Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1017. The Infinite Time-Space Hotel (57)

Meng sat for a while longer, then, perhaps a little bored, stood up.

She had just stood up when she saw that the boy over there had also stood up.

"Sister, may I have this dance with you?" the boy asked politely. "I'm Ping'er's boyfriend, my name is Damin."

—What a boon to the people!
—He's not handsome either!
—I think Meng Ye has bad taste; the people she's interested in don't seem to be handsome enough.

She only admires handsome men; she needs a certain feeling to be in a relationship.

—No…why are you so sure that Meng also loves Damin?
—Oh right, it's perfectly normal for her to shed a tear if a regular friend dies!
—It was indeed just one drop; there wasn't a second one.

Meng raised an eyebrow and stared at Damin for a while before nodding slightly.

Damin immediately took Mengye's hand and walked towards the dance floor.

Lin Xi and the others could only follow, but since they couldn't dance, they could only wander around the dance floor.

Well... thankfully, no one else could see them.

Meng Ye... didn't seem to know how to dance either. After one round, he stepped on Damin's feet several times.

She could only apologize again and again, and Damin always gently said it was okay.

"Didn't you want to ask me about Ping'er?" Meng Ye finally got a little used to it and spoke up.

"Oh right, Ping'er, she was injured before, wasn't she?" Damin asked.

Meng was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"You should ask Ping'er these questions directly, whether you want to care about her or just want to take advantage of her."

"Use her?" Damin was slightly surprised. "What is there about her that I could use?"

“I mean, take advantage of any injuries she may have had,” Meng said with a smile.

"Sister, are you so careful with your words?" Damin smiled as well.

"It's already leaked. I advise you, if you don't intend to treat her well, it's best not to provoke her."

"I've already provoked her. She's my girlfriend now."

Meng Ye stopped talking, and Damin stopped talking. When the music stopped, Damin released Meng Ye's waist and was about to take her hand to go back when Meng Ye smiled slightly.

"Sorry, I have to go now. You guys continue playing."

After saying that, Meng walked across the now empty dance floor and headed towards the entrance of the dance hall.

So many eyes are on me!

Meng Ye's clothes are so eye-catching.

—A dress that would stand out in a dance hall, a face that was both innocent and quiet yet aloof and capable of a mocking smile—Meng knew exactly how to attract attention.

—She doesn't seem to be doing it on purpose.

—The most terrifying thing is when it happens unintentionally.

—She didn't actually mock much.

—No, she often mocked people, and she often cursed them.

—She didn't swear!
—She cursed, but she cursed indirectly, without using any vulgar language, and only cursed half of the person.

—Yes, in the beginning, an annoying person asked her to dance. She politely said thank you, and the person said, "What are you pretending for?" She smiled and said, "I was pretending, but I wasn't pretending for your mother."

—The person asked her how she swore. She said she never swore, and the things she did swore about were… she didn’t finish.

—Yes, yes, I remember now.

—Sorry, I was just discussing with someone whether Da Min and the boss look alike, so I didn't see this part.

Sometimes, don't talk too much, or you'll miss out on a lot of wonderful things.

—Doesn't anyone care about 123 and the others? They've been following several scenes already; shouldn't they take a break?

Lin Xi and the others were indeed a bit tired. When they came out of the dance hall, they looked at the sky and realized it was almost evening.

“Let’s find a hotel nearby!” Gan Ning said. “I’ve looked, there are only very small inns, no guesthouses or hotels or anything like that,” Lin Xi said.

"As long as it's clean, I'll make do with it."

“There’s plenty of open space here, why don’t we bring our own tents and bedding? It’ll be cleaner,” Huang Jingjing suggested.

Lin Xi had the same idea and immediately agreed.

"Let's teleport to the vicinity of Meng Ye's house. There's a high dam and water to the north of her house. We can pitch our tent there and do laundry there."

“Okay,” Huang Jingjing was the first to agree.

The five people quickly teleported to the embankment north of Meng Ye's house. Lin Xi summoned tents, just enough for each person to have a single tent.

—Just between you and me, if 123 don't find a hotel to stay in, can they still go back?
—It seems they went straight to Meng Ye's house. In the end, will they also have to go back to the hotel from Meng Ye's house?
—Maybe I won't need to go back to the hotel; I can just get through customs directly.

After setting up the tent, the five of them ate another meal, and then it seemed they realized they had missed a meal.

But I didn't feel hungry.

After eating, Gan Ning and his group went out and found a place where they could go down to the water's edge.

Several people went to wash their faces and brush their teeth.

Across the dam was a field, which looked like it was planted with rice.

There are still mosquitoes at night.

However, Gan Ning has props specifically designed to repel mosquitoes, so he doesn't need to use things like floral water.

“Look, the Big Dipper.” Huang Jingjing pointed to the northern sky. “So many stars, and they’re so clear.”

“That’s very bright over there, that must be Polaris,” Lin Xi said.

What a beautiful starry sky!
—It feels like the sky is much closer now.

—And the sound of frogs croaking.

—That feels so good, so comfortable.

—Is it comfortable? Can you fall asleep while listening to the croaking of frogs?
—Didn't 105 once say that if you treat it as a song, you can fall asleep?

—Now I finally understand why 105 had this idea. It turns out that you can hear frogs croaking in her house too.

—The fragrance of rice blossoms heralds a bountiful harvest, accompanied by a chorus of frogs.

Looking at the starry sky and listening to the frogs is truly wonderful, with no mosquitoes biting and the weather neither too hot nor too cold.

Lin Xi and the other four sat outside for a long time before returning to the tent.

The next day, all five of them woke up very early.

As soon as they stepped out of the tent, they paused for a moment, then looked at each other.

Meng was walking slowly eastward along the embankment, looking at the horizon as he went.

The sun is slowly rising, giving people a sense of upward momentum.

But Meng was neither happy nor sad; her expression was calm, revealing no emotion.

—How Meng Ye, who was indifferent and aloof, transformed into the warm and easy-going Sister 105.

—Actually, Sister 105 sometimes laughs at herself, and at those times, she still has a bit of Meng Ye's shadow.

—Yes, sometimes she might have a bad time texting with her boss, and she'll give a self-deprecating laugh.

Back then, she still resembled her younger self somewhat.

Meng didn't see Lin Xi and the others, nor did he seem to see the tent.

She walked for a while, then stopped to admire the sunrise. Only after the sun had fully risen did she turn around and walk back.

I had only walked a few steps when I saw a little boy running towards me, panting.

The boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, but you could still tell he was younger than Xiao Guo.

"Xiao Ye, I overslept again today," Xiao Guo said, somewhat annoyed. "I'm sorry, I promise I won't be late tomorrow."