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Chapter 2832 Fun

Chapter 2832 Fun
"What do you say?"

The group of professional gamers around couldn't hold back any longer and shouted in unison at the Taoist priest who was surrounded, "Say that again!!"

"Don't rush, don't rush."

While replying to messages with unfocused eyes, the sorcerer said impatiently, "I'm talking to him!"

……

two minutes later
"Gan!"

The Taoist priest, his eyes now clear again, slapped his forehead, which was now slightly red.

"Uh……"

Bitch Cat gently tugged at the Taoist priest's sleeve and whispered, "Fang Fang, what's wrong? What did Black Fan say to you?"

"He didn't say anything."

The Taoist priest twitched his lips and said in a dry voice, "We only exchanged a few words, and then he stopped talking to me!"

He hung up on me.

The fiery ape-like figure pinched its nose and screamed beside them, repeating in a subtle yet vivid voice, "He! Hung up! My! Phone!"

"..."

Fang Shi glared fiercely at Yuan Fangwei, then took a deep breath and said to everyone in a deep voice, "Alright, alright, the plan has changed. Let me explain briefly. Everyone, please listen quietly."

Yes~*N
And so, a group of renowned professional gamers, like kindergarteners, responded in unison, their voices hoarse from shouting.

……

Time flies, time flies
five minutes later
"Simply put..."

Bitch Cat stroked her chin and blinked, saying, "First, Pastor Black Vane found Awakening Dragon, then Awakening Dragon introduced him to Cleaner, and finally, because Cleaner found it troublesome, he was sent to you, Fangfangfangfang?"

The alchemist nodded.

Baihua Sha clicked her tongue and said with a subtle expression, "Then after that kid added you as a friend, the first thing he asked was if you were with someone from the Red Constellation, and if there were any other professional players around?"

The alchemist nodded.

"And when the old sorcerer spoke the truth, he indicated that all of us were there afterward—"

While fiddling with the revolver at his waist, the ghoul said in a dry voice, "They just cut to the chase and asked us if we were here to curry favor with him?"

The alchemist nodded.

Bloodstained chuckled: "Then before Brother Yuanshi could finish speaking, Black Fan asked him again, 'Do we want to try and get a world quest or something?'"

The Taoist priest said, "...I'm about to succeed in losing weight."

Bloodstained: "And what about the amount of hair?"

"Senior Cleaner".

The sorcerer gritted his teeth and said irritably, "Control your kids!"

"Blood girl, don't be so disrespectful."

The cleaner patted the bloodstained shoulder, and then, after the latter obediently squatted on the ground with his knees drawn up like a kitten, he turned to the sorcerer and said, "Sorry, sorry, we have a lot of teenagers here, and they're all difficult to manage and unconventional. Please bear with them."

The Taoist priest: "...It's nothing."

So, you see—

The cleaner's expression turned serious, and he asked earnestly, "Is your hair alright?"

Taoist priest: "..."

It can only be said that although people may not laugh when they are extremely helpless, nine times out of ten they will really want to call the police. At least Fang Shi really wants to call the police right now.

"Alright, alright, stop bullying little brother Fangshi."

Although he looks like a scoundrel, he's definitely not a good person. Yuan Fangwei waved his hand and said seriously, "In short, that little brother Hei Fan first confirmed with the sorcerer whether we were all there, then he bluntly pointed out that he wanted to grow his hair long, and then..."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Fang Shi angrily interrupted Yuan Fangweiwu, gritting his teeth and saying, "He first confirmed the situation of our group, then directly asked us if we were here to curry favor with him, then asked us if we were here to freeload off world quests, and finally asked us if we wanted to use him to climb the social ladder by allying with the Holy Church!"

Yuan Fangwei: "Eh? Where's the hair?"

The sorcerer was furious: "No hair!"

Holy crap!

Yuan Fangwei was greatly surprised and exclaimed in a booming voice, "So they've all fallen off?"

【Four Symbols Sealing】

The next instant, the sorcerer suddenly raised his hand and swung it at Yuan Fangwei, then took a step forward and grabbed the latter's long, short hair with his right hand, determined to turn him bald in the Realm of Innocence—

【Shiki Paper Sharp Gun】

Bang! ! !
The next moment, with a muffled thud, the once mighty giant bear slapped the sorcerer several meters away, then reverted to human form, grinning and saying, "Sorry, druids' immunity to control skills is ridiculously strong!"

"Let's get down to business first."

Perfume, the fourth director of the [Golden Baby] studio, sighed helplessly, "In short, what that Black Brahma little brother meant was that he could let us get close to him, let us participate in world quests, and even put in a good word for us with the Holy Church Alliance or make introductions, but..."

The foodie dad chuckled as he teased the Mudkachu on his shoulder, "But you want all of us to cooperate completely, right? Unconditionally."

"Nek!"

The Mud Puppy perched on its foodie dad's shoulder let out a happy cry, which utterly charmed Hundred Flowers Kill, Bloodstained, and Perfume.

"This kid is treating us like ordinary soldiers."

The Cleaner laughed heartily, seemingly not only without any dissatisfaction but even quite pleased: "To be able to have you professional gamers so thoroughly under his thumb, this dedication truly deserves the achievements he has made in the past year."

The Crimson Prince coughed lightly and nudged the Cleaner with a somewhat subtle expression: "Don't say 'you guys,' we're professional gamers."

"I'm not a professional gamer."

Yuan Fangwei raised his arm high and said innocently, "The Typing Warrior told me there were benefits to take advantage of, so I came."

Professional gamers: "..."

"Fine, we didn't have any other choice anyway."

The ghoul shrugged and said in a light tone, "I can make a statement first: the [Undying] Studio is willing to cooperate with Black Vane within the limits of what is permissible. I personally and the resources within my authority are willing to be at his disposal as long as it does not seriously harm our interests."

Bitch Cat smiled and said in a light tone, "I came here to help, but unfortunately I can't add Brother Black Fan as a friend, so I'll have to ask Fangfangfangfangfang to tell him that as long as it benefits the people of the Blood Barbarian Region, we at [Cat Tree] will do our best to cooperate."

"Our Gymboree studio has no objections either."

Xiang Shui smiled slightly and said to Fang Shi in a serious tone, "You can rest assured, Brother Hei Fan. Although only I, the fourth director, am here, the studio has given me considerable authority. Even if it's not as much as the heavyweight sponsorship of the Wealth Cult, it won't be too far behind."

"Uh, well, let me say something first..." The sorcerer weakly raised his hand to interrupt everyone's statement, and said helplessly, "You may not have fully understood what I'm saying, so let me explain it a little more."

So everyone quieted down and looked at the sorcerer who had been in direct contact with the Black Brahma with some puzzlement.

"I know what everyone means, and I understand your statements just now. I don't mind conveying your goodwill, but the problem is—"

The sorcerer twitched his lips and said in a dry voice, "Hei Fan didn't ask for our opinions, do you understand? He didn't ask us whether we were willing to help from the beginning, and before I could even reply, he assigned us the task on the premise that we were willing to help, and told us to just get to work."

Professional gamers: "..."

It's clear that, given that everyone is smart enough and the Taoist priest's explanation was clear enough, the root cause of this 'misunderstanding' lies entirely in Hei Fan's brief, concise, and simplistic one-sided communication. This is why the people, who are used to discussing things together, couldn't understand it. Even Yuan Fangwei, who kept saying he wasn't a professional gamer but actually dealt with professional gamers all along, was dumbfounded.

However, not everyone was bewildered. For example, the two oldest guys were surprisingly calm at this moment.

"These young people nowadays are really something else."

The cleaner standing on the outside clicked his tongue, turned to his foodie father standing next to him and smiled, "Of course, so does your son. Although it might seem like meddling, I still want to say that with his talent and temperament, he can definitely start trying to become a 'professional gamer' right now, and the [Tokiwa] studio is indeed a good stepping stone and starting point."

"Young man, you must be in your early thirties, right? Aren't you still a young man?"

The foodie dad looked at the cleaner with a smile and said, "Don't always talk like an old man. When you get to my age, you won't need to pretend; people will know you're an uncle."

The cleaner shrugged, stroked the stubble on his chin, and chuckled, "Uncle Chi, you don't know, in our line of work, someone my age is practically dirt-covered. Seriously, looking across the entire professional circle, you won't find many people older than me."

"That's true."

The foodie dad recalled for a moment and nodded, saying, "Even that kid Huo Jian seems to be a little younger than you. According to the other kids, he's considered a veteran among veterans."

Remember when Giovanni, before joining Tokiwa Studios, had already made a name for himself in various games with the nickname "Fire Sword"? The Scavenger whistled, then looked the gluttonous father up and down, and sighed, "Unfortunately, it's still not quite there yet."

"Ok?"

The foodie dad paused for a moment, then chuckled helplessly, "You mean me? I've heard those kids say that so many times these days, saying that if I had entered the professional world earlier, I would have achieved great things, but I chose the wrong career and missed my prime. Haha, really..."

The cleaner raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What? You don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe it. I know I'm quite talented in this area, but I'm quite satisfied with my life so far, so I can't empathize with them at all."

The foodie dad patted the Mudka on his shoulder and chuckled, “Back in my day, playing video games was still a bit unconventional. Although I could see a future in it, I didn’t really have any ideas about it, and my family didn’t really support it. Plus, the industry wasn’t as vibrant as it is now, so I gave it up early. That’s how I met my wife, and then we had Redfire. Now I can play games with my son and tease him a bit before he gets too big for his britches. I’m already quite satisfied.”

The cleaner clicked his tongue and chuckled, "You seem to have a very open-minded attitude."

"At this age, what is there to be upset about?"

Actually, he's not that old, but because he's been in contact with so many young people lately, his tone has unconsciously become more weathered. The foodie dad laughed and shook his head, saying, "So, you don't need to feel sorry for someone like me. If I were also resentful, I could comfort myself and let everyone coax me, but I'm very satisfied with the current situation. I really can't empathize with you."

"What you said makes sense, very much so."

The cleaner nodded vigorously, then said with a half-smile, "But the problem is, you seem to have misunderstood what I meant earlier."

The foodie dad looked at the cleaner with some confusion and asked curiously, "What do you mean? Don't you think it's a pity I didn't take advantage of my prime years, just like Fire Sword and the others?"

"No."

The Cleaner shook his head firmly and said seriously, "The 'pity' I'm referring to has never been about you, but about that kid Fire Sword."

The foodie dad was confused again and asked, "Fire Sword? Is there anything about him that you feel sorry for?"

"Of course there are."

The cleaner crossed his arms and said in a light tone, "Just based on what he said, I feel extremely sorry for him. After so many years of training, his strength is so-so, just average. He's at the level of an ordinary, mediocre expert. But his judgment... sigh, it's hard to explain."

The foodie dad shrugged: "So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is that I am very clear that we are actually the same kind of people, uncles."

The Cleaner stared intently at the face before him, a face that must have been handsome and cold in its youth, but now was quite gentle, like a kind and unassuming gentleman: "So I can see that the so-called golden age doesn't really mean anything to you. Admittedly, in many regular games you can only be a first-rate player at best, and it's almost impossible for you to realize your full potential. But the game [Innocent Realm] is different."

"Is that so?"

The foodie dad replied casually, "I think it's not much different from other virtual games."

"I see your mountain, uncle."

The cleaner narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips that appeared unkempt and dissolute to outsiders, but was strangely familiar and felt like a distant memory to the foodie dad. He said softly, "Perhaps you can even fool yourself, but that mountain doesn't lie. Even though I could only admire it from afar through a screen, in that instant, when you stood atop the mountain, looking down on everything, I could still feel that the very strong, very strong person I was back then had not rested in peace."

"Judging from your choice of words, you're probably not a liberal arts student, are you?"

"I don't know, I started playing games before we were divided into arts and science classes."

"Heh, that's good."

"And you? How are you?"

"Of course I'm fine too."

"Speaking of which..."

"I have no intention of joining the [Red Constellation]."

"See, you're overthinking it again."

"Then tell us about it?"

"Now that you have money and free time, and a happy and fulfilling life, why not take this opportunity to make up for some of the regrets you had back then?"

"I have no regrets."

"You have."

"Haha, you little..."

"You're just too strong, so strong that others don't even have the right to look up to you, which is why you think you've 'no regrets'."

"..."

"Just like when I willingly retired back then, I thought I was satisfied and could live a carefree life."

"so?"

"I think [The Realm of Innocence] is a lot of fun."

"..."

"That's all. That's all I wanted to say."

"Really?"

What did you say?