after an hour.
Jiang Fang stood in the kitchen of Nanzhou's family, holding the kitchen knife of Nanzhou's family, cutting the ingredients he stored in his backpack and collected from the "Homeland Island".
During the month they were inexplicably trapped in the game, they all lived on the food in their backpacks.
Jiang Fang is a bit of a collector.
Leaving a gap in all achievements was enough to make him uncomfortable.
Therefore, his collection of food, plants, tools, weapons, fishing objects, etc., are all complete.
Now, he has a dark yellow ripe mango and a bowl of white peaches that have been diced and soaked in cold water to keep them fresh.
Nan Zhou squatted beside the counter, and while curiously rolling the mangoes on the table, he asked earnestly, "Is it delicious to cook with fruit?"
"Yeah." Jiang Fang was wearing Nanzhou's apron and said gently, "If the oven at home can still be used."
The two looked like friends who had known each other for a long time.
In other words, Jiang Fang can quickly give this illusion to anyone.
Jiang Fang smiled and said to Nan Zhou, "Can you pick two more apples? The apple pie is delicious too."
Nan Zhou nodded, and took the dangling Nanjing Star holding the end of his hair, changed his slippers at the entrance, and turned around to go out the door.
The moment Nan Zhou's figure disappeared from the room, the tense muscles around everyone in the room loosened.
Some of the weapons hidden in their hands were soaked with sweat, and they were busy taking them out to maintain and wipe them.
Only Jiang Fang, with his head down, carefully served the mango peel, and put the ingredients for the fruit tart into the plate one by one.
Song Haining was at a loss: "Boss, what are you... doing?"
"What can I do? Of course I killed him."
Another male player with ear studs lowered his voice and said softly: "I've seen a lot of customs clearance techniques for the copy of "Eternal Day" in the forum. This boss is so awesome. Individuals may not really kill it. So you have to find a way to get close to it first, have a good relationship with it, and then kill it. If you kill it, you will be able to pass the test."
Saying that, he turned his face towards Jiang Fang eagerly like a sunflower: "Yes, boss."
The kitchen knife in Jiang Fang's hand landed on the cutting board with a sound, even and constant.
The clock in the house showed that it should be a quarter past seven in the evening.
The bright white light outside the window swallowed up all the colors, leaving only a colorful halo on the glass, and the visibility was less than 10 meters.
Fortunately, the apple tree was right in front of the small kitchen window.
As soon as he looked up, he could see a pair of long dangling legs hanging from the branch when Nan Zhou stepped on the branch to pick apples.
Jiang Fang looked away from the slender arc of his calf, and said with a smile: "Boss, you are right. Are there any other instructions?"
When Jiang Fang spoke, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.
But the others couldn't help but wince under his smile.
The man with earrings who gave his opinion noticed that the situation was wrong, Nuonuodi grinned and said with an apologetic smile: "Boss, I'll just say that casually..."
Song Haining was full of heart and eyes and only believed in Jiang Fang, and stared at him: "Boss, what are your plans?"
Jiang Fang lowered his eyes: "I've already thought about it."
The others couldn't help holding their breaths, intending to memorize every step of Jiang Fang's plan and implement it strictly.
It's the same thing they've done countless times over the past month in their near-deaths.
However, Jiang Fang's plan this time was unexpectedly simple.
He brought the mango-flavored fingertips to his lips, smeared the juice on his lips, and tried the sweetness.
"I'll take him away."
"Varied… "
Song Haining abruptly stood up from the chair, his voice changed so nervous: "Boss, are you kidding me?"
Jiang Fang glanced at her.
Song Haining immediately swallowed this stupid question and sat down obediently.
But her hands and legs on her knees trembled together, indicating her inner unease.
Jiang Fang calmly kneaded the apple, sugar and flour into a smooth dough: "I'm going to put him in the warehouse and take him away."
… storehouse
Song Haining reacted, and immediately got his idea: "So, he is our teammate?"
"Tame it and let the boss work for us?" The earring man's eyes lit up, but he couldn't hold back his stubbornness. "Boss, you are awesome."
Jiang Fang lowered his brows and eyes, noncommittal.
Song Haining was still a little uneasy: "Can living creatures be stored in the warehouse? If you put him in, what would happen..."
Jiang Fang didn't want to tell them about the fact that he had brought Antarctica in, and he didn't want them to know that he had a special preference for Nanzhou.
To be honest, there is no superfluous benefit other than affecting the stability of the team.
Jiang Fang said, "Not sure."
He raised his eyes and looked around at everyone: "But even if he dies, it's a way for us to pass the test. Will we have anything to lose?"
Jiang Fang paused for a while, then said, "...if he goes out alive, you all should be kind to him."
"Of course it is."
The man with earrings made an exaggerated movement of twisting his neck: "Little monster. It's fierce."
Under the double appeasement of Jiang Fang's firm tone and the earring man's witty words, the team members suddenly felt that the way forward was promising, and their expressions gradually relaxed.
They were standing or sitting in the apartment, and the man with ear studs even dared to explore the house.
He touched Nan Zhou's room, rummaged for a moment, and took out Nan Zhou's painting diary.
After turning two pages, he stood on the stairs, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Fang, and sighed: "Boss, it really looks like a person. Look, it will—"
Jiang Fang put down the formed pie in his hand.
Because his eyes are pale in color, when he looks at others without any emotion, it will give people the illusion of freezing.
"Yes, he is not human."
"So, if he kills you for your stupidity of peeking at your diary, I won't save you for the safety of others."
The man with the ear stud was silent, he hurriedly took the diary, fled back to Nanzhou's room, and obediently put it back in place.
Nan Zhou picked two good-looking apples, and then captured the South Pole Star who was trying to steal his apples, --gt;gt;
Only then did he jump down from the apple tree.
He opened the sliding window of the kitchen from the outside, and put two bright red apples beside Jiang Fang.
Afterwards, he leaned against the window with his arms folded and carefully watched every action of Jiang Fang making pie.
Jiang Fang was stunned as he looked at his medium-length hair that had been smeared out, and blinked with his blond eyelashes.
Blood was pouring out.
It was the vision that underpinned all his boyhood fantasies about friends.
It is his sun, Xinghe, and his friend Don Quixote who accompanies him to fight the windmill of life.
It was a dream that entrusted his sense of loneliness and belonging.
Now, he was right in front of him, a distance that could be touched with a raised hand.
Jiang Fang had long thought that his heartbeat would not speed up.
In his daze, he suddenly heard Nan Zhou ask curiously, "What are you laughing at?"
Jiang Fang raised his hand and touched his face, only to realize that his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the tips of his brows were all smiling.
This feeling of being out of control made Jiang Fang feel very uncomfortable.
He quickly converged his expression to a controllable range, and said gently, "I'm laughing at the pie. The pie doesn't even know how delicious it will be."
To his surprise, Nan Zhou was so coaxing to death.
He stared at the pie and nodded: "… ah."
One of them was doing it and the other was watching.
Jiang Fang bit the inside of his lip, deliberately controlling his expression, but when he added apples to the pot to make the filling, he couldn't help but put a little more, and a little more.
…
In order to avoid the harassment of other lights, the group simply slept in Nan Zhou's house.
In the comic book world, the protagonist's house is always enigmatically large enough for them to settle down.
The others spread out consciously, settled in their own places, and handed over the matter of "negotiation" to their boss with confidence.
Jiang Fang sat on the edge of Nan Zhou's desk, pretending that he was here for the first time, but his fingertips were fiddling with the jagged edges of the newly painted jar and vase on the table.
It was almost midnight, and it was still bright outside.
He glanced out the window and asked, "How do you sleep at night?"
Nan Zhou was opposite, holding the hard-shell diary, glanced at Jiang Fang, and scribbled a few strokes on the paper: "I'm used to it."
Nan Zhou asked, "Why do you care about this?"
Jiang Fang: "Shouldn't it be?"
Nan Zhou thought for a while: "I don't know. No one else has cared about it."
After discovering the opportunity, Jiang Fang decisively and cautiously introduced the theme: "So, can we... make friends."
Nan Zhou paused for a moment, imitating his tone: "... 'friend'?"
Jiang Fang: "Do you know what a friend is?"
Nan Zhou: "Well. I know. I read it in the book. Later, some people wanted to make 'friends' with me. But they all wanted to kill me."
Jiang Fang thought of the dazzling wounds on Nan Zhou's shoulders in the library again, his eyebrows frowned for a moment, and then quickly released them.
Jiang Fang said, "That's not a friend. Let me do it and try it out."
Nan Zhou continued to scribble and paint: "Are those people outside your friends too?"
Jiang Fang put his arm on the back of the chair and said easily: "That's not a friend, that's a teammate."
Nan Zhou asked seriously, "What's the difference between friends and teammates?"
Jiang Fang put his finger to his lips: "Well... if you are a friend, I can take you away and take you to other places."
The pencil in Nan Zhou's hand stopped.
He looked up and asked, "Can you take me away?"
Jiang Fang: "Well."
Nan Zhou: "Where will we go?"
Jiang Fang said frankly: "Those of us have tried many methods, but we can't get out of this game. So, if we take you out, we will take you to adventures in various dungeons. In short, it is a very dangerous thing."
Nan Zhou's expression didn't change much: "... Hmm."
Jiang Fang laughed: "What does 'uh' mean?"
Nan Zhou put the painting book on his knees, and said dignifiedly, "It means yes."
Jiang Fang did not expect it to be so easy.
The belly draft that he had prepared was immediately discarded, making him feel that he should say something right away to express his welcome to his new friend.
Nan Zhou transferred the sketchbook to the bed and placed the pencil firmly on it: "Then as a 'friend', can I make an opinion?"
Jiang Fang: "Of course."
Nan Zhou stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Fang's left wrist, and grabbed Jiang Fang's collar with his other hand. He pushed him all the way to the wall, raised his left hand, and slammed into the wall—
The gleaming dagger pointed its head out from between Jiang Fang's cuffs under the violent impact.
- This dagger, Jiang Fang can hold it firmly in his palm with just a slight shake of his hand.
Nan Zhou looked into Jiang Fang's eyes and lowered his voice: "Don't take a knife. Don't be afraid of me. I'm not that scary."
Jiang Fang was pressed against the wall by him, unable to move, and he didn't consciously breathe quickly.
For a while, the room was silent.
The fluctuations of the Adam's apple of the two were slightly violent and out of control.
But in the next second, Jiang Fang shrugged, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "I accept it."
Nan Zhou put down his hand, raised his hand to smooth out the folds of the clothes on his chest, folded back to the side of the bed, and picked up the drawing book again.
Jiang Fang took out the dagger, closed the sheath, put it back into the backpack, and asked casually, "What are you painting?"
"Draw you."
Nan Zhou is unusually honest.
He turned the picture book over and faced Jiang Fang.
With a tone of confession, he said sincerely—
"Draw a friend."
…
Therefore, Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou, holding a riddled apple beside him in a trance. I am a friend.
But looking at Nan Zhou's face, Jiang Fang felt sour for a while, and finally laughed softly.
Fortunately, the bond between people is always as long as the wind. :,