Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

The little tentacle opened its eyes as it was shaken, looking at Jiang Qi with a puzzled expression.

Jiang Qi stopped thinking about it and decided to just remember Lu Zhi on his own.

The tiny tentacles clung to Jiang Qi's hand and swung to his face, the four little hands pressed tightly against Jiang Qi's face, a movement that made Jiang Qi feel a little ticklish.

Before he knew what the little tentacles were going to do, Xiao Lu had already taken the initiative and licked the cream off Jiang Qi's lips.

Jiang Qi was startled. Was this considered an indirect kiss?

Xiao Lu licked his lips; human lips were soft, he liked them.

Next, Xiao Luzhi suffered "torture" from Jiang Qi.

Hold the small tentacle down to prevent it from moving, then flick the body of the small tentacle with your fingers.

Xiao Lu felt no pain at all as the waiters served the dishes one by one.

The aroma of the dishes filled the air, making Xiao Lu Zhi's mouth water, and Jiang Qi's hidden appetite was also awakened by the fragrance.

Without exchanging pleasantries, the five of them picked up their chopsticks and began their meal.

The little tentacles ate quickly and in large quantities, devouring all the desserts and fruits.

Before Jiang Qi could even pick up a few dishes, the little tentacles had almost emptied the bowl of rice that was already full.

After much deliberation, Lin Wanchu decided that she still needed to explain things to her future comrades-in-arms.

Yu Hansheng placed the prepared fish meat into Cheng Cuo's bowl, and Lin Wanchu spoke.

He spoke very frankly, "I think some things still need to be discussed openly."

"Cheng Cuo, I apologize for what happened in the dungeon before."

"It was my fault that I didn't believe you back then. You're not a saint either, so you don't need to force yourself to forgive..."

Cheng Cuo immediately interrupted Lin Wanchu, burying his head in his food, his voice muffled by chewing.

"Ah, now that you've put it that way, what reason do I have to keep holding onto this?"

"I can be childish at times, but people always have to make peace with the past."

It's unclear whether the last sentence was addressed to Lin Wanchu or to himself.

Actually, this is not a big deal.

This incident only made Cheng Cuo think about something much further back. In the second semester of his junior year of high school, his parents were called in by the school because he had been involved in a fight.

His mother handled the matter, bringing along her child with her stepfather.

The child was playful, so his mother asked him to keep an eye on things outside.

What happened next?

Yes, the child fell down the stairs on his own, but they turned around and accused Cheng Cuo of pushing him down.

Faced with her biological mother's scolding, Cheng Cuo was speechless.

All I remember is my mother's angry questioning and the slap that landed on my face.

Her face was burning with pain, her ears were ringing from the slaps, and she didn't even notice when her manicured nails scraped against her nose.

At the time, Cheng Cuo found it quite ridiculous.

Even his own mother didn't trust him, yet someone else cared for him with even greater tenderness.

Back in the classroom, I packed my bag and went home. In my desk drawer, I found a bottle of alcohol, cotton swabs, band-aids, and a bottle of milk.

When he got home, his mother didn't ask him why he had been fighting.

It's just endless accusations and curses.

They said he was born a mistake, and cursed him for not dying.

They never considered Cheng Cuo's feelings. Why did they fight? It's because he's the son of a murderer, and even his mother is a mistress who can't be brought to the table.

His biological father, who had never cared for him since birth, had never shown him any concern.

He was addicted to drugs and gambling. Once, he killed someone while under the influence of drugs, so he went to jail.

From the time he started school, he received mostly insults and criticism.

But so what? He just wanted to live for himself.

The final outcome was that the boy was expelled from school.

He didn't know who did it, but it certainly wasn't his mother.

Later, a rumor spread from who-knows-where that the boy had been beaten and hospitalized the day before he was expelled from school.

After that, no one dared to provoke Cheng Cuo anymore.

They all assumed it was Cheng Cuo who did it.

When he came to his senses, Cheng Cuo felt a flush on his face and turned to look at Yu Hansheng.

Yu Hansheng touched Cheng Cuo's cheek with a glass of milk and said in a hoarse voice, "Want some milk? It's warm."

"Why are you giving me milk? I'm not a child anymore."

Even so, Cheng Cuo still took the milk and drank it in small sips.

"Because drinking more milk can help you grow taller."

Yu Hansheng smiled, a rare occurrence for him. He patted Cheng Cuo's head with his hand and then quickly withdrew it.

Cheng Cuo lost his temper again. Sure enough, a mortal enemy is a mortal enemy; he always manages to step on a landmine.

He hates it when people say he's short. Although he's only 178cm, he's almost 180cm, so how can anyone say he's short?

Seeing Cheng Cuo's flustered appearance, Yu Hansheng's smile deepened.

The speed at which the little tentacles ate rice and their unusual appearance immediately caught Lou Xue's attention.

"Brother Jiang, is this your new pet? It looks really weird."

Lu Xue watched with curiosity as the tiny tentacles cooked rice at an astonishingly fast speed.

The little tentacle immediately bared its teeth and grinned; why did it look so strange?

It's the smartest and most beautiful of all the clones.

The woman in front of him was the ugly one, and she was standing so close to Jiang Qi, it was unacceptable.

Jiang Qi smiled lightly and said, "He is Lu Zhi, whom I asked you if you knew him."

As Lu Xue looked at the small tentacles, a vague image appeared in her mind.

It seems there is such a person, but she can't remember clearly, and the name seems familiar.

A sudden inspiration struck Lu Xue, and she pointed at the little tentacles and laughed exaggeratedly.

"Ah, I remember now, Brother Jiang."

"How did Lu Zhi become like this? He wasn't like this in the dungeon."

"Haha, she's kind of ugly-cute."

Lin Wanchu, who was standing next to her, also took a closer look at the little tentacles and found that, just as Lu Xue had described, they looked strange.

The name finally matched the figure in her memory. Lin Wanchu used chopsticks to tease the little tentacle, watching it occasionally get frustrated.

Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue burst into laughter, they couldn't believe that someone who looked so aloof had turned into someone who looked so easy to bully.

Cheng Cuo noticed the commotion and joined them.

Jiang Qi took a picture of Lu Zhi's disheveled appearance with his phone, thinking that he would definitely show it to him when he came back.

He hadn't seen Lu Zhisheng's expression yet; Lu Zhisheng's face was sure to be quite a sight.

Carefully cradling Xiao Luzhi, she meticulously wiped his dirty mouth and body.

The little tentacle was furious but helpless. However, nestled in Jiang Qi's warm palm, it forcibly forgave the three humans for a second.

The five of them were having a great time in the private room, and only Little Tentacle was injured.

Soon, all five of them were exhausted and lay down on the sofa to rest.

Since they weren't in a dungeon filled with blood and monsters, they wanted to enjoy themselves while they could, since they never knew when they might die.

They should cherish these happy times.

They were so full that the five of them rested for a while before deciding to go their separate ways.

Lu Xue added several more group photos to her phone. Looking at the five people and one small tentacle in the photos, Lu Xue couldn't stop smiling.

Indeed, she felt true happiness and joy for the first time in a long time.

While the waiter was cleaning up the private room, the five of them left the restaurant together.

There was a little incident along the way: three shy girls came to Jiang Qi and wanted to exchange contact information, but Jiang Qi politely declined them all.

It was time for everyone to go home, so the group found their seats and sat down.

Leave the parking lot.

As dusk settled, glimpses of the setting sun peeked through the clouds, like scattered gold dust, gently casting its last rays upon the world.

The distant sky was ablaze with crimson clouds, a truly magnificent sight.

Some young people and children were still lingering by the roadside, taking a stroll.

This is the real world. Lu Xue snapped a series of photos of the sky.

Not only Lu Xue, Jiang Qi, Cheng Cuo, and Yu Hansheng, but also Lin Wanchu, who was driving, lingered on the sunset.

They hadn't experienced such a beautiful and pure moment in a long time; such a stunning sunset naturally needed to be remembered with their own eyes.

Only Cheng Cuo lived in Huaicheng, while the other four lived in Nancheng.

Thanks to the amazing help from Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue, Cheng Cuo had no choice but to stay at Yu Hansheng's house for one night.

Jiang Qi certainly couldn't steal Cheng Cuo's love away. He ignored Cheng Cuo's pleading eyes and turned away without hesitation.

Cheng Cuo followed Yu Hansheng dejectedly, his mind in turmoil.

A little devil said he wanted to kick Yu Hansheng out of the house and not sleep with him.

Another petty person said that this was not very ethical, since they were living in someone else's house and should be a civilized person.

It wasn't too late yet, and Cheng Cuo knew he didn't have much to say to Yu Hansheng, so he quickly slipped into the bathroom to take a shower.

After dropping Cheng Cuo off at home, Yu Hansheng went to pick up the little fat cat.

Listening to the singing coming from the bathroom, Yu Hansheng lay on the sofa, petting the cat and watching a melodramatic TV series on TV.

Yu Hansheng stroked the little fat cat's neck, his tone wistful.

"Little Orange, when will he be able to feel my feelings?"

Little Orange lay on Yu Hansheng's lap, feeling very comfortable from being stroked.

It didn't understand human emotions, and its round eyes stared at Yu Hansheng.

The TV drama was reaching its climax when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Cheng Cuo only realized after he finished washing that he didn't have any change of clothes.

Okay, now the situation is very awkward, he has to borrow clothes from Yu Hansheng.

Yu Hansheng naturally understood. He went into the bedroom, casually picked out two pieces of clothing, and then politely knocked on the bathroom door.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and Cheng Cuo awkwardly reached out his hand. Yu Hansheng handed him the clothes.

As for why I took two items, one is Cheng Cuo High School uniform, and the other is Yu Hansheng's clothes.

It depends on what Cheng Cuo chooses; he probably won't be able to wear his high school uniform anymore.

Sure enough, Cheng Cuo still chose to wear clothes that were a size too big for her.

Unfortunately, there were no underwear.

Cheng Cuo, her hair dripping wet, wearing slippers and covering her lower body with her clothes, stood beside Yu Hansheng.

He stammered, "Um, do you have any new underwear?"

Perhaps noticing Cheng Cuo's gaze, Yu Hansheng turned off the TV. "There aren't any at home right now, and there aren't any shops around here either. But if you don't mind, you can wear mine."

Cheng Cuo's face turned pale with anger. After his lips moved for a moment, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked Yu Hansheng, covering his face with his clothes.

"Damn it, you scoundrel, you're sleeping on the sofa tonight."

"Look, you came to me asking for underwear yourself, and now you're angry even though you have something to wear."

Yu Hansheng narrowed his dark eyes, a smile flashing in them, and uttered a sentence that was ambiguous.

Cheng Cuo didn't delve into why Yu Hansheng had his own high school uniform; he was currently sitting on his bed.

Feeling incredibly bored, Cheng Cuo opened a drawer, which was filled with pink envelopes.

Oh ho ho, this innocent young man still keeps the love letters that others gave him.

Cheng Cuo, with his perverse sense of humor, opened one of the red envelopes and began to read.

He read it aloud softly, "Cheng Cuo, hello..."

Upon seeing his own name, Cheng Cuo felt as if he had been struck by lightning; this was actually a love letter written to him.

Ah, no, something's not quite right.

Not sure, check again.

Upon seeing the final signature, Yu Hansheng, Cheng Cuo finally gave up hope.

That scoundrel, he's had designs on him for so long.

Looking at the careful handwriting on the paper, Cheng Cuo's heart pounded.

Forget it, I'll just go to sleep.

Cheng Cuo lay on Yu Hansheng's bed, wrapped up tightly, breathing evenly, and fell asleep.

He was woken up by Yu Hansheng. He frowned in displeasure and raised his hand as if to punch the person who had disturbed his sleep.

Yu Hansheng gently lifted Cheng Cuo's body, letting him lean against her.

A warm breeze blew by, and Cheng Cuo realized in a daze that Yu Hansheng was drying his hair.

Yu Hansheng's voice rang out from above, "Dry your hair before you sleep, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Cheng Cuo lowered his raised hand again, muttering, "Hurry up and leave after you've dried your hands, don't disturb your father's sleep."

Yu Hansheng was indeed very obedient; he dried his hair and then left.

The door closed, and Cheng Cuo opened one eye, secretly watching Yu Hansheng's departing figure.

She quietly got out of bed and, through the crack in the door, watched as Yu Hansheng took a blanket and went to sleep on the sofa.

It's pitiful that tall, long-legged people can only curl up in a small sofa, Cheng Cuo thought.

A young man surnamed Cheng, who was two-faced, opened the door completely, coughed slowly, and climbed into bed to lie down, regardless of whether anyone heard him.