Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 749 Countdown 3 Days

The guild tournament countdown is on day three.

When He Lingling's door was knocked on, she was lying in bed, half asleep, rolling around on the bed like a slippery eel.

"He Lingling?"

It was Xu Han's voice: "Is your eye completely healed yet?"

"..." He Lingling was a bit grumpy when she woke up. She tried to open her eyes wide and stare at the ceiling for a while before slowly getting out of bed to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Xu Han's face squeezed through the crack, and he said slyly:

"Anjie and I have discussed it, and the last two days are still too rushed. What if I don't recover well? So we've decided to treat your side effects today!"

"..." He Lingling pushed Xu Han irritably, "Alright, alright, come in quickly, finish quickly and leave, I'm so sleepy... so sleepy."

"You went to bed quite early last night?"

After entering the room, Xu Han asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did you stay up all night watching some interesting live streams?"

"how is this possible?"

He Lingling yawned and walked to the beanbag chair, plopped down, and instantly sank into the soft, fluffy surface.

She muttered, "I had a dream all night long that I was blind and being chased by hordes of monsters! Damn it! If you hadn't come knocking, I probably would have been caught by now!"

"?"

Xu Han laughed: "Then you should thank me! Tell me, how will you thank Xu Han for saving you from dire straits?!"

He Lingling impatiently threw a cushion at Xu Han, sneering amidst his exaggerated screams:

"Okay, then how about I collect your complete body after you die?"

"I rely on!"

Xu Han was furious: "Avoid the prophecy! Avoid the prophecy! He Lingling, don't repay kindness with enmity!"

"Tsk."

He Lingling waved her hand lazily: "Come on, which of us hasn't died before? If it weren't for Dawn Game, would we have survived this long?"

"..."

Xu Han was speechless.

In some respects, what He Lingling said is indeed true.

Neither of them can be considered "living" in a scientific sense anymore—but the prophecy still needs to be avoided!

Enraged, Xu Han gripped He Lingling's hand tightly and sneered:

"I don't think I'll be able to walk in a bit, so remember to carry me back to my room."

"Okay, okay—"

He Lingling's impatient voice paused as she felt a familiar warmth flow into her body from where their palms met. Her mind, which had just cleared up a bit, became a little fuzzy again.

After the treatment to cure the aftereffects of "Ghost Eye" ended, He Lingling suddenly jumped up from the beanbag chair.

"..."

Then she saw Xu Han lying unconscious beside her.

"!!!"

He Lingling was quite frightened. She squatted down to check Xu Han's breathing—there was breathing sound, and it was quite steady. He must have fallen asleep due to the side effects of the treatment.

"..." He Lingling breathed a sigh of relief. As she blinked, she clearly felt that the sour and blurry feeling in her eyes after coming out of the "Sheep Sacrifice" dungeon had finally disappeared completely.

Xu Han's innate skill is really effective.

He Lingling looked at Xu Han, who was fast asleep on the floor, with a complicated expression. She sighed, squatted down, and dragged him to the beanbag chair.

boom--

The sound of a grown man sinking into the sofa echoed in the room. He Lingling patted imaginary dust off her hands and left the room, panting heavily.

A few seconds later, the door that had just been closed was pushed open again, and the panting girl walked to the wardrobe, took out a new blanket, and covered herself with it as she passed the beanbag chair.

The boy, who had collapsed and was unconscious, was covered with a blanket.

Creak—Bang!

The door closed again.

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living room.

Anjie took a slice of watermelon, opened her mouth and took a big bite. Hearing the sound, she looked up and glanced at He Lingling.

"All right?"

He Lingling paused, then nodded subconsciously: "...Okay, but Xu Han, he..."

Xu Han's side effects didn't seem serious to everyone else, but He Lingling always felt something was off... Maybe it was because Xu Han couldn't banter with her anymore after he fainted?

Isn't quiet good enough?

Anjie pointed to the watermelon that Chen Yi had cut before leaving and said:

"It's alright. He'll be fine after sleeping for a few days and then eating more meat. There's watermelon here, he can eat a few slices to cool off."

Yes, the weather in a town can change randomly. It might be spring for the next two weeks, and autumn for the next two weeks—or it might be winter.

For example, right now, looking out through the transparent window, several people are dizzy from the glaring sunlight outside.

"I'm not hot."

He Lingling rubbed her hands together somewhat awkwardly, and said meaningfully:

"Aren't we the ones who turned on the air conditioning, Sister An?"

"Oh."

An Jie, with a calm expression, spat out a few watermelon seeds. "That's all. Are you going to rest now? If you're going out, take this with you to Shi Jiu's place."

As she spoke, Anjie quickly finished the watermelon in her hand. She ate the watermelon quickly and quietly, and when she threw it into the trash can, only a layer of light green flesh remained on the watermelon rind, with no red flesh visible at all.

"Give."

Before He Lingling could react, an insulated bag was shoved into her hand.

“I put a few ice cubes in it,” Anjie instructed, “to make the watermelon taste better chilled. Aren’t you going out now? Hurry up and go.”

"...Wait, wait a minute."

When He Lingling was pushed and pulled close to the stairs, she finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Wait, Sister An, when did I tell you I was going out?"

I did have to go out... but I don't think I told Ange about it...

"?"

Anjie, who was being questioned, paused for a moment, then looked at He Lingling with an air of self-righteousness:

"Didn't you grumble last night about why your eyes still weren't better, making you not want to go out?"

So it's perfectly normal for her to guess that He Lingling would go out after her eyes recovered, right? Why is He Lingling looking at her with such a shocked and puzzled expression?

Anjie was bewildered, and so was He Lingling—no, after she understood what Anjie meant by those words, she was no longer bewildered.

Instead, it evoked a feeling that was both helpless and amusing.

"Sister An..." He Lingling said with a headache, "Then I can go out at night... It's so hot outside..."

Anjie: "..."

Ange, a very perceptive adult (who considers herself the most senior), instantly showed a look of shame.

“Sorry,” Anjie said quickly, “I’ll deliver it then, I haven’t been out in a long time anyway—”

"it's okay no problem."

He Lingling quickly interrupted An Jie, "It's the same if I go earlier. Shi Jiu's place isn't far from here. I'll go to the supermarket and buy some snacks while I'm there. It seems like we don't have much snack stock left in the house."

This statement is true.

This small two-story villa is home to four people—well, strictly speaking, five plus a big, fat cat that can't talk (not really). Yu Shijiu has been coming almost every day since he got to know them… Of course, An Jie and the others also hope that Yu Shijiu will come every day—but as a result, Xu Han's snack cabinet can't withstand the munching of three "gluttons".

Xu Hanquan was the weakest and most powerless of the three "gluttons". The remaining two, Yu Shijiu and An Jie, were both big eaters. An Jie's ability to eat was related to the side effects of her talent skill, while Yu Shijiu simply loved to eat.

“…” Anjie paused for a moment, then coughed and said, “Okay, I’ll reimburse all the snack points when I get back.”

He Lingling's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Really? Thank you, Sister An!"

Sister An looked at He Lingling's excited face with amusement and subconsciously reached out to touch the other's face.

When their hands touched the warm, soft cheeks, He Lingling and An Jie froze instantly.

It's not that two women can't touch each other's faces—it's just that Ange's movements when touching faces are so practiced that it's as if she's done it hundreds or thousands of times.

"……Feel sorry."

Anjie withdrew her hand and said the same thing again, "I was just thinking about my younger sister."

He Lingling stared at her, somewhat stunned: "Little sister?"

Does Anjie actually have a younger sister?

Why have I never heard Brother Chen and Xu Han mention this?

"This happened before we entered the Dawn Game."

Perhaps sensing He Lingling's confusion, An Jie explained, "I have more than one younger sister. To avoid constantly thinking about them, I don't really want to mention their existence."

"……Oh."

He Lingling keenly sensed that An Jie was in a bad mood and cleverly chose to change the subject:

"Then I'll go deliver the watermelon to Shi Jiu first. I need to deliver it now so that the taste remains the same."

After saying this, He Lingling went down the stairs with a "thump thump thump," opened the door, and waved to An Jie who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm leaving, Sister An!"

boom.

The dull thud of the door closing rang out, and Anjie's indifferent brows slowly furrowed and then relaxed.

She has sisters... she has many sisters.

Back when she was still alive.

Anjie reached out and pinched her brow, which had unconsciously furrowed, and slowly sighed.

Forget it.

Anjie thought.

It's all in the past... There's no point in dwelling on it now.

After all, in a realistic sense... he was already a person who couldn't be any deader.

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He Lingling regretted it as soon as she stepped out the door.

She squinted at the blinding sunlight ahead, feeling the heat gathering around her. In just a few seconds, her clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Gan!"

He Lingling angrily closed her eyes, rushed into the sunlight, and then, enduring the illusion of being dehydrated and suffering from heatstroke, ran all the way to the house where Yu Shijiu was.

--the other side.

When the door was knocked on, Yu Shijiu was holding Feifei's head and studying the prop that Chen Yi had given him.

It was that "language converter" that Chen Yi had given him a long time ago, but he never knew how to use it.

Yes, a language converter between animals and humans.

"...Meow meow meow?"

Fatty's cheeks were being pinched by him, and he squinted and meowed helplessly.

What's wrong, meow? What's wrong, meow?! Why are you pinching me, meow?

"what?"

Yu Shijiu squinted at the seemingly motionless converter and asked in confusion:

"Why isn't it working?"

He then turned the converter, which was emitting red dots, and pressed it against Fatty's body—still no reaction.

Fatty: "...Meow...Awoo meow?"

—Scared... Waaaaah meow?!

Yu Shijiu: "..."

"Is it broken? Items in Dawn game can break? That's so unfair!"

For some reason, Xiao Li, who had been staring at me for a long time, snorted coldly:

Don't slander our game system. Items don't break; they only become invalid after their usage limit is reached within the game's dungeons.

"Then what's going on here?"

Yu Shijiu frowned: "I've never used it even once."

"...Have you ever considered another possibility?"

Xiao Li looked at the orange cat being kneaded through Yu Shijiu's eyes, and her digitized virtual body seemed to pause briefly for a few seconds.

It said in a meaningful tone: "For example, is Fatty really a cat?"

The language converter's instructions clearly state that it can be used to communicate with animals—although the number of interactions per day should not exceed twenty minutes.

But it is indeed a useful tool.

"What else is Fatty but a cat?"

Yu Shijiu felt that Xiao Li's words sounded cryptic and was somewhat unhappy—especially when he heard the last sentence.

Is Feifei really a cat?

How could Xiao Li ask such an outrageous and speechless question?

Yu Shijiu pinched the chubby chin, looking it up and down. The chubby chin, which he was pinching, stared at him with its bright green eyes, not blinking, and even let out a soft "meow" from its throat.

Yu Shijiu: "..."

Yu Shijiu's displeasure vanished instantly. After letting out a soft "ah," he hugged Feifei and rubbed against it frantically!

"So cute, so cute, so cute!!! Fatty, you're such an adorable! So incredibly cute! You're a cat without a neck!"

Overwhelmed and tormented by overwhelming love: "..."

Xiao Li: [...]

Xiao Li, who rarely gets to reveal information indirectly, felt insulted, and her tone instantly turned sour:

Think what you want.

If it hadn't been offline for so long and gotten a little bored, it wouldn't have suddenly decided to say such nonsensical things to Yu Shijiu!

Yu Shijiu seemed not to hear anything until he had sucked on the fat cat thoroughly and was completely satisfied. Then, in a daze, he collapsed onto the sofa and remained motionless.

"Haqiu!"

Yu Shijiu choked on the flying cat hair around him, sneezed, and slowly rubbed his nose.

【What do you want to say? 】

Just as Xiao Li, who was already tired of watching, was about to log off, she suddenly heard a boy's lazy voice in her ear.

[You're just being vague and avoiding the point. What kind of meaningless response are you hoping for?]

Yu Shijiu's voice grew louder and louder in her mind, and the indifference revealed in her lazy voice could almost completely envelop Xiao Li, who was standing there—if it really had a physical form.

【…】

Xiao Li paused briefly, then asked in a complicated tone, "Are you pretending to be stupid?"

Xiao Li isn't an artificially disabled person; it can sense the underlying questioning and doubt in Yu Shijiu's words.

Yu Shijiu... was already beginning to suspect something.

He himself may not even know what he is doubting, but he is doubting it anyway.

Even the direction of his suspicions... was exactly the same as the "hint" that Xiao Li had given him on a whim.