Chapter 12

Now that everyone was present, we all started to sit down. We had been adhering to the policy of talking ill of someone who wasn’t present, so now we couldn’t really do that anymore.

Well, we could talk ill of Kan Jian since he was out of town.

I glanced at my phone, which kept dinging as Kan Jian sent text after text: “It’s a pity that I haven’t returned yet. Will you be angry, Boss? Don’t be angry with me. I’ll try to make up for it.”

I really couldn’t talk ill of him.

After everyone was seated, Black Glasses asked, “What were you all talking about just now? You’re being quiet. You’re not quiet people.”

Nobody answered. Poker-Face watched the heavy rain outside, the raindrops hitting the glass one by one. It was raining heavily south of the Yangtze River and I didn’t know what would happen to the houses in Rain Village.

Although the world was difficult, every once in a while, people would inevitably want to leave their original environment. After everyone around them was well, every day would pass by in a haze, which would eventually make one’s skin itch. They would either want to leave the inherent environment or spend a long time recalling the things of the past. But when I saw Poker-Face’s eyes watching the rain, I didn’t know what he was thinking about, let alone which year or century he was recalling.

It was annoying to be buddies with a near-immortal.

Fatty really wasn’t used to the silence, and immediately said, “Telling a story. It was fucking interesting, too. If you hadn’t come in just now, we would’ve reached the climax.”

“Fat Master, you can do that just by listening?” Wang Meng was surprised. “You’ve got a supernatural ability!”

Black Glasses said, “Oh? What story is so good? Who’s telling it?”

Everyone clearly had no backbone and instinctively looked at Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua was the only one who looked at me, “Wu Xie, of course. He owes so much money, so I made him tell a story as punishment.”

Everyone immediately looked at me, not even putting up a fight. I cursed in my heart, shit, is money so effective in times of peace? Black Glasses tilted his head, smiled, and looked at me, “Go on.”

“Don’t you guys want to eat first?” I asked. “I’m hungry. I’m suddenly very hungry. And let’s drink. How long has it been since I’ve seen you? Why are we even talking? Let’s sing some karaoke after drinking.”

The waiter immediately came over, “Would everyone like to order?”

Black Glasses raised his hand, “We’re not in any hurry, let’s get some tea first.”

The waiter glanced at me. I was just about to speak, but Li Cu suddenly stood up, hooked his arm around the waiter, and showed him out.

Shitty brat! I felt as if old blood was stuck in my throat.

Black Glasses obviously noticed that something was up, so he looked at me with a smile. I glanced at Fatty, who said, “What you were talking about just now was quite good. Go on.”

I turned my head and saw that Poker-Face had turned back to look at me.

“It was fifty years ago at Changsha Dart Summit—”

“Bullshit. The story you were just telling must be related to me.” Black Glasses glanced at Xiao Hua, “Say it well. If what you say isn’t good, then you’ll have to drink later.”

I rubbed my face and saw Liu Sang pointing to my heart, secretly hinting that it was beating too fast. Bai Haotian made a gesture at me that meant: You can do it!

Since I used to tell stories to fool her, she thought that I was particularly good at storytelling.

Ok, I thought as I calmed myself down. I’m also a person who can write to a certain degree. Although I didn’t know what happened after that, Black Glasses was alive now, wasn’t he? In that case, I’d just make up the rest by following that general direction.

I glanced at Xiao Hua. Xie Yuchen, you won’t get away with this.

Then, I started making up the story, “It’s said that at that time—”

Black Glasses and Chuchu took a sorceress deep into the minefield. Since there might’ve been unexploded engineering mines below them, the two carefully stepped on the soft fallen leaves.

But Black Glasses was confident. Several generations had been walking this path, which showed that the way should be clear even though it was difficult to recognize.

There’s no need to be accurate to the point that every footfall is right, Black Glasses thought to himself. But when he looked at Chuchu, he actually felt a little guilty in his heart.

Although he wasn’t the type to be troubled by emotions, Black Glasses still felt a little conflicted when it came to accidental injuries. This Northeastern girl was too young at that time, and seeing that she hadn’t recovered even up to now, Black Glasses must’ve been showing a different kind of emotion behind those sunglasses.

When I said this, I glanced at Black Glasses. He looked at me without admitting or denying anything, so I continued with my sappy story.

But just when I was about to speak, I suddenly thought of another possibility, “Shit, don’t tell me you wanted to kill all three of you in that minefield?”

Black Glasses grinned, “You made it up very well just now, but you won’t be able to later. Keep going. If you’re wrong, I’ll correct you.”

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