Fu Qingchen looked at the computer screen, his Adam's apple could not help but roll up and down, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

Yun Sheng's game avatar shook twice.

A message was actually sent!

"Do you want to have a fight? Or do you want to sleep?"

Fu Qingchen's fingertips stayed on the keyboard for a moment, his mind was a little blank, almost trembling, and he typed those two words.

"Yun Sheng?"

"Um?"

Yun Sheng only felt a little puzzled. Why did Zhang Nan seem to be a different person after she put down the phone?

She clicked on the other party's game account information. It was indeed a trumpet that had just passed the novice tutorial training.

"Why, if you don't want to play, I will open it myself."

"Play!"

One word, without hesitation.

Fu Qingchen typed this word quickly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He was afraid that if he was even one second late in replying, the precious things in his heart would slip out of his hands again.

It seemed like he had really found her.

He and she are only separated by a screen.

However, she seems to have recognized the wrong person.

If she knew the truth, she would definitely leave, right?

Fu Qingchen's eyes were all blood red.

A tear slipped quietly from his eyes.

Fu Qingchen didn't dare to speak or type too many words, for fear that Yun Sheng would find out the clues.

If this was a dream, even in a dream, he wanted to just stand quietly behind Yun Sheng and accompany her quietly...

"Nan Nan, you're doing a good job of supporting. You're getting better and better. When your account level goes up, you can play ranked together and get points."

Looking at this sentence, Fu Qingchen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The light of the computer reflected on his face. Although he was excited, he couldn't hide the dark blue under his eyes.

Ever since he started to feel that those hands looked very much like Yun Sheng, he became obsessed with this game.

From the beginning, he was scolded by his teammates on all kinds of mics, and was chased and beaten all over the map by the opponent. Now he can finally be regarded as barely able to master it. Although it is only a few days, it is several all-nighters. .

Time flew by and it was two o'clock in the morning.

Fu Qingchen's head began to hurt slightly.

But before Yun Sheng goes offline, he will continue to play with her.

While waiting for the game to start, he picked up the painkillers next to the computer.

The pain was so unbearable that I took one pill.

I drank glass after glass of water and took the medicine one pill at a time.

This is the medicine Xie Xingheng specially prepared for him. When a migraine attacks, just take one pill and it will be fine.

But today he was very strange, why did he still feel so much pain after eating so much?

Fu Qingchen shook his hands into a fist and smashed his head.

It seems that this can alleviate it a little bit.

But in reality, it's all to no avail.

It was really painful, so painful that I wanted to hit my head against the wall until I fainted.

"Nannan, are you sleepy?"

"It's not too early. Don't we have to go to some celebration club tomorrow? Otherwise, we won't play anymore?"

Yun Sheng sent out these two sentences and waited for a long time, but there was no response.

Maybe... he fell asleep while playing?

"Then I'll get off. Good night."

Yun Sheng tilted his head and then closed the computer, feeling sleepy coming like a tidal wave.

He walked straight to the bed, fell down on the soft big bed, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep.

But little did he know that in front of Fu Qingchen's eyes on the screen, the world was spinning.

His eyes barely opened a gap, and the keyboard was clearly close, but when he stretched out his hand, no matter how he touched it, he felt that he couldn't touch it.

So faint, so painful, so uncomfortable...

Fu Qingchen flicked his fingertips and picked up the bottle of painkillers with a subconscious movement.

There was originally more than half of the bottle of medicine left, but it was all empty.

"Are there any grains left?"

There was an overwhelming feeling in my stomach.

Fu Qingchen supported his body and almost crawled to the bathroom step by step.

"vomit--"

His stomach was empty, and all he could vomit out were the painkillers that were too late to be digested.

But even so, his stomach felt cramped for a while, so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Pudong——" With a sound, his whole body fell to the ground.

The back of his head hit the tiles on the ground hard.

Before he passed out completely, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

But, "Buzz--" After a burst of tinnitus, he could no longer hear any sound.

After the intense pain, there was the feeling of his hands and feet being bound by iron chains.

He was like falling into a glacier, his body sinking downwards.

So cold.

It was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

Maybe it would be good to just die like this.

With a peaceful smile, Fu Qingchen waited for death to judge him.

"Death? Oh, do people like you deserve to die so comfortably?"

Who is it, who is talking to him?

Suddenly, Fu Qingchen opened his eyes.

But there were no glaciers around.

Some are just white light, filled with mist.

Standing in front of him was a man, but in the layers of fog, he couldn't see his face clearly.

He could only feel that his eyes were full of evil and evil, and not even the mist could cover them.

"Do you really want to see her, Yun Sheng?"

"yes."

Fu Qingchen's answer was without hesitation.

The corners of the man's lips curled into a sneer, and Fu Qingchen's face was reflected in his deep eyes.

"But you don't dare. You want to see her, but you are afraid of seeing her. You are an out-and-out coward. People like you really deserve to die."

"Who are you?"

"I am someone who can help you."

Fu Qingchen's eyes gradually blurred, and the fog in front of his eyes gradually dispersed.

That Mohu face became increasingly clear.

It turned out... to be a face exactly like his!

"don't want!"

A cry of surprise dispersed everything, and Fu Qingchen woke up as if from a dream, almost jumping out of bed.

He panted slightly, his eyes a little dazed.

This bed, this room...

There is nothing wrong with him still being in his own home!

Could it be, a dream within a dream?

"hiss……"

Fu Qingchen moved his arm, but pulled the needle on the back of his hand.

The needle was forcefully pulled away from the flesh, splattering a line of blood, which made him take a breath.

Xie Xingheng, who was slowly walking into the room, saw this scene and was almost frightened to drop the tea egg in his hand, so he hurried over to reconnect the infusion tube.

"Hey, my ancestor, what are you doing? Can you just stop and calm down every day?"

"You...me?"
Chapter completed!