Chapter 742: Epilogue (13)
Cruise Party
[Part 11]
In the dense crowd, Ji Guan spotted Wen Jianyan at a glance.
After all, among so many people, he was the only one looking left and right, appearing quite sneaky.
However, before he could finish speaking, the other party said in an extremely rapid tone:
“If Bai Xue looks for me, don’t tell him where I am.”
Ji Guan: “…”
Although the question hadn’t been voiced, the answer seemed self-evident.
After saying this, Wen Jianyan paused, seemingly thinking of something, and added: “Oh right, if Su Cheng asks, don’t say you saw me either, understand?”
Ji Guan: “…………”
He looked at Wen Jianyan, stayed silent for a long while, and slowly asked: “President.”
Wen Jianyan: “?”
“It was one thing in the instances, but isn’t this peacetime now?” he asked, baffled. “How could you possibly offend our own people all over again at a time like this?”
Wen Jianyan felt very wronged.
Heaven knows, he had already turned over a new leaf long ago. At least half of what he said in ten sentences was the truth; how was he still seen as a delinquent element?
Before he could finish defending himself, he saw Ji Guan looking at him sideways: “Then why are you hiding from them?”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He gave two dry laughs: “Old debts.”
Facts proved that although lying could bring temporary freedom, as time went on, ghosts would eventually come knocking at your door.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but glance at Wu Zhu.
See?
The biggest creditor of all was still right here.
And the one he was looking at seemed to have completely misunderstood the meaning of his gaze.
The creditor leaned down, closed in, and intimately tried to claim a kiss from him.
“Hey, you two!!!” Ji Guan was flustered and exasperated, gritting his teeth. “Can’t you see there’s a person standing right here!!!!”
“Indeed, in broad daylight with everyone watching, it’s too inappropriate.”
Wen Jianyan pushed Wu Zhu away, looking around shiftily like a thief:
“At least wait until no one’s around!”
Ji Guan: “………………”
Is that really the issue?!!
While they were talking, the crowd on the deck began to continuously walk towards the hall.
Kong Wei, who was previously blocking the door, had stepped aside at some point. The main doors of the hall were generously wide open, and gorgeous lights spilled out from within, scattering across the deck.
Wen Jianyan turned his head to watch the direction the crowd was surging towards: “It seems Dark Fire has finished setting up the venue.”
He wondered how Qi Qian and the others were planning to catch Figaro.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit interested.
“Let’s go, we should head in too.”
Entering the hall, Wen Jianyan almost couldn’t recognize where he was.
Not only was this place completely renovated, but it had also become even more magnificent on top of its previous foundation.
It seemed like every possible decoration had been stuffed into this hall, making this massive space almost look a little cramped.
The muscle under Ji Guan’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.
Probably because the dazzling light hurt his eyes a bit.
Right at this moment, a melodious whistle of appreciation came from beside him.
Immediately followed by his President’s unreserved praise: “This place looks really good!”
Ji Guan: “…”
No wonder it inexplicably felt so familiar.
He always got this feeling every time he returned to the guild headquarters.
The number of anchors who survived after the final battle was actually not small.
During that siege back then, not all anchors participated. Aside from those whose levels were too low and simply didn’t meet the requirements to witness it, at least 30% of the high-level anchors chose to wait and see.
They sniffed out the terrifying crisis hidden behind the massive benefits, and fear ultimately triumphed over greed.
Therefore, while Chen Mo, Wen Ya, and the others rushed into the instance, Kong Wei, Maggie, and others stayed inside the guild, ready for anything.
After the Nightmare completely disappeared, the entire anchor hall also began to waver. The power that originally maintained its existence started to collapse, all the buildings began to crumble, the boundary between virtual and reality started to blur, and everything began to change beyond recognition.
And they quickly sprang into action, maintaining order in the chaos to ensure as many people as possible survived.
He watched Maggie rush over screaming with pleasant surprise like a small cannonball fired from its barrel, only to stop thrillingly right before nearly crashing into someone.
Ji Guan: “…”
So you were the culprit all along.
Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something: “Dark Fire actually let you decorate?”
Maggie suddenly fell silent.
“Why?” Wen Jianyan was thoughtful.
Maggie hemmed and hawed.
Not far ahead, a commotion broke out.
Rumble!!!
A loud crash was heard, and immediately after, the area ahead was in utter chaos, dust flying everywhere.
A massive celebration banner lay crumpled on the ground. A table had been overturned, the drinks on it smashed to pieces. Several people lay sprawled across it; beneath their bodies, the words “Welcome” and “Pinocchio” could faintly be seen.
Chen Cheng: “Who’s pressing on my leg!”
The few of them were furious and looked disheveled, wrestling on the ground, nearly turning into a brawl.
Wen Ya had long been struck dumb.
She stood to the side, looking quite despairing.
“What happened?” A voice came from the side.
The mutual brawling stopped simultaneously. They all stiffened, raised their heads, and looked in the direction the voice came from.
It was Wen Jianyan.
“…”
For a moment, the air fell into dead silence.
They maintained their original postures, saying nothing, looking at each other in dismay.
With a stinky face, Chen Cheng yanked his arm back from Hugo’s grip, looking like he really wanted to curse someone out.
Wen Jianyan glanced at the banner on the ground, then looked at the few people in front of him.
“This is…”
“Sigh.”
He let out a sigh.
“This was supposed to be a surprise.”
Chen Cheng: “Why are you looking at me?!”
The answer was already abundantly clear.
Why Su Cheng had agreed so easily to hold it on the cruise ship; why Qi Qian and Dark Fire were so tight-lipped about everything; why Figaro had felt absolutely no sense of crisis towards his warning; why their guild members’ enthusiasm for participating was so high; why Chen Cheng actively helped; why Kong Wei stopped him at the door; and why Maggie was in charge of decorating the hall.
This was originally a party held to welcome Wen Jianyan’s return.
“You lied to us so many times, for so long; in the end, it’s about time you played the role of someone who knows nothing.”
Wen Ya smiled.
She tilted her head to the side:
“It’s just a pity that, thanks to a few certain restless idiots, we still couldn’t keep it a secret until the very last moment.”
The few certain restless idiots: “…”
Wen Jianyan lowered his head and pulled up the banner with both hands, his gaze falling on it.
The huge text was very eye-catching.
“…”
He lowered his eyes, not saying a word.
Perhaps the silence lasted a bit too long. Wen Ya, beside him, looked at him and voiced her concern: “…What’s wrong?”
The bright light landed on the crown of Wen Jianyan’s head.
Hearing Wen Ya’s voice, he looked up.
Whether because the light above was too bright, or because the surrounding decorations were too gorgeous, his eyes were equally lustrous, shining brightly.
“I didn’t notice at all.”
He smiled.
“You guys completely fooled me.”
