Wen Qing paused with his fingertips, he didn't know how to explain, should he just tell Io that I doubt you are human? So I touched it twice
Wen blinked lightly, looked at the right hand grabbed by Io, and hummed with a broken jar.
Io laughed softly.
Wen Qing's palm could feel a slight vibration in his chest.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and tried to shrink his hands, but Io gripped even tighter.
Io's hand was a circle bigger than his, and it could easily wrap around his hand, and pressed his fingers against his fingers.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and it had to be said that the chest muscles felt pretty good.
"Is it easy to touch?" Io looked down at him, his brows were slightly raised, and there was a little playfulness in his eyes.
Inevitably, Wen Qing's cheeks showed two touches of heat, he pulled out his hand vigorously, and said dryly: "It's okay, keep working hard."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Io's chest, putting on a good posture for the two brothers.
With a click, the bedroom door was suddenly opened.
Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng ran in in a hurry: "I forgot to bring my computer."
"Xiao Wang's text message didn't remind me to bring it."
The two took their laptops and hurried out of the dormitory.
Wen Qing quickly put down her hand, her heart beating fast.
He was just about to be thankful that Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng didn't seem to notice him and Io just now, but then the door was quietly pushed open again.
Half of Song Qiang's face was exposed.
He narrowed his eyes, looked at Wen Qing suspiciously, and then at Io: "What were you two doing just now?"
"Why do I see that you seem to be touching your chest?"
Wen Qing's expression froze.
Io nodded, and said lightly, "Well, Wen Qing covets my pectoral muscles."
"Touched twice while you were away."
Wen Qing: "..."
Song Qiang glanced at Iou's figure, he had all the pectoral and abdominal muscles, and the standard undressed and fleshy clothes made him look thinner.
Not to mention Wen Qing, he is envious.
Song Qiang muttered in a low voice: "I wanted to touch you last time and told me to get lost..."
Xu Fengfeng's cursing voice came from the corridor: "Hurry up, it's too late."
"Here we come," Song Qiang said while closing the door, "Iou, which gym you go to will send it to me, and the coach will also send it to me!"
With a click, the bedroom door was closed again.
Wen Qing leaned back in the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Io in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Why the theme of infinity?"
Io leaned lazily on the table: "This subject has become popular recently, and it hasn't appeared in the game yet. It's an innovative plan."
"The teacher should be satisfied."
After speaking, he tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing with a smile in his eyes: "Otherwise? Why do you think it is?"
When Io smiled, his long and narrow eyes slightly curved, giving the impression that he was looking at you affectionately.
Wen Qing seemed to be burned by his gaze, she looked away, not daring to look directly into Io's eyes.
He shook his head and said, "Nothing."
"I'll just ask."
Wen gently frowned, staring at Io's hand on the table, fingers bent, pointing to the table, looking in a good mood.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, he and Io knew each other before entering the dungeon...
What could be the relationship between Io and 001
In my mind, I couldn't help comparing the words and deeds of Io with 001 and the housekeeper.
In contrast, 001 is more rigid because of the shackles of the rules.
And Io is more casual, like... 001 who got rid of the shackles.
Wen Qing was in a daze, and suddenly, Io's breath was suppressed.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Io slowly leaning over, with his hands resting on the back of his chair.
Wen Qing subconsciously leaned back, her shoulder blades touched Io's fingers, which were hot.
As if seeping into his skin through the clothes, Wen Qing felt a little dry inexplicably.
He quickly asked: "What's the matter?"
Yiou bent down, wrapped Wen Qing in his arms, and got closer to him: "I also have something to ask you."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Io stared into his dark eyes and asked, "Who were you thinking about when you looked at me just now?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Io said flatly, "You were looking at another person through me just now."
This time it's a statement, not a question.
Wen Qing knew that it was useless to deny it now, so she simply said vaguely: "A friend."
Eo's brows and eyes stretched out, and the tip of his index finger hooked the warm at-shirt cuff: "Who?"
The sleeve seemed to be stained with Io's body temperature, and rubbing against his arm, there was a vague itching.
Wen Wei turned sideways slightly, avoiding Io's restless fingers, and said casually, "You don't know me even if I tell you."
The corners of Io's lips raised slightly: "Maybe I know him?"
Wen Qing pinched his palms, looked up at Io, and said three words: "He's dead."
The corner of Io's lips froze: "Huh?"
Wen Qing paid attention to his expression and reaction, and said without changing his face: "He was born weak, with low body temperature and irregular heartbeat."
"I just thought you looked a bit alike, so I couldn't help touching you."
Seeing Wen Qing who spoke so convincingly, Io couldn't help but chuckled, guessing what he was planning.
Wen Qing asked, "Why are you so interested in my friend?"
"Hmm..." Io said slowly, dragging his voice, "I love Wujiwu."
Wen Wei frowned slightly, and was about to ask a question, when the phone rang suddenly.
It's Io's phone.
Yi Ou took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Wen Qing, "It's a senior with the same subject."
Wen lightly sighed, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, why did he tell him this
Io answered the phone in front of him: "Yes."
"Planning is being conceived."
"Okay, it will probably take a few days."
"good."
Yi Ou hung up the phone, took out the computer from his bag, and put it on Wen Qing's desk.
Before Wen Qing could speak, he pulled his chair to Wen Qing's desk, sat down, and turned on the computer.
The table is not big, it is very spacious for Wen Qing to sit alone, but for two people, plus Io as the other person, it seems crowded.
Wen Qing can stick to Io's arm with any casual movement.
He pursed his lips and asked, "Why don't you go to your own table?"
Io tapped the keyboard and said casually: "I want to write a plan, and I need your opinion."
He glanced at Wen Qing's thin white arm, and said casually: "You can also feel my body temperature now."
"Whether it's true or not."
Wen Qing: "..."
He moved the chair to the side, made a little space with difficulty, and asked, "What else do you want to ask?"
Io tapped the keyboard and said, "Now there are four gods."
Wen Qing was taken aback: "Aren't there three?"
"There are three gods in the game dungeon," Io paused, and turned his head to look at him, "there is also the main god."
"The mythology of each series has a strict system, and the status of gods and gods must be clearly distinguished. For the theme of infinite stream, first of all, a main god can be determined to be responsible for the rules and systems of the entire game."
"He is also God's Punisher, who can punish and restrict other gods."
Wen Qing stared at him blankly: "And then?"
Io continued: "Under the main god is the god you just mentioned."
"It is equivalent to the big boss of the dungeon. They are gods in their own dungeon, have absolute control, and restrict each other with the main god. Outside the dungeon, it is different."
"The question now is, what should the three gods be responsible for?"
Io clicked the mouse and looked at Wen Qing: "What do you think?"
"I..." Wen Qing opened his mouth, swallowed back the three words "I don't know", and said tentatively, "Nature, desire and giving."
Io nodded, with some doubts in his eyes: "Why?"
Wen Qing looked at his expression, wondering if it was just an act or the real thing.
He said vaguely: "I said it casually."
Io supported his chin with one hand, nodded and said, "You can say whatever you want."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Io said slowly: "Nature is the script of the world, the foundation of the world."
"Desire can represent many things, and there are restrictions on monsters and players in the game."
"As for giving..." He paused, and said casually, "It's very good for players."
"Zizi—"
"Zizi—"
The phone vibrated continuously.
Wen Qing glanced at his phone, but there was no news.
It's news from Io.
Yi Ou picked up the phone, opened WeChat, and said to Wen Qing, "It's the senior."
Chen Bingbing: [Student, if you encounter something when writing a plan, you can come to consult me.]
Chen Bingbing: [I have been planning games with Professor Chen for the past two years, and I have rich experience.]
Io: [Thank you.]
Chen Bingbing: [Don't be embarrassed, you can ask me directly, after all, I am the team leader of our project, and you are a newcomer.]
Chen Bingbing: [Don't worry, I will reply to your message when I am not busy, and help you solve the problem.]
Io: [Thank you.]
Io: [I have a wife to help me.]
Chen Bingbing: [? ? ?]
Yi Ou turned on the Do Not Disturb mode, put down the phone, and said to Wen Qing: "It's a senior with the same subject, let me ask him if I have any questions."
Wen lightly sighed, a little puzzled: "Why did you tell me this?"
Io asked back: "Aren't you curious who is looking for me?"
Wen Qing was even more puzzled now: "Why should I be curious?"
Io tapped the keyboard and said casually: "If you are not curious, I want to tell you."
"I want you to know who is looking for me and why."