Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 633 Discussion

What could Sun Qin say?

Sun Qin couldn't say anything.

She swallowed hard and whispered, "How could that be? Haven't we always been together?"

“Oh dear,” Wu Huimin’s cheeks suddenly flushed strangely, and she looked at Sun Qin reproachfully, “You’ve said it so many times already.”

Sun Qin: "???"

No, I've said it so many times because you've been threatening me!

If I weren't afraid you'd suddenly lose your temper, would I keep repeating this line?!

"Yes, yes?"

Even though she had mentally complained about the other person over and over again, Sun Qin still put on an embarrassed expression and whispered:

"I was just having a normal chat with you, and I also went over some of the more difficult stressed and long notes..."

"is it?"

Wu Huimin covered her mouth and chuckled: "Maybe I'm overthinking it... Sigh, Qinqin, you don't know."

Wu Huimin: "Here, your piano playing may not be so beautiful... but you must remember how to play, you can't lie to yourself."

Sun Qin: "Then, then do I, do I need to practice some more?"

"not now."

Wu Huimin shook her head, gesturing for Sun Qin to look at the densely packed "guests" below the booth.

“The ball is about to start, look,” Wu Huimin smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her voice gentle and soft, “the guests have all arrived.”

"..."

Sun Qin felt a chill run down her spine. She took a deep breath and forced a bitter smile.

"Okay, fine, then, shall we talk now?"

"Wait a minute."

Surprisingly, Wu Huimin refused.

When Sun Qin looked at her in surprise, Wu Huimin was bending down and patting the dust off her skirt.

In the bright light, with the "patter" sound of her patting her skirt, Sun Qin saw tiny dust particles floating and swirling around Wu Huimin. She coughed faintly, which made her throat feel a little itchy.

Sun Qin couldn't help but cough again and looked away.

"very soon."

After patting her skirt clean, Wu Huimin looked up at her and said, "In about ten more minutes."

Wu Huimin: "We have to wait for Brother Yao to arrive before we can really start playing the piano."

"what?"

Sun Qin was momentarily stunned by what she was said, and subconsciously asked, "Then what Huimin was playing just now...?"

"Just practicing."

Wu Huimin said with a smile, "Although it was agreed that you would play tonight, I should still put in some effort, besides—"

Wu Huimin's voice stopped abruptly. She looked down at her hands, slowly spreading her fingers. Her slender, fair hands were beautifully white under the light, as if even her fingertips shimmered with an eerie and beautiful light.

Sun Qin's gaze was instantly drawn to it; her throat bobbed slightly, and her eyes revealed infatuation—

The next instant, Wu Huimin's right hand suddenly made a "crack" sound as it broke under Sun Qin's gaze. As her slender, pale fingers twisted and broke in the opposite direction, blood gushed out, and the bare finger bones were exposed. Sun Qin was so frightened that she covered her mouth and stared in disbelief at Wu Huimin, who was still smiling.

"...Oh God, um."

Sun Qin suppressed a gasp and saw Wu Huimin slowly straighten her twisted and fractured hand as if nothing had happened. Amid the cracking sound of bones grinding, Sun Qin heard Wu Huimin's laughter.

“My hands aren’t really suited for playing the piano anymore,” Wu Huimin said, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes grew increasingly red. “Qinqin…”

Sun Qin heard Wu Huimin say, "You must play well, you must play the piano well tonight..."

“…” Sun Qin was almost scared to death. Hearing this, she nodded repeatedly, “Definitely, definitely, definitely, I can definitely play it well!”

As she spoke, she turned her head and picked up the sheet music on the piano, burying herself in it—even though Sun Qin felt she could already recite it perfectly.

There's no way around it... This sheet music is really simple, mostly just repeated long notes and accented notes, as if the composer was deliberately emphasizing the "climax" of this part...

Wu Huimin was satisfied.

Her ten broken and bleeding fingers slowly landed on Sun Qin's shoulders, gently kneading her shoulder joints with varying pressure.

“I knew it…” Wu Huimin said trustingly, “Qinqin, you can definitely do it.”

Sun Qin, on whom everyone placed their hopes: "..."

A twisted, bitter smile appeared on her face, and she gave a dry laugh.

Inside the dance floor, the "guests" who had been glancing at the booth turned back around, instantly resuming their previous state—some chatting, some joking, some drinking…

Countless elegantly dressed "guests" clinked glasses and exchanged toasts. The luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling shimmered with almost exquisite fragments of light, slowly casting their glow upon each "guest's" head and body...

When Yu Shijiu and the others arrived at the dance floor, this was the scene they saw.

It was a perfectly normal, very ordinary dance party.

He Lingling quickly glanced at the two girls in white dresses with their backs to them on the display stand, her gaze settling on the girl in the white dress whose legs were visibly trembling.

It's Sun Qin.

There appears to be no danger for the time being.

He Lingling breathed a sigh of relief. She personally liked Sun Qin quite a bit. Although she didn't have any special skills for the time being, she was a "good player" who was constantly increasing her courage and intelligence.

Shi Yuan frowned as he glanced at the "guests" crowding the dance floor, a hint of disgust and annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"They looked very happy."

Unlike the other two, Yu Shijiu stared intently at the delicacies displayed on the long crystal tables around the dance floor, and quickly licked his lower lip.

Xu Han, standing to the side, watched him with righteous indignation.

"..." Xu Han's lips twitched, and he said, "Are they the ones who are happy, or are you, Shi Jiu, happy to see the food?"

"?"

Yu Shijiu asked in confusion, "Is there a difference between the two?"

Xu Han: "...You win, there's really not much difference."

Anyway, the fun comes from looking at the "things" in the game instances.

Xu Han felt cold all over.

Yes, Xu Han had a very bad feeling about this seemingly lively "dance party".

Although all the NPCs seemed extremely "happy and carefree"... Xu Han could still vaguely sense a chill and fear...

"Shouldn't we be considered guests too?"

Yu Shijiu was a little itchy to ask, "Can we eat those things too?"

"..." He Lingling snapped out of her reverie and heard Yu Shijiu's words. She coughed and said, "Let's not."

"We don't know what those things are made of, and we don't know if anything bad will happen if we eat them. Just to be safe, let's not eat them."

Lu Chusheng, who was squatting at Yu Shijiu's feet, almost laughed when he heard this.

—He Lingling could have simply denied it with a single sentence, but instead she had to say a long paragraph to double-deny that the food on the table was inedible. Was she afraid that if she didn't explain clearly, Yu Shijiu would "can't help" eating it?