The infinite vertical and horizontal of online games

"Are you thirsty? Do you want orange juice or blueberry juice?" Situ Muyun opened the refrigerator, took out two large soft plastic juice bottles, and asked Haoran for his opinion.

"I do whatever I want." Haoran was telling the truth, he had never drank such a high-end juice drink, so naturally he had no choice.

"Then, try the blueberry juice, it tastes good." Situ Muyun took a transparent crystal cup from the cupboard, unscrewed the juice bottle, poured out a glass elegantly, and handed it to him.

After receiving the blue-purple juice, Haoran immediately smelled a sweet fruit aroma.He couldn't wait to take a sip, it was sweet and sour, with some pulp mixed in it, the taste was very good.

"It's delicious." He took another big sip.

"Then drink more." A bright smile shot out from Situ Muyun's eyes, and she could see that the young man in front of her was not at all pretentious in front of her.His every move was in stark contrast to those playboys who always surrounded him.

Thinking of those dandies, Li Tiannan's annoying face suddenly appeared in her mind, which made her smile disappear again.

"Oh." Situ Muyun sighed softly, took out another cup, and filled it with blueberry juice.

"Is there something on your mind?" Hao Ran could feel the faint sadness behind this sigh.

Situ Muyun drooped his long eyelashes, just let out a soft "hmm", and then drank the juice in the glass in one gulp. His appearance was a bit like drinking to drown his sorrows.

Suddenly, a burst of beautiful music sounded from her pocket, and Haoran's ears tightened. The ringtone of the mobile phone was exactly his favorite song--this was the case.

Situ Muyun took out the mobile phone from her pocket and took a look. Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, she hesitated for a moment, but still connected the call.

"Hey, who is it?" She asked suspiciously.

"Xiaoyun? I'm Hu Fei." A man's voice came from the phone, soft and effeminate.

"Hu Fei? It's so late, what's the matter?" Situ Muyun's pretty eyebrows frowned, and it was obvious that she was not interested in Wu Fei.

"No... No, yes. I just changed my mobile phone number, and I was the first one to call you." On the other end of the phone, Wu Fei's voice sounded very happy, with a hint of expectation.

"Got it, it's nothing else, I'm sleepy." Situ Muyun replied bluntly.

"I have a dance at my house tomorrow, I hope you can come." Wu Fei heard her impatience, and hastily extended the invitation.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do tomorrow." Situ Muyun obviously didn't want to give this Wu Fei any illusions, even Haoran who was at the side could hear the slightest chill in his tone.

"Little Cloud..."

"I'm going to sleep, good night." Situ Muyun ignored Wu Fei who continued to pester him on the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone directly.

"A second-generation ancestor." She glanced at Haoran beside her, and explained something without reason.

"..." Haoran opened his mouth, but finally closed it without saying anything—feeling that he is an outsider and really shouldn't express any opinions.

"Gudong, Gudong~" Situ Muyun finished another glass of juice.

Haoran didn't know what to say, so he had to slowly taste the glass of blueberry juice beside him. Unfortunately, in this kind of atmosphere, no matter how delicious something is, it would be boring.

"I'm going to pick up two new members tomorrow morning, and our studio will soon be busy." After a long while, Situ Muyun suddenly broke the silence.

"Oh? What kind of partner?" Hao Ran felt relieved when he heard her speak, and suddenly felt that the oppressive atmosphere eased a lot.

"A priest and a soldier." Situ Muyun said, "They are all young people of about the same age, and everyone will get along well."

"Well, it's good." A gleam of anticipation flashed in Haoran's eyes. With the addition of these two newcomers, the game studio should be officially established, right?

Situ Muyun poured some blueberry juice into his almost bottomless glass, and continued: "The system will be under maintenance for 12 hours, and the game cannot be entered. Go to bed early tonight."

"Okay, good night then." Hao Ran gulped down the juice before going back to his room.

"Wait." As soon as he reached the door, Situ Muyun suddenly stopped him.

"Situ Xiao...Xiao Yun, what's the matter?" Hao Ran paused, remembering that this beautiful woman didn't like being called Miss by others, so she immediately changed her name.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask...does the wound on your forehead still hurt?" Situ Muyun's face was soft, and his eyes were full of concern looking at the corner of his forehead.

"Small injury, it's okay." Haoran felt warm in his heart, it's good that someone cares.

"You still have to pay attention to rest. Tomorrow, I will ask Aunt Wu to cook black chicken soup for you." Situ Muyun still cared a little worriedly.

"Thank you, I have troubled you and Aunt Wu for the past few days." Haoran yawned as he said - he was really tired after fighting in the game for several hours.

"It can be seen that Aunt Wu likes you very much." Situ Muyun seemed to have something to say, hesitated for a moment, and just said two words lightly: "Good night."

"Well, good night." Hao Ran replied.

This time, he slept very soundly, and in his dream he returned to the clear stream in his hometown...

Waking up early the next morning, Haoran drank some porridge with Mama Wu, then drove to the city center.

First of all, he went to the mobile phone counter. He chose left and right, and finally bought a Samsung smartphone, which was in the early [-]s and was very cost-effective.

He finally had a contact tool, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Hello, is this Grandpa Zen? I'm Haoran." He was the first to dial the only phone number in the village. If I remember correctly, the old voice on the other end of the phone was the village chief, Old Zen.

"Hao Ran? You finally have news. During this period of time, your family is in a state of anxiety." Hearing it was Hao Ran, the village chief's voice immediately became agitated.

"Well, I've been busy looking for a job recently, so I really don't have time." Haoran looked sloppy, and asked again: "Grandpa Zen, can I ask my parents to answer the phone?"

"Okay, I'll look for it right away, and you can call back in 10 minutes." The old village chief hung up the phone after speaking, apparently in a hurry to call someone.

Taking advantage of these 10 minutes, Haoran went to the post office not far away.Through bank card transfer, he directly remitted 3 yuan home.At that time, his parents were still in debt because of him going out to study. Now that they earned a little money, they naturally wanted to send it all back.

After finishing all this, he called the village head's house again.

"Of course..." The voice of a middle-aged woman answered the phone this time, her voice was a little trembling, and there seemed to be a hint of sobs.

"Mom..." Hao Ran, who was standing at the corner of the street, couldn't help but feel his nose ache when he heard this familiar voice.