Chapter 2778: The Online Game God's

Jin Chen is Xunchen Dashen.

That Xunchen Dashen, who operates like a god in the game, will issue a sky‑high bounty when he is slandered, contact gossip accounts to clear his name; the Xunchen Dashen who patiently directs and gently cares for him when his condition is poor……

Actually, it's Jin Chen, who eats and lives with him every day, relies on him, and is best at making him soft‑hearted.

But upon careful thought, everything seems to have a trace to follow.

"Senior, are you angry with me because I hid this for so long?"

Jin Chen's voice pulled Cheng Lang back from his tumultuous thoughts into reality.

He tilted his head slightly, stared at Cheng Lang without blinking, anxiety in his eyes, the finger hanging at his side lightly hooking Cheng Lang's finger.

"I thought…… this would be a surprise."

The finger Cheng Lang was hooked by twitched slightly, and his heart could no longer muster even a hint of anger.

He seemed never to have truly been angry at Jin Chen; only after accepting that Jin Chen was Xunchen Dashen did a subtle emotion arise.

So……

"The partner you're supposed to meet today……"

Jin Chen's lips curved, his eyes clear and bright: "It's you."

So that's it; Cheng Lang admitted, hearing that answer still felt a bit secretly pleased.

The surprise Xiao Chen carefully prepared, the "most important person" he was going to see, was him alone from start to finish!

What could be better than this? Nothing!

"Very surprised." Cheng Lang couldn't help laughing, he hooked Jin Chen's fingertip with his other hand, his thumb rubbing the knuckle.

He looked at the face before him, now even more charming, unable to get enough, his chest filled with swelling, hot emotion.

Not just a surprise, it's practically…… a dream come true.

An Ying Lang Lang beside them witnessed the whole thing, couldn't help making an exaggerated hand‑over‑heart gesture.

Ah, this secret little thought, this damned sweetness!

The three cute girls exchanged excited glances, having chatted eight hundred sentences through various eye interactions.

Under the table they hooked fingers, locked eyes, his ear tips turned red! He grabbed back!

The great god actually acts like this, being coquettish! That gaze, that little move, this must be coquetry, right? Right, right!

The ship they're rooting for is indeed real!

The others, merely guild members who came for the team‑building, watching Xunchen Dashen and He Liangyue's familiar yet strangely charged interaction, all felt a bit curious.

Gu Zhou Suo Li Weng couldn't help asking, "Xunchen Dashen, do you know Moon Warrior? What's your relation? You seem very close."

Jin Chen sat beside Cheng Lang and answered proactively, "Friends."

Very simple, very official, and also…… hard to fault.

Upon hearing that answer, Cheng Lang added in his mind: the best friend, the most special brother, the most intimate roommate, still his idol.

One‑of‑a‑kind, both online and offline.

The layered relationships intensified Cheng Lang's pleasure, almost unbearably rare; his attention was wholly drawn to Jin Chen—watching him chat with others, watching him lightly tap his chin with a folding fan, every small gesture bearing Xunchen's shadow, yet even more vivid than in the game.

Xiao Tangbing, seeing Cheng Lang's eyes almost glued to Jin Chen, couldn't believe they were just simple friends.

Considering how often the great god had sent her rare gear and materials in the game, she decided to act as a proper wingman this time.

"Ahem," Xiao Tangbing cleared her throat, clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention, "To help everyone get acquainted faster, I've prepared some ice‑breaker quiz cards. Moon Warrior, would you like to try?"

Cheng Lang's mood was just right, light and carefree, he nodded readily, "Sure."

He casually drew a card from the box Xiao Tangbing held out.

The card's question: Please describe your ideal type.

Malatang, seeing the question, his eyes lit up, he struggled to keep his soaring smile in check, "Someone as handsome as you must have high standards, right?"

"Is it someone with sharp skills, outwardly cold but actually coquettish, who also wears ancient‑style cosplay?"

Cheng Lang held the card, thinking back—he used to be busy with studies and games, now busy preparing for his internship and graduation project, his love life a blank slate, so the so‑called ideal type was just a vague notion.

But now, as he tried to conjure an image in his mind, the first thing that surfaced…… was actually Jin Chen.

Cheng Lang himself jumped, "No, no, how could that be an ideal type? Perhaps it's just because we've been inseparable lately, causing a strange association."

He steadied himself, "I haven't really thought about this; I'll know when I meet the right person, it just feels right."

Xiao Tangbing blinked, looked at Jin Chen, "And what about the great god—does the great god have an ideal type?"

Jin Chen, playing with Cheng Lang's fingers under the table, paused at the words, also showed a thoughtful expression, brows slightly furrowed, then after a moment gave a very subtle answer, "This is…… a secret."

Today we'd better not keep giving the wife a fright.

Cai Yangliu laughed and teased, "Those who answer like that usually already have a definite answer in mind~"

Jin Chen merely smiled without speaking.

After a few rounds of light, pleasant ice‑breaker games, the atmosphere became thoroughly heated.

Afterwards they teamed up to head to the exhibition area for a stroll, check‑in stamps, agreed to reconvene here this afternoon to play hide‑and‑seek on the map.

——

Mingyue Jiang and An Ying Lang volunteered to be the first round's hunters.

Jin Chen first found a place to hide, saw that the dot representing Cheng Lang on the phone map wasn't far, so he turned and ran toward that direction.

Cheng Lang really is good at finding spots.

He twisted and turned, eventually locating the former backstage prep area of a large magic show, now abandoned, leaving only stage props and miscellaneous items.

Cheng Lang hid in a changing room for magic props structured like a secret door, sufficiently concealed.

He adjusted his breath; the map showed Jin Chen's dot approaching quickly, and then footsteps sounded outside the door.

Cheng Lang's heart skipped a beat; he pulled the bolt on the secret door from inside, Jin Chen staggered slightly and lunged into Cheng Lang's embrace.

He buried his face in Cheng Lang's neck, breathing lightly, his pleasure obvious, "Senior…… you hid so well, I almost couldn't find you."

Inside the abandoned magic device darkroom, a small light for magicians' temporary costume changes and illumination still hung from the ceiling.

The bulbs, old and dust-covered, could only emit a faint glow even when powered.

But this light was enough for Cheng Lang to see Jin Chen's appearance.

Jin Chen had come running, his forehead bangs messy, the corners of his eyes faintly crimson, wearing a moon-purple long robe; in this cramped, old setting he still looked otherworldly.

Cheng Lang still couldn't resist such a Jin Chen.

Jin Chen saw the fluttering and indulgence in his eyes, drew closer, and embraced Cheng Lang's narrow waist, pulling the distance until their breaths mingled.

"Senior," his voice lowered further, "won't you ask me… why I never said anything before, and pretended not to know about Jian Guang Leng and Hua Yu?"

As he said that, Jin Chen's eyes showed only open innocence.

It was as if he laid all his secrets out in the sunlight, confident the other wouldn't really be angry about it.

He really possessed that kind of capital.

And the person facing him like that was Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang gently brushed aside the sweat-dampened bangs on Jin Chen's forehead, his fingertips lingering as they traced his warm skin.

"But you still helped me, didn't you?" Cheng Lang said softly, "You let 007 stay anonymous, but that smiley face symbol gave you away."

Jin Chen lightly raised an eyebrow, his eyes deep, and his fingertips brushed over Cheng Lang's Adam's apple.

"Then… Senior, are you surprised?" he pressed, his eyes blazing.

"Mm." Cheng Lang nodded honestly, couldn't help but rub Jin Chen's back again, pleasure and pride quietly rising, "Xiao Chen is my idol."

It seemed they had forged another layer of tighter connection between them.

Cheng Lang didn't feel restrained; instead, he felt a sense of fullness.

It felt as if it ought to be this way.

They should remain closely connected in every aspect of life, in every role they take.

No one bothered to check the phone map anymore.

Therefore, when a somewhat chaotic footsteps sounded outside the hidden door, Cheng Lang finally realized the game was still ongoing—they should keep shifting positions to evade the hunters!

But going out now would surely bump into whoever was outside.

"…Good thing this place is well concealed," Cheng Lang said, "they probably won't find us…"

He hadn't finished speaking when Jin Chen suddenly covered his mouth lightly.

Jin Chen held a Youyou-like smile, his other hand raising a finger to his lips.

I didn't know whether the people passing by outside were Ming Yue Jiang and An Ying Lang from the guild tasked with catching people, or just other expo visitors.

The footsteps continued, as if someone were loitering and chatting nearby, the sound muffled through the old doorboards.

In this tense, ambiguous silence, Jin Chen leaned in, burying his face again in Cheng Lang's neck crook, affectionately pressing against him as he usually did at home.

But this time, it seemed somewhat different.

He didn't lightly bite as usual; instead, he gently sucked and kissed.

Cheng Lang lowered his gaze and could see the purple robe on Jin Chen; the person before him was Jin Chen, also Xun Chen…

Cheng Lang indulged him, tilting his head back, exposing himself more completely.

But with his mouth covered, his breathing grew a little strained; added to the stuffy heat of the cramped space, his face flushed uncontrollably, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Cheng Lang tried to pull his hand away, but Jin Chen's other hand, wrapped around his waist, seized his fingers, intertwining them so he couldn't move.

Having no other choice, he stroked Jin Chen's nape and hair roots with his free hand, as if soothing a big cat.

But… the footsteps outside grew closer, as if they had stopped right nearby!

Cheng Lang panicked, turned his head, and bit the edge of his palm.

Jin Chen winced in pain and finally released his grip.

"Xiao Chen…" Cheng Lang managed to catch his breath, lowering his voice, "They're going to find us… should we move somewhere else?"

Jin Chen lifted his head, looking at Cheng Lang's flushed cheeks and somewhat flustered eyes, "Didn't you say this place was well concealed, Senior?"

Cheng Lang: "……"

As he spoke, his breath blew hot and damp into Cheng Lang's ear, a low, enticing murmur: "Actually, I also want to… always teasing you like this, older brother—is it really okay?"

"But I don't do that with anyone else."

Cheng Lang was inexplicably pleased by those words.

Yes, Jin Chen only treats him this way.

This unique privilege greatly satisfied the possessive desire quietly growing in his heart, still unnamed.

【Heartbeat Value detected +10, total 54!】

Cheng Lang actually faintly felt Jin Chen's unusual bite just now, and knew he recently needed to cover those marks with a band-aid.

But… it's fine; he seems not to oppose it.

But this place is really stuffy, the air doesn't circulate, and he feels his whole body heating up.

"Xiao Chen," Cheng Lang's voice trembled a little, "let's change locations… this place… is hot."

Jin Chen assessed Cheng Lang's crimson face, his rapidly rising and falling chest, and his eyes, moist and bright from embarrassment.

Jin Chen drew even closer, nearly brushing Cheng Lang's ear, his warm breath slipping into the ear canal, "Older brother…"

"Is it really just because… it's hot?"

Cheng Lang's hairs stood on end, his pupils jerked violently, and a shockwave of panic swept through his limbs.

Jin Chen seized Cheng Lang's scorching earlobe with his teeth, a seductive, breathy sigh, once again drilling into his buzzing eardrum.

"Let me help you… okay?"

"Help… what?" Cheng Lang's voice dry, his head a little dizzy, he instinctively echoed the question.

Jin Chen released his bite on the earlobe, then brushed his warm lips lightly over that sensitive spot.

His finger tapped lightly.

"Here."

Cheng Lang's breathing fell completely into chaos.

He grabbed Jin Chen's restless wrist, his grip somewhat strong, his voice laced with panic, "Xiao Chen! You… do you know what you're saying?"

This is too over the line; it has completely exceeded the bounds that brothers should have.

But strangely, besides shock and panic, deep in his heart, a shameful secret flame surged up, scorching his reason.

Jin Chen let him hold his wrist, not struggling, merely continuing to look at him, his gaze so open it almost made Cheng Lang feel ashamed.

"I know." He said softly, tone innocent, "Brother, you're feeling awful, aren't you? It's stuffy in here, you're hot, your heart is racing, you're sweating."

"I just want to make you a bit more comfortable, just like you take care of me."

"How could it be the same!" Cheng Lang almost blurted out.

Cheng Lang's back was against the wall, Jin Chen in front of him, he was trapped in the middle, with no way to advance or retreat.

"Senior." Jin Chen called again, the hand holding Cheng Lang's wrist rubbing the softest skin on the inner side of the wrist, sending waves of tingling.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm a man." Cheng Lang forced out the words dryly.

"I know," Jin Chen said with a smile, his brows curving, in the dim light possessing a heart-stopping beauty, "I'm a man too, so it doesn't matter."

He wrapped his arms around Cheng Lang's waist, then bit his earlobe, controlling the thin waist muscles, "You can push me away, senior."

Cheng Lang's pupils scattered for an instant.

As if returning to the game, the Purple-clad Spirit Master grasped the warrior's most precious sword, favoring it greatly, fingertips rubbing and playing, testing the sword's toughness.

Cheng Lang, dazed, lowered his gaze, looking at Jin Chen, who lay in his arms constantly eating; though the bitten spot already had a stinging sensation, he was so practiced that he first instinctively embraced him, kneading Jin Chen's earlobe, his fingertips trembling violently.

But something was about to collapse.

At the moment he let go, Cheng Lang heard Jin Chen whisper softly in his ear, "Now we are the closest of people, are you happy?"

Cheng Lang's eyes revealed the obsession after being bewitched, he chuckled lightly and touched Jin Chen's face.

Desire for satisfaction grew unchecked.