen Qing still doesn’t know the name of the person he likes?”

Song Qiang: “…”

With a “click”, the bedroom door opened.

Io walked into the room and glanced at them: “Who do you like?”

Song Qiang stared at him for a while, then said hesitantly, “That’s right, Wen Qing and I were chatting about relationship issues just now.”

Io paused and asked casually, “Who took the initiative?”

Song Qiang told the truth: “I called him, but he asked me about the relationship first.”

Io lowered his eyelashes and chuckled.

Song Qiang got goosebumps from his laughter. Io usually looks lazy and can laugh, but not like this.

He couldn’t help but took two steps back: “How can you laugh, laugh so…”

Io looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: “What?”

Song Qiang thought for a while, and then said precisely, “Slutty.”

“Laughing so lewdly.”

Io: “…”

Xu Fengfeng looked at him strangely: “What are you laughing at?”

Io went to the table, pulled out the chair, and said casually, “I’m happy.”

Song Qiang didn’t think about it, and continued, “I haven’t finished talking yet, and Wen Qing suddenly talked about love.”

“I think it’s because you’re in love, and Xu Fengfeng thinks it’s because Wen Qing has someone he likes.”

“Io, who do you think is right between us?”

Io turned on the computer and said slowly, “You are both right.”

Song Qiang: “???”

Too perfunctory!

Xu Fengfeng: “???”

Seems like something really isn’t right.

Io sat in front of the computer, tapped the keyboard, and opened Sikong’s program.

[He represents nature, earth and sky. 】

[He loves human beings, loves animals, and loves every life in every small world. 】

[He couldn’t bear to let the players in the other world disappear, and created a small world to give them a second chance. 】

Ioche looks at the other two programs.

Yu Xing is still happily breaking up the young couple.

Ji Yu lives an ordinary life in Vancouver.

are running stably.

“By the way,” Song Qiang leaned over to Yiou, “Wen Qing didn’t come back today, not yesterday.”

He looked up and down Io, looked at the thick hair more, and asked, “Io, are you really good at fortune-telling or are you blind?”

Io: “Of course.”

Song Qiang asked curiously, “Why do you count?”

Io: “Because I’m smart.”

Song Qiang: “…”

After a moment of silence, he asked awkwardly, “Then can you count for me?”

Io was in a good mood now, nodded and said, “What do you want?”

Song Qiang immediately asked, “Will the teacher call names in my class tomorrow morning?”

Io spit out a word: “Yes.”

Song Qiang sighed faintly and patted Xu Fengfeng on the shoulder: “Go to bed quickly, tomorrow morning class.”

After finishing speaking, he continued to ask Io: “When do you think I will have a chance to get rich?”

“Does this require a birth date? I’ll ask my mother…”

“You don’t need the birth date,” Io tilted his head, glanced at Song Qiang, and said slowly, “I won’t be rich in this life, but my life will be smooth.”

“If you want to get rich… in the next life.”

Song Qiang: “…”

Io tapped the table with his fingertips and said lazily, “I’ll help you get rich in the next life.”

For the sake of that phone call just now.