Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 764 Whistleblower

The live stream plaza has changed from its previous state where no one dared to enter. Many players, carrying their purchased snacks and drinks, happily walked into the revamped plaza—these were players who did not intend to participate in the guild competition.

Some players sat in the stands with serious and complicated expressions, glancing from time to time at the large and small black screens in mid-air, scratching their heads in frustration—these were players participating in the guild competition.

The audience could be roughly divided into these two types of players, and of course, there were also some players with shining eyes who were watching the female Poker League players who were busy tidying up the gambling table—these were players who were trying to win a lot of points and live off the game.

...The myriad aspects of human nature are vividly displayed at this moment.

Anjie quietly watched the players with different expressions in the live broadcast square, her gaze slowly landing on the two female players in the third row of the audience through the crowd.

Ruan Qinghe, with her light golden hair, was covering her mouth and laughing, as if she was talking to Shi Yuan beside her about something very funny.

From Anjie's perspective, apart from her skin and hair being more prominent than normal, Ruan Qinghe's behavior was no different from that of a normal girl.

—Compared to her age, Ruan Qinghe is indeed a girl.

Just as An Jie was about to leave, Ruan Qinghe in the audience suddenly looked over from across the crowd.

"..."

The two locked eyes briefly for a few seconds. Ruan Qinghe seemed to pause for a moment, then gave An Jie her signature gentle smile from a distance.

Anjie: "..."

Anjie nodded slightly to her, then picked up the groceries and turned to leave.

"What is the president looking at?"

Shi Yuan, watching Ruan Qinghe's stunned expression from the audience, subconsciously turned his head—there were too many players coming and going, and he couldn't see clearly who Ruan Qinghe was looking at just now.

"One, a fairly familiar old friend."

Ruan Qinghe smiled and said, "But I guess she doesn't consider me a friend."

Shi Yuan: "..."

In real life, she would have scoffed and called him a "green tea b*tch" to deliberately evoke disgust in herself towards someone she'd never met before—but the person in front of her was Ruan Qinghe.

What Ruan Qinghe meant by saying this was most likely that she knew the other person and unilaterally considered the other person to be her "friend," but the other person was probably not familiar with her at all.

Shi Yuan, who suffered greatly from this, felt the same way.

"Why don't you speak?"

Ruan Qinghe smiled at her: "Are you worried about the guild competition?"

"...kind of."

Shi Yuan nodded in agreement: "President, aren't you worried?"

"No way," Ruan Qinghe said with a smile, "It's not like I'll really die, what's there to be afraid of?"

Shi Yuan: "...You're right."

"There's really no need to be too afraid."

Ruan Qinghe took out the coffee and cake she had bought earlier from her system inventory and asked Shi Yuan with some distress:

Do you prefer mango or chocolate cake?

"..." Shi Yuan looked at her gaze, which was almost glued to the chocolate cake, and silently said:

"Mango cake, I love mangoes."

Ruan Qinghe covered her mouth in surprise: "Oh! Really? That's great! I just happen to love chocolate cake."

Shi Yuan: "..."

What could Shi Yuan say? He could only maintain a polite and humble smile, accept the mango cake, and silently lower his head to eat it.

Seeing that she was deliberately ignoring her, Ruan Qinghe was not angry. She leaned back in her seat and peeled off the outer shell of the chocolate cake with a smile.

She didn't care what others thought of her, as long as she had everything under control.

As for Shi Yuan... Shi Yuan just needs to be obedient. Such a useful talent skill would be a waste if it couldn't be used to its fullest potential.

As the rich chocolate flavor filled her mouth, Ruan Qinghe smiled contentedly, revealing the most genuine smile she had ever shown.

Although Ruan Qinghe didn't care at all about being reborn and returning to reality—who wouldn't want to live if they could?

She can't die.

They absolutely cannot die.

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Small villa.

When Anjie returned home with the vegetables and meat, she saw a somewhat timid figure standing at the door.

Anjie: "..."

Anjie tapped her tongue impatiently against her stomach, and gave an impatient snort to the figure with its back to her.

"Pastoral rules".

Anjie: "What are you doing here again?"

Mu Gui, who had his back to him, stiffened and slowly turned around. He didn't dare to look up, but just looked down at the dry asphalt road in front of him, muttering as if he wanted to say something.

"An, Sister An—"

"enough."

Anjie interrupted him coldly, saying impatiently:

"Didn't you understand when I made myself clear last time that I told you not to bother me?"

"I...I didn't," Pastor Gui explained somewhat urgently, "I came to tell you, to tell you that someone in the Black Robe Church is watching Yu Shijiu—"

"Pastoral rules".

Anjie's voice turned cold. She looked at Mu Gui, who was trembling and explaining his purpose with his head down, and closed her eyes.

"You've never changed."

Mu Gui felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly looked up, his gaze abruptly meeting the depths of An Jie's cold, unfathomable pupils.

“That’s how it was when we were on the same team,” Ange stared at him coldly, “and it hasn’t improved much since joining the Black Robe Church.”

"Mu Gui, you don't think you can get forgiveness by saying a few snitches, do you?"

Anjie took a deep breath, clenched her empty left hand, and the bones cracked.

If it weren't for the guild tournament being about to start—no, it's only three hours away from beginning—we would be able to understand the situation.

Ange will definitely stop at nothing and make sure that the herdsmen shed blood.

It's just a penalty point; it's not like she can't afford to pay it.

Unfortunately—"Sister An?"

The door behind Mu Gui was suddenly pulled open, and Yu Shijiu's cheerful voice rang out from behind it:

"You're back? Brother Chen said the food was almost ready and asked me to come and call you—oh?"

"Who is he?" Yu Shijiu pointed at Mu Gui and frowned. "He looks kind of familiar? And his face is quite unpleasant..."

Pastoral Rules: "..."

"You—" Mu Gui's face flushed red as he was about to speak when An Jie abruptly interrupted him.

"get out."

Anjie said coldly, "You should be glad the guild tournament is today."

Mu Gui's heart trembled as he stared at An Jie in disbelief, finding it hard to believe the hidden meaning in her words.

What do you mean? Does Ange mean that if today weren't the day the guild tournament started, she would have... she would have attacked me?

No, he already knew he was wrong, and he even risked being discovered by the Black Robe Church to secretly deliver the message. How could Ange treat him like this?

Anjie didn't bother to look at Mu Gui's expression. She carried the groceries towards Yu Shijiu, raising a gentle smile as she said:

"Don't worry about irrelevant people."

Mu Gui was just an ordinary player who hadn't even activated his talent skills—if he hadn't been incredibly lucky to be chosen by the nun, he probably would have died in the game instance long ago.

I wonder if the nun will still take him into the dungeon for this guild tournament...

Considering that her team might run into the Black Robe Church, Ange hoped that the nun would bring pastoral rules with her.

—Some things you can't do in town, but you can do them in game instances.

The victor is king, the loser is villain. Everyone is just trying their best to do what they should do, right?

"Oh."

Yu Shijiu nodded obediently, frowned and looked at Mu Gui several times, and finally recognized him as she followed An Jie into the villa.

What's it called...Pastoral Rules, right?

"He is a player of the Black Robe Church."

Yu Shijiu glanced at Mu Gui, who was looking lost and pale in the sunlight, and muttered to himself:

"Sister An, I seem to remember that you have a grudge against him."

"Yes, we have a grudge. You remember correctly."

Anjie casually hung the key on the shelf behind the door and said to Yu Shijiu:

"Never mind him, let's go upstairs and eat first."

Yu Shijiu nodded obediently, "Okay, let's eat first, then we'll leave."

"...How about we change the word 'left' to something else?"

Xu Han's eerie voice came from above the stairs: "These two words are really unlucky, Shi Jiu!"

Yu Shijiu maintained her obedient expression: "Okay, then let's change it. What do you suggest, Brother Han?"

"..." Xu Han choked on his words, scratching his head and saying, "Participate? We're going to participate in the guild competition! What do you mean by 'leaving'? That sounds awful!!!"

"Uh-huh."

Yu Shijiu took the vegetables from An Jie's hands—An Jie was carrying the meat, saying it was too heavy for him to carry.

Although she didn't understand, Yu Shijiu still expressed her understanding and carried the groceries upstairs.

"Brother Chen, Sister An is back. We can start eating now."

He Lingling leaned back lazily on the sofa and yawned. She still had two braids hanging down in front of her chest, and her hair was so thick that it was enviable.

The fat old man sprawled on the blanket to one side, his belly up and a few fluffy cat heads looking at them.

Xu Han couldn't resist and quickly stepped forward to grab its soft belly, only to be nearly scratched by the angry fat cat.

"Brother Han, be careful, Fatty doesn't like people touching its belly."

Yu Shijiu casually reminded Xu Han before changing direction.

He happily carried the groceries into the kitchen and called out loudly to Chen Yi, who was standing in front of the pot:

"Spare ribs! Is the sweet and sour spare ribs ready, Brother Chen? I can help out!"

Chen Yi said with a smile, "Then help me peel a few cloves of garlic, I'll need them later."

Yu Shijiu: "Okay, okay."

The repeated "ya" sounds gave Xu Han goosebumps on the back of his neck.

"hiss……"

Xu Han rubbed his arms and muttered, "Shi Jiu is getting more and more cheesy."

This remark earned him a perfect eye roll from He Lingling.

"You're just jealous."

Xu Han feigned anger: "What jealousy? Why would I be jealous of Shi Jiu? Shi Jiu and I are best buddies!"

He Lingling chuckled, "Really? Then say 'ya' a couple of times and let me hear it."

Xu Han: "..."

He Lingling sneered, "Come on, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth—"

"Sister Lingling~"

Xu Han suddenly leaned closer to He Lingling on the sofa, her voice affected and pretentious to the point of being irritating.

"Oh dear, I'll have to ask Sister Lingling to take good care of my eyes then!"

"..." He Lingling's mocking smile froze on her face instantly.

Even the chubby one, whose belly had just been plucked, was shocked, its eerie green pupils widening in disbelief.

He Lingling was utterly disgusted. At Xu Han's approaching, "coquettish" voice made her suddenly jump up from the sofa and shout:

"Sister An! The meat is heavy, isn't it? Let me carry it for you!"

Anjie, who had just opened the freezer compartment and was squatting down to stuff meat into the refrigerator, was speechless.

"You two," Anjie rubbed her temples with a headache, and said meaningfully, "Don't continue like this in the guild competition, it'll only embarrass our team."

He Lingling didn't care and deliberately targeted someone: "I'm perfectly normal, it's Xu Han who's abnormal, Sister An."

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han instantly returned to normal, giving a sarcastic smile: "Ah, yes, yes, you're right."

He Lingling's face stiffened: "...Xu Han!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're absolutely right!"

"Sister Lingling is absolutely right!"

After making sarcastic remarks, Xu Han started to run away.

"..."

He Lingling took a deep breath in anger and chased after Xu Han, who was trying to escape, launching a pillow attack.

The pillow attack was painless, so Xu Han naturally didn't feel anything, but he still pretended to be in pain and yelled.

He Lingling: "..."

In the end, Anjie got a headache from the noise and called for Xu Han to stop his "wailing".

"Okay, stop shouting."

Xu Han immediately fell silent, waiting quietly for An Jie to speak.

"Get your bowls and chopsticks ready to eat."

Anjie put the last piece of meat into the freezer and said, "Everyone, be serious. We have to participate in the guild competition soon."

"..."

Xu Han scratched his head and whispered, "I won't die in the guild tournament—"

“I’ve never taken you to a guild tournament,” Anjie interrupted Xu Han, “but I remember telling you how serious the side effects of dying in a guild tournament dungeon are, right?”

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han remembered, and instantly fell silent.

"Then I'll go get the chopsticks and bowl."

He Lingling glanced at the now quiet Xu Han, walked towards the kitchen, and deliberately acted coy:

"Sister An, I will definitely be obedient and have a better memory."

Anjie's eyelids twitched.

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han sniffled, dejectedly raising his hand: "I'll go get a bowl too..."

“I can manage with just two hands,” He Lingling said, refusing Xu Han’s request for help. “Why do you need two people to carry just a few bowls? You’d be better off wiping the table.”

"..." Xu Han didn't argue this time and obediently went to wipe the table. "...Okay, I'll wipe the table, wiping the table is fine too."

Anjie, who had witnessed the whole thing, had an even worse headache: "..."

She regretted being too protective of Xu Han because she thought he was too young.

However, to be fair... Xu Han's breathless state when he first entered the Dawn game... did indeed easily evoke sympathy.

—Just like the malnourished Yu Shijiu, only more physically weaker.

Anjie, determined not to believe that anything had been done wrong, immediately dismissed the thought and popped a jujube into her mouth before closing the refrigerator door.

Bang——

Anjie bit into the frozen, rock-hard jujube, her teeth feeling the crunchy flesh as if they were made of iron, chewing expressionlessly.

Mmm...it's delicious.

Anjie silently brainwashed herself.

In the kitchen, He Lingling saw Yu Shijiu and Chen Yi standing side by side in front of the pot, seemingly unaffected by the noise from the living room, whispering to each other.

"?"

He Lingling picked up her chopsticks and walked over, asking in confusion, "What are you doing? The soup isn't ready yet?"