Yin Nian put Zhang Zhiyin on his bed and tapped his nose lightly.
At the same time, he whispered, "Brother bosom friend? He said he wanted to protect me? I didn't save you..."
That's what he said, but he couldn't restrain the intimacy between his actions. He rubbed the exposed neck of the man under the palm of his hand, and gently branded a shallow kiss on his face and neck.
The two previous contacts were like a gate to let go of the tiger, and once it was opened, it could never be closed again. He repeatedly kissed this person gently and repeatedly, but he still couldn't restrain the emotional tide that was about to overflow from his heart.
Yin Nian covered her head and let go of Zhang Zhiyin, standing up in a hurry, covering her eyes with her hands a little helplessly. He may be ill, like ordinary people, with some kind of disease. That's how it is, out of control.
Yin Nian doesn't seem to like too much space.
His room is not big, and it is full of things like notes, books, experimental equipment, desks, etc. There is only a small single bed in the corner, covered with white sheets, and even without pillows, look. It doesn't even look like sleeping for the living.
Now Zhang Zhiyin was lying on that bed.
Yin Nian stood beside him quietly and looked at him, and finally stretched out his hand to move the person to the other side, and squeezed up gently and carefully.
The two were lying side by side with no distance between them.
Yin Nian felt the atmosphere for a moment, closed his eyes with satisfaction, opened them quickly to confirm the people around him, and closed them again happily. The corners of his mouth curled up in a faint, seemingly smiling arc.
After another three minutes, Zhang Zhiyin's slightly anxious expression gradually disappeared, and the expression on his face became flat and mechanical.
Yin Nian slowly opened his eyes.
That person should have woken up.
Sure enough, holding him to sleep all night like that night was unattainable.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Zhang Zhiyin probably didn't know that there was a twenty-minute time difference between falling asleep in one world and waking up in another.
Zhang Zhiyin was absent-minded at work all day, always worried about whether he would die or not in the end. He has also figured out the law after so many times. If there are no special circumstances, generally speaking, if he sleeps at night, half a month will pass tomorrow in the world; but he works one day during the day and goes back to sleep at night. Hours, at most not more than ten hours, and sometimes only forty or fifty minutes have passed.
In the evening, Da Jia came to him with wine.
Da Yi just got a girlfriend, a colleague from the same company, and he has basically stopped hanging out with the two bachelors recently.
Dajia first cried about his tragic experience of blind date in the past two weeks. Seeing Zhang Zhiyin's indifferent appearance, he cried again about his cruelty.
Zhang Zhiyin was thinking about the other world, and when she heard the words, she said helplessly, "Then what do you say?"
Unexpectedly, Dajia's brain circuit is different from ordinary people. In this short one second, he quickly jumped to the channel and changed the topic, and returned to normal: "By the way, Zhiyin, "Tomorrow" was acquired, do you know?"
Zhang Zhiyin: "I don't know."
After thinking about it, he asked in a cooperative manner: "Who bought it? The management is not very good. Two days ago, I read the official website and said that the number of players has broken again."
"The original boss has made enough money and has already withdrawn from the game industry to toss the banking industry. But that is, the management has changed, and the other game teams should not have changed." Da Jia said, "The new one seems to be called 'Jinjiang'. It started as an online novel, or it specializes in novels that girls love to read, and it has been in business for more than ten years."
"A novelist who has nothing to do and play games..." Zhang Zhiyin said, unable to hide a faint worry in his heart - he was really worried that "Tomorrow" would not be able to operate and go bankrupt quickly after changing owners - in that case, how would he see the boss in the future
"This is the same as 'acting and singing' now. Don't we pay attention to the development and layout of the whole industry of intellectual property? Online novels are considered as upstream industries, while films and games are considered downstream. Valuable novels are all taken to filming Movies, game changes, and the acquisition of an existing well-made online game work as a forerunner to the online game industry is also quite normal. In order to enter the online literature industry, Ali did some novels and released pirated texts. Don't talk about the means. It's quite normal for an online literature company to come out to make games. In the past, Wanmei made games, but later I was afraid of going to movies? By the way, Wanmei also made a horizontal and vertical Chinese website, and later sold it to Baidu now…”
"..." Zhang Zhiyin was popularized, and in the end he could only say, "... oh."
Da Jia looked at his expression, and finally made a conclusion: "You are a Chinese student, and you don't even know this."
Zhang Zhiyin: Why should I, a Chinese learner, know this...
I just listened to Dajia casually adding: "I just heard that Jinjiang's server is not very good, their own website often can't log in and there are various problems, I don't know if you will be stuck playing games in the future... But even if Qinglang withdraws funds, Should the server be left?"
Inexplicably, the big blood-red "520 NOT FOUND" appeared in Zhang Zhiyin's mind before he woke up.
It was just after nine o'clock when I sent off Dajia.
Zhang Zhiyin was anxious to see if she was dead or not, and hurriedly boarded the game, planning to give the boss a box of chocolates before going offline. It turned out that even in reality, the game item store could not be opened. The official announcement said that it was a system problem in some areas and was being urgently repaired.
How much is this to lose. Zhang Zhiyin felt sorry for the game company. But there was no other way, hurriedly said good night to the boss, then went offline and went to bed.
At the same time, Yin Nian sat up as if he had a hunch, frowned slightly, touched Zhang Zhiyin's face, picked him up again, and walked into the space door.
When Zhang Zhiyin woke up, he found himself in a place not far from the base, which should be the resurrection point here.
He must still be dead. But this time it was a good death, and there was no pain.
There are many zombies wandering around, the number is several times the usual. He doesn't know how long it has been since he fell, and it seems that the base must have encountered an emergency.
Zhang Zhiyin frowned and opened the item store. This time it went well, in case the server could not connect again, he bought 10 flying flags and put them in his small space, and used one to fly back to the base.
Everyone at Yulin Base is desperately resisting.
Half of his body was charred black, but he still stood on the front line, summoning a metal thorn shield to attack the two leading thunder zombies.
The auxiliary group stood on the defensive tower and threw stones down and down.
Their faces were numb, and they no longer had the joy of hitting the zombies at first.
"Team leader, the defensive wall can't hold up anymore."
"We don't have much stone left."
"Have the first and second batches been withdrawn?"
"Withdrawn, the third batch is being prepared."
"Okay, let's hold on for a while."
The road to the north is still clean, and there are not many zombies. If you go from there, you should be able to find a big force that will take them in.
Since the end of the world, power users seem to be one level higher than ordinary people, and bullying the weak has become a matter of course. But not in Yulin base. Here, those left behind still believe that greater power means greater responsibility. Just like their leader, their captain, who clearly has the capital to seek a better way out, still chooses to stay.
Everyone resisted almost mechanically, just to hold on for a while longer, leaving more time for those who retreated. And they themselves will be the last to evacuate, and they will also be responsible for the breakup.
The leader wielded two fire dragons, attracting most of the attacks of the zombie leader. Just now, a thunderbolt slashed through his chest, but he seemed to be fine, still full of energy.
A precision ability user in the auxiliary group suddenly shouted with a trembling voice: "Look, is that the captain?!"
"Li Zhun!" The team leader immediately stopped him. Captain Zhang is no longer there, and he watched with his own eyes that the young man who always seemed to have a cold face and said nothing but was very reliable was smashed to ashes by the rapid lightning attack.
But he was soon speechless and could only repeat Lee Joon's words in disbelief—
"Captain, the captain is back!"