Infinite: Dawn Game

While Xiao Li was racking her brains trying to figure out how to answer Yu Shijiu's questions without revealing her privacy, she saw Yu Shijiu slowly take a hot shower and then walk out of the bathroom. After that, she crawled into bed and fiddled around for a while before throwing out two wet hospital gowns.

Finally, the boy, now in a clean hospital gown, crawled out of bed, shook his wet hair, turned over, and fell fast asleep.

Xiao Li: [...]

It muttered a curse under its breath.

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Meanwhile, He Lingling and Xu Han, who had just run out of the morgue on the basement floor, leaned against the elevator wall, panting heavily, their bodies soaked in sweat.

Xu Han tugged at the fabric clinging to his back, his feigned aloofness completely vanishing.

"I can't take it anymore, why am I always the one taking the blame?"

Xu Han couldn't help but tremble at the thought of that female monster's face, which insisted on dragging him down with her.

What the heck? Do I look like I'm destined to be buried alive with someone?!

He Lingling was alright; she slowly calmed her rapid breathing, and her large, dark pupils now held a hint of emotional schadenfreude.

"Maybe it's because you're a man?"

After all, if a female ghost is looking for a companion, she'd definitely choose a man, not another woman, right?

Xu Han: "...Thank you. Sometimes, being a man isn't absolutely necessary."

He Lingling gave a thumbs up: "Great, if you castrate yourself now, I'll respect you as the last eunuch of our time."

Xu Han: "..."

Are you sick or something?!

Even so, Xu Han still didn't dare to curse so openly. After all, the girl opposite him looked ordinary, but if it weren't for her eyes seeing the escape route, they would probably both have died on the basement level.

He Lingling seemed to have thought of this as well.

She rubbed her aching shoulders with a hint of helplessness and sighed.

"Why is it so unlucky? You just had to be a support type..."

In the past, when playing dungeons, most offensive players were very willing to team up with He Lingling because of her eyes. After all, they only needed to take a few serious injuries to clear the dungeon, and everyone was willing to do that.

He Lingling thought the same way this time.

Who would have thought that Xu Han, who is tall and burly with a cold face, is actually a healing type of player?

He Lingling wasn't saying that healing-type players were bad, but if you were with her, it would be better to have a more aggressive player with you... like Yu Shijiu.

Unfortunately, the other person's task was different from hers.

Xu Han was displeased, "What's wrong with being a healer?"

As he spoke, he took advantage of He Lingling's inattention and directly grasped her hand. The next second, a warm current flowed into He Lingling's body through their intertwined hands.

The muscle soreness I felt after running so hard has disappeared.

He Lingling was startled: "..."

She pushed Xu Han away and, sure enough, noticed that his face seemed a little pale, perhaps because of the elevator lights.

"How was it? Wasn't it effective very quickly?"

Xu Han pressed on, his face appearing cold and stern, but his eyes were practically overflowing with a desire for praise.

He Lingling suppressed the urge to hurl insults and, with a twitching mouth, praised the other person:

"Yes, yes, yes! You're amazing!"

Xu Han could barely keep up the smile on his lips, and he straightened his back even more.

He Lingling: "..."

She turned her back to Xu Han and silently rolled her eyes.

Are you kidding me? Do you really need to use some kind of special skill for simple muscle soreness? Who's even keeping this idiot around?

Off-screen, Anjie and Chen Yi exchanged a glance, clearing their throats in embarrassment as they watched the scene unfold.

“Xu Han is really something,” Chen Yi said with a smile, shaking his head. “That kid just wants to hear people praise him.”

Anjie took a bite of the apple, and the sweet fruity aroma made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

"You're still grinning like an idiot after people roll their eyes at you?"

Chen Yi chuckled and said, "He's fine. Xu Han is just a bit naive, but when it comes to real matters, he can tell what's important and what's not."

Xu Han's innate skills are actually quite powerful. Apart from the fact that he can't regenerate broken arms and legs, he can even heal many internal organ injuries.

The prerequisite is that you have enough stamina.

For minor muscle soreness and numbness like this, Xu Han probably wouldn't even need to use up 3 points of stamina.

However, regarding the matter of recklessly using one's innate skills... Anjie and Chen Yi decided that they would definitely "teach" Xu Han a lesson when he returned this time.

Don't reveal all your cards just because of a vague compliment.

They are both responsible for this.

There's nothing else to it. Because Xu Han is the youngest, Chen Yi and An Jie usually treat him a little more leniently, but that doesn't mean Xu Han is really stupid.

For example, the moment He Lingling felt her face turn pale was actually because the elevator lights were too bright.

In fact, Xu Han is perfectly healthy. Apart from still being afraid of ghosts and monsters, he can easily run 800 meters.

……

Compared to He Lingling and Xu Han's night, which was practically an extreme sport, Yu Shijiu, who only experienced three room checks, slept quite comfortably.

The beds in the sanatorium are much better than those in the "cocoon shop"—they are of moderate thickness and are remarkably soft and comfortable.

It could be said that when Yu Shijiu woke up, he felt as if every bone in his body had been loosened up from sleep.

He might even have grown a little taller—

Yu Shijiu suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He had just turned eighteen. He hadn't grown tall before because he didn't get enough nutrition and lacked essential elements. So now, should he hurry up and earn more points to take good care of his body?

After all, Lu Chusheng's height should be the ideal height for a man, right?

Yu Shijiu, who was lying paralyzed on the hospital bed, subconsciously kicked his legs, then stared blankly at the ceiling.

How tall is Lu Chusheng again?

The boy in the hospital bed reached up and gestured a large distance above his head, then fell silent.

How tall am I again?

Yu Shijiu's confused gaze instantly cleared when it wandered to the wall clock.

The clock shows 7:04, and there are still twenty-odd minutes until 7:30. 7:30 is breakfast time...

Last night's words came to mind. Yu Shijiu blinked, hurriedly got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

By the time he finished taking care of his own hygiene, it was already 7:15.

Before leaving, Yu Shijiu suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly walked to the dirty hospital gown, squatted down, and relaxed a little after feeling the brain that had been washed clean in his pocket. Then he casually took out a few pieces of paper, wrapped the brain in it, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked out of the ward.

Little did he know that the players in front of the screen were getting tired of watching his series of actions.

"What is he going to do with that brain?"

One player frowned and pouted, saying incredulously, "He's not really going to boil and eat the pig brains, is he?"

"..."