Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Li Qinglu blinked: "Kaifeng Prefecture? That's so far?"

Wu Feng looked at her: "What's wrong? Don't you want to go?"

Li Qinglu shook her head, a smile curving her lips: "No, I'll go wherever you go."

After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to eat the naan bread in her hand.

The firelight reflected on her face, making the skin beneath the thin layer of powder appear slightly reddish.

Wu Xingyun opened his eyes, glanced at her, and then looked at Wu Feng.

There was a faint, indescribable emotion in those calm eyes.

Wu Feng noticed her gaze and looked up.

Their eyes met.

Wu Xingyun didn't speak, but looked at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes and continued to gnaw on the mutton in his hand.

Wu Feng looked at her, his brows twitching slightly.

At the edge of my field of vision, I think I just saw a line of small text pop up.

With a slight thought, he brought up the system interface and opened the favorability list.

Wu Xingyun's name was listed at the top, and the numbers following it made him pause for a moment.

[Wu Xingyun: Favorability +30, Current Favorability 698 (Like-minded)]

An increase of 30 points.

He stared at the number for a few moments, then looked up at Wu Xingyun.

She was still sitting opposite her, leaning against the tree trunk, her small face flushed red by the firelight, her eyelids lowered, and her expression unreadable.

Wu Feng looked away and closed the interface.

The increase in affection was inexplicable. He didn't do anything special; he just took her traveling, eating roasted meat, and munching on naan bread.

How did my favorability score increase?

He couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to think about it.

He tore off another piece of mutton, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The firelight flickered, and the night wind rustled the leaves.

After Li Qinglu finished eating the naan bread and mutton in her hand, she took out a water pouch from her bundle, drank a couple of sips, and then handed the water pouch to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng took it and drank a couple of sips as well.

Li Qinglu looked at him, her lips curving into a smile, her eyes shining.

Wu Feng handed the water pouch back to her. She took it, stuffed it back into her bundle, then shifted her body, leaned on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Wu Feng glanced down at her.

The firelight reflected on her face, softening her made-up features. The small, upturned edge of her fake beard swayed slightly in the light and shadow.

He continued turning the branches in his hands, roasting the remaining pieces of mutton.

Wu Xingyun sat opposite them, opened his eyes, and looked at them.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on her face.

Something flashed across those calm eyes, but quickly disappeared again.

She lowered her eyes and continued to rest against the tree trunk.

The campfire gradually dimmed, the flames turning from leaping to tiny sparks, flickering in the pile of dry branches.

The night wind rustled through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and the occasional cry of night birds could be heard from several layers of woods in the distance.

Li Qinglu leaned on Wu Feng's shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming steady. She leaned softly against him, her moon-white robe tinged with a faint gray-white in the night.

She was asleep, her lips slightly parted, and the small, upturned edge of her fake mustache trembled gently with her breathing.

Wu Feng glanced down at her and reached out to tuck the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear.

The movement was very gentle. She didn't wake up, but her brows relaxed slightly and the corners of her mouth curved into a very faint smile.

Wu Xingyun sat opposite him, leaning against the tree trunk, his eyes lowered.

The embers of the fire reflected on her face, flickering and casting light and shadow on her tender little face.

She opened her eyes, glanced at them, then lowered them again, saying nothing.

Wu Feng finished the last skewer of roasted mutton in his hand and stood up.

Li Qinglu lost her support, her body swayed, her brows furrowed, and she let out a muffled groan.

Wu Feng bent down and gently laid her flat on the withered leaves. He took out a clean coarse cloth shirt from his backpack, folded it, and placed it under her head as a pillow.

He then took out a thicker coat from his backpack and covered her with it.

Li Qinglu stirred, turned over, curled up, and her breathing became steady again.

Wu Feng straightened up and looked at Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun had closed his eyes, leaning against the tree trunk, his breathing long and even, as if he were asleep.

But Wu Feng knew she wasn't dead asleep; her ears were still twitching slightly as she listened to the sounds around her.

He didn't say anything, but turned and walked to a flat clearing at the edge of the woods.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his mind stirred slightly.

The soft sound of the hatch sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Wu Feng opened his eyes. The dim blue light inside the game pod was still shining, reflecting on the ceiling.

He sat up, rubbed his temples, and jumped out, bracing himself on the edge.

Draw back the curtains and take a look at the view outside the window.

The night was dark, and the light from the neon lights shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting several blurry, colorful halos on the ceiling.

He changed into loose clothes, grabbed his phone and keys, opened the door, and went out.

Arriving at the barbecue stalls on the street, with their plastic canopies, charcoal smoke rises, mingling with the aroma of cumin and chili, forming a slanting trail of smoke in the air.

A few plastic tables and chairs were set up under the awning, and several tables of diners were sitting there. Some were playing drinking games, some were bragging, and the lively atmosphere was mixed with noise.

He walked to his usual stall, where the middle-aged owner, wearing a greasy apron and holding a notebook, approached: "What would you like to eat?"

Wu Feng took the basket and picked out a few items from the freezer: ten lamb skewers, ten beef skewers, two chicken wings, one eggplant, two skewered chives, two skewers of dried tofu, two skewers of snails, two skewers of pig's penis, and two skewers of grasshoppers. He handed the basket to the shopkeeper: "And a bottle of beer, ice cold."

"Okay." The shopkeeper took the basket and turned back to get busy.

Wu Feng found an empty table and sat down.

The plastic stool was a bit low and not very comfortable to sit on. Soon, a clerk brought over a bottle of beer and a glass, which was still covered in water droplets and had been chilled.

He poured himself a glass, leaned back in his chair, and slowly drank it.

The beer is icy cold as it goes down, with a slightly bitter taste, and a sweet aftertaste lingers in the throat after swallowing.

He could hear the surrounding noise as if it were through a membrane, but he didn't care.

The barbecue was served one by one. He picked up a skewer of lamb and took a bite.

The meat was roasted until it was charred and fragrant, coated evenly with cumin and chili powder, and the oil melted in his mouth. He chewed slowly and then took a swig of beer.

After finishing our meal and paying the bill, we got up and headed back to our accommodation.

The night breeze brushed against my face, bringing a slight coolness.

Back in my room, I took a hot shower. Hot water poured over my head, over my shoulders, and down my back.

He closed his eyes, letting the warmth gradually melt away the soreness in his muscles.

After washing and drying myself, I changed into clean white pajamas. The soft fabric felt refreshing against my skin.

I walked back to the gaming pod, opened the hatch, and lay down. The hatch closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges. My consciousness sank.

The game world, the dense forest.

When the scene before him cleared up from its blurry state, he was still sitting on that open ground.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The night wind rustled through the trees.

He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and then closed them again.

The crimson vortex in his dantian slowly rotated, and the Northern Darkness True Qi flowed through his meridians like an invisible river.

He guided this vital energy, allowing it to circulate repeatedly within his body.

[Northern Darkness Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

The pale gold lettering moved steadily at the edge of the field of vision.

He immersed himself in the circulation of that true energy, letting the Northern Darkness Divine Art wash over his meridians again and again.

That balanced and peaceful internal energy flowed through my body, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

Time passed in the midst of cultivation. The moon slowly moved through the gaps in the branches and leaves, shifting from overhead to the west.

The night wind blew in gusts, rustling the branches and leaves. Occasionally, a night bird would fly by, its flapping wings quickly disappearing into the depths of the night.