On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Since being confessed to, Lin Xixi still hangs out with everyone, but obviously not as often.

Chen Qian continued playing the game, attempting to defeat the boss Chi Mu, waiting for the favor Easter egg to appear. The other NPC Easter eggs generally yielded favors worth 500 to 600. The highest favor value he'd seen on the forum, also against a boss, was just over 900.

Chen Qian looked at the "1021" favorability value and felt a little discouraged. It had been a steady one point every day, so that meant it had been three years. Their love was unwavering, unwavering, and stronger than gold (bushi).

What if it was another Chi Mu that was conquered during these three years, would he have succeeded?

It's over. Because of the contact during this period, he has fallen deeper and deeper... He was originally just looking for a replacement, but now he dares to have some fantasies about the real person.

Asking Chen Tian if he would be disliked was really the most outrageous thing he did after being drunk, because Chi Mu was undoubtedly a straight man. If he danced directly in front of Chi Mu next time... he probably would never meet him again.

Back in junior high, when I was Chen Tian's little buddy, I'd seen Chi Mu's girlfriend. She was a very pretty girl, with long black hair, a slender figure, and she was wearing a skirt. She was holding a pale pink envelope between her fingers, her cheeks flushed. Later, when we went out together, everyone would make fun of Chi Mu's girlfriend and urge him to bring her out.

He saw Chi Mu being confessed to, and Chi Mu saw him being confessed to, so it was even one to one.

He's been so busy lately that every time he logs into the game, it's just to sign in and give gifts, and he's off pretty quickly. Today, with nothing else to do, he decided to go through all the new quests, planning what items and supplies he needs, and researching the easiest and most time-saving ways to complete them.

He is a zero-氪 player, who plays the game with his eyes open and his eyes closed. Once he logs into the game, he goes to a station like a soldier, killing monsters and working hard to the death.

By the time Chen Qian finished all the dungeons, it was already past five in the afternoon. He said goodbye to his friends in the game and logged off to prepare for lunch. He was the only one in the dormitory; no one knew where the others had gone.

I asked about the whereabouts of others in the dormitory group, but no one replied. It's strange. What were they doing today? We usually go everywhere together.

I was really hungry, so I went downstairs to go to the cafeteria first.

Their dormitory is on the fourth floor, and students in this major are basically arranged on the upper and lower floors. It can be said that most people know each other.

When passing by the third floor, there was a lot of noise inside as if a fight was about to break out. There was a door blocking the entrance to the stairs, and one had to go around it to get to the corridor and dormitory. In the spirit of "it's better to eat melons than to eat", Chen Qian went in.

As soon as he arrived in the corridor, Chen Qian understood why there was no news from those people.

It turns out they were arguing on the third floor.

A group of people gathered at the door. The people in the middle were Sun Cheng and Ke Wu, who could not be contacted. The squad leader was also there.

Sun Cheng stood at the front, his face flushed with anxiety as he pointed at the dormitory and cursed. Ke Wu was standing at the back, frowning and looking unhappy. The squad leader stood next to him, with his back to him so his face could not be seen. He was usually very loud, but at this time he was very quiet.

I was trying to guess who they were arguing with by looking at the house number, but then I realized it was 305, isn't this the monitor's dormitory?

The class monitor is usually a good guy, but now that he is quarreling with his roommate, the matter must be serious.

There were so many people that he couldn't squeeze in, so he had to stick his head out from the outside to look.

After a long while, I could only hear Sun Cheng cursing, hurling all sorts of obscenities, from his eighteenth generation to his family's dog. But the guy in the dormitory was like a quail, neither coming out nor answering.

Seeing this situation, Chen Qian was no longer anxious. He walked around and asked the people around him what was going on.

"I don't know. It was like this when I got here."

It took too long, Sun Cheng's voice had even become quieter, and there was still no movement in the room. Could he not be gone at all?

People gradually began to disperse. After all, a one-man show was boring. With fewer people, there were fewer obstacles. Chen Qian quickly moved to the side of a few people. Only from this position could he see the squad leader's condition.

No, men don't shed tears easily. This guy cried so hard, and his tears were very heavy.

"What's wrong? I'm just a little late. What's wrong with the squad leader?"

"The people in their dormitory knew that the class monitor liked boys, so they had a fight with him and kicked him out..." Ke Wu said in a light tone, patting the class monitor's shoulder.

"Are you gay? No... I don't mean anything else... So what? Come live in our house." Chen Qian also took out a pack of tissues. Fortunately, he remembered to bring paper to wipe his mouth after dinner, which came in handy right away.

"That Wu Donghai from their dormitory said that he was afraid that the class monitor would like him, so he found an excuse to quarrel with him. Isn't he crazy? He looks fat and big-eared, who is he trying to embarrass?" At this point, Sun Cheng became angry again and launched a barrage of attacks at the dormitory door, focusing on Wu Donghai's appearance.

"Are you not the same as Yu Wangxi? You two men, aren't you disgusting? I'm about to throw up. Don't infect us. Take all his stuff away! Stay away from us normal people!" The dormitory door opened, and a large bag of things was thrown out. Foul language was hurled at him, seemingly overcome by Sun Cheng's scolding. He was from another class, and Chen Qian didn't recognize him originally, but seeing him in person made him realize how true Sun Cheng's description of him as fat and big-eared was.

Look at the squad leader who is sobbing with tears and snot on his face. He is so dirty but still has to pretend to be crying.

You said you were afraid of being liked, brother, you really didn’t look in the mirror when you were imagining it!

After comforting Sun Cheng, he dragged him and his belongings upstairs and said, "Come on, don't bother with this guy. Our dormitory is just short of a bunk, and now we have everything."

"Don't cry. How can you cry like this just because of that kind of person?" Sun Cheng was responsible for pulling the squad leader away, nagging him as they walked. It was unknown whether his words had any comforting effect, but judging from the results, they did not have much of a comforting effect.

Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you see the squad leader crying even harder? If he hadn't lost his hands, Chen Qian would have hit Sun Cheng with a pestle.

When we arrived at the dormitory, the monitor had basically calmed down. He washed his face and started packing up together.

It was late, and the cafeteria was mostly closed, so Chen Qian ordered takeout for four people and volunteered to make the bed. Sun Cheng came to help open the large red woven duffel bag, and Sun Cheng's newly calmed emotions immediately erupted, cursing even more fiercely than before. Chen Qian, who was cleaning the bed, was startled and stuck his head out to look.

My goodness, there's a water stain in the middle of the quilt, and it hasn't been dried yet. Damn, those people in the dormitory really don't act like human beings, splashing water on other people's quilts.

Chen Qianhuo also stood up and glanced at Sun Cheng. They had such a tacit understanding that no further explanation was needed. The two of them rushed downstairs and started to break down the door.

Homophobia is understandable, but wetting someone else's blanket is too bad.