Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Inside the private room of the mahjong parlor, the aroma of tea mingled with the crisp sound of shuffling the mahjong tiles, wafting gently under the warm yellow light.

After having eaten and drunk their fill, the group was half-coaxed and half-dragged by Qingque to come here.

In her words: Lu Ze is currently sleeping soundly thirty years in the past. The flow of time on his side is different from ours. We can't just sit here and wait for him to wake up.

Now that we have four people here, how about we play a few rounds of the exciting Imperial Jade Card Game to pass the time?

At first, March 7th righteously declared that he didn't know how to play cards, but he couldn't resist Qingque's encouragement.

She got completely carried away after playing less than two laps.

She held the cards, shifting them to the left and comparing them to the right, clumsily arranging them back and forth, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Dan Heng sat to the side, his eyes fixed on the card table, clearly calculating the optimal solution for each hand.

Xing, while drawing cards, would glance at his phone screen every now and then to make sure there were no new messages from Lu Ze.

Just as everyone was having a great time, Xing's phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Xing picked up the phone, glanced at it, and then handed it to Qingque:

"Qingque, Lu Ze is having some trouble with his work at Taibusi. He sent over a bunch of documents, saying he doesn't understand how to categorize and archive them."

At that moment, Qingque was holding a winning hand and was about to dominate the battlefield when she heard Xing's words, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

"Sister! I'm telling you, this isn't right!!"

Qingque looked at Xing with a reluctant expression, her tone filled with endless disdain.

"I finished my work at the tax office just to slack off, so why do I have to help Lu Ze with work from thirty years ago?"

"President Qing, please help us out. We can play a few more rounds with you later."

Xing clasped his hands together, his golden eyes filled with sincerity, his expression so genuine that it was impossible to refuse him.

Qingque glanced at Xing, who was looking at her expectantly, and then at Sanyueqi and Danheng, who were also looking at her. She took a deep breath and resignedly stretched out her hand.

"Sigh, fine, just this once, and don't let it happen again."

"Yay! Long live the Youth Federation!" Xing happily raised the jade plaque in her hand and waved it.

"Long live the Emperor! That won't do. The Immortal Ship Alliance will hunt him down."

Suddenly, Qingque told a lame joke from the League, then laughed out loud herself before focusing intently on looking through the pictures Luze had sent.

One can only say that Qingque truly lives up to its name.

The task of classifying and filing these documents was like a foreign language to Lu Ze, but it was as simple as breathing for her.

The management system of the Tabuan Library thirty years ago is very similar to that of today, and the filing and numbering rules are consistent.

In no time, she had finished processing all of Lu Ze's work for the entire day. Each picture was marked with a red circle indicating its corresponding archive number and bookshelf location, and a brief description was thoughtfully included in the notes section.

"Oops—"

Qingque stretched comfortably, handed the phone back to Xing, and then waved her hand boldly, "Come on! Imperial Jade Token, let's fight to the death!"

Before everyone could even start shuffling the cards, a loud, cracking sound came from behind them.

The window was blasted open from the outside with tremendous force, and shards of glass flew into the private room like raindrops.

"Be careful!"

Dan Heng's voice rang out the instant the windowpane shattered.

His reaction was extremely fast; he instantly cast a light blue shield around everyone, deflecting all the flying fragments.

The fragments clattered against the shield wall before bouncing off to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people dressed in monks' robes and carrying rapiers filed in through the broken window.

They wore hoods, their faces completely hidden in the shadows of the hoods, making it impossible to discern their features.

"Who are you people?" Dan Heng shouted sharply, holding his spear horizontally in front of him.

The monk drew his sword the instant he landed, his movements clean and swift, and then he dashed towards the crowd.

From beginning to end, he had no intention of communicating with anyone.

The private room was not very big to begin with, and with so many people suddenly flooding in, it became extremely crowded.

Hoshiichi smashed a monk in robes who was charging at him head-on with his baseball bat, but almost tripped over a chair next to him.

The arrows of March 7th could not find a suitable shooting angle in the confined space, so they could only temporarily switch to close-range defense.

Qingque huddled in the corner, occasionally throwing out a Jade Card to provide support.

While dodging the flying sword light, she shouted to the others, "I've already notified the Cloud Riders; they'll be here soon."

Upon hearing that the Cloud Cavalry would arrive soon, Xing and his men immediately changed their fighting style, focusing on defense in an attempt to delay the enemy as much as possible.

Danheng's spear was difficult to fully extend in the confined space, and he could only barely maintain his defense with short thrusts and sweeps.

As the battles continued, Danheng gradually noticed a detail—each of these monks' advances had a clear target.

That was the phone Xing had just put into his pocket.