LWGP - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: A Total Mess

To be honest, not every piece of gossip has a clear origin story, but if it appears on the social channel, there's always a cause.

For instance, who was the first person to speak?

Wang Shu and the others only went to look later. In order to get the full scoop… er, no, in order to find out for their master/captain which son of a bitch whose ancestral graves needed digging up had damaged her reputation, they very seriously scrolled up through the chat history and read everything carefully from beginning to end.

It started like this.

A simpleton named Zhao Si posted a video and wrote in a very exaggerated tone: "Holy crap, this woman is so badass! An incomparably powerful fairy! Who is she? Does anyone know her?"

A few irrelevant, motley people popped up. Their first reaction, of course, was to click on the video, and then they saw its contents.

Passerby 1: "I'm so into this young lady. The way she leans against the cave wall, cleaning her nails with a dagger, is so damn sexy!"

Passerby 2: "Bro, did you skip through it? Go back to fifteen minutes and twenty-six seconds. I think she was exceptionally cold, ruthless, and full of charm when she was stuffing that bear simpleton with dung balls."

Passerby 3: "I think the socialite young lady next to her is pretty great too. From her expression and her eyes, I can see her resistance and stubbornness, but she overcame this huge obstacle. I like her elegance and composure."

Passerby 4: "Pardon my bluntness, but I like the pig next to her."

Passerby 5: "Actually, I think that fatty is pretty good too. So obedient and cute, especially the way he stuffs the poop."

Passerby 6: "Person above, you seem to be a man."

Passerby 5: "Hmph! Can't I just like him?"

Reading up to this point, Wang Shu, the other person, and the pig all felt a bit awkward.

What the hell? This wasn't supposed to be about Lao Wang's drama. How did it look like they were the ones being teased?

Fortunately, Passerby 7 brought the topic back on track.

Passerby 7: "So what was she picking out from under her nails?"

Passerby 8: "People have already been through the Manure Truck Dungeon. What's this? As long as I can clear a dungeon, I'd dig a latrine pit on the spot. Anyway, you're all off-topic. Who is this young lady? I want to add her as a friend."

Zhao Si: "Exactly, all you do is talk crap. Does anyone know her? Come on, give some info. Oh, never mind, someone gave me the info, but they want money…"

Passerby 9: "Bro, it's the apocalypse, information is valuable. I don't know if you've paid yet, but could you generously share the info on the crevice-picking/dung goddess?"

Zhao Si: "Wang Jiu, 28 years old, doctor. Originally from the capital, but for some reason, she spawned here in our Luoyang. I can't say the rest, it involves the young lady's privacy after all."

Just as many people were sighing with emotion, someone else popped up below.

Passerby 10: "Wang Jiu? Is that Director Wang from our B City First Hospital?"

Passerby 11: "Wang Jiu? If a hospital from B City is claiming her, then our 18th-tier small county town can claim her too. That's our old Director Wang. Holy crap, all you kids from Zeyang, come out and see Lao Wang!"

Passerby 12: "The two of you above, are you really from hospitals? You've got to be kidding. It says she's 28. You all call her Director? Even a county-level hospital wouldn't have a 28-year-old director."

Passerby 6: "Someone with special privileges? Heh, a rich, beautiful woman with an amazing background?"

Passerby 7: "Unlikely. The position of director is one that holds the scalpel. It's a matter of life and death, not some other position where you can slack off and get paid for nothing. Unless she's just a director in name only."

Passerby 13: "Not in name only. I had surgery performed by her at the B City hospital… Her skills are truly remarkable, and she's not one to make a fuss. After she's done, she can't even be bothered to accept your fruit basket. She either dashes off to another operating room or leaves after work. How should I put it? She seems very polite to people, but there's a great sense of distance. Her reputation is excellent. I heard she's already married, but the flowers sent to the hospital for her every day are enough to be distributed to all the patient rooms for free. On the day I was discharged, I also heard about a tycoon who donated medical equipment under the guise of charity, specifically for her surgical department. In response, this young lady's husband donated an equivalent sum of money to the grassroots employees of that tycoon's company, under the fine-sounding name of 'caring for the disadvantaged in society and jointly creating a better society.'"

Passerby 14: "Holy crap? Is this a Mary Sue novel?"

Passerby 15: "Doesn't seem like a Mary Sue. I work for that tycoon's company. I got a huge scoop of gossip back then because this tycoon and her husband are arch-nemeses. Our two companies are competitors."

Passerby 16: "Alright, I won't hide it anymore. I used to work for her husband. Now that the company's gone and there's no employment relationship, I'll drop some gossip. Back then, for some reason, the couple spent more time apart than together, and it seemed like there were some relationship problems. My old boss didn't hesitate to fly back from Northern Europe to give the young lady a birthday present. The young lady gently asked him if it was tiring. Of course, the old boss said it wasn't. Then the young lady said, 'I don't like the necklace you gave me.' The old boss asked her what she liked. She replied, 'I like your company.' The old boss was overjoyed and said that as long as she married him, all his wealth and his company would be hers. The young lady smiled at that, a particularly charming smile. Not long after, a company my old boss owned in Northern Europe ran into operational problems, clashing with the local legal system and government, losing a project, and suffering heavy losses. It just so happened that the boss's capital chain was stuck at the time. Lacking funds, this overseas company, which had been operating well, was eventually acquired in a hostile takeover… My old boss found out it was the young lady's husband who did it and was furious. He engaged in a huge commercial battle with him. People in B City's business circles at the time should know about it. But few people knew that after the Northern European company changed hands, a former employee was rehired by the new company. Once, when the controlling party sent people to audit the company's qualifications and accounts, he found the other party's boss looked a bit familiar. Only later did he find out that it was the young lady's financial manager."

Passerby 17: "Damn, are you really writing a novel? Bro, do you have the Eye of God? How do you know all this?"

Passerby 16: "To be honest, I am that employee. Before the game loaded, my boss should have been this young lady. But in the world of capital, we plebs don't dare to gossip about these secrets, for fear of losing our jobs."

Passerby 17: "Holy crap, the husband and wife worked together to deal with the third party?"

Passerby 16: "No. In fact, my young lady boss simultaneously dealt with the relentless suitor and the husband who was suspected of cheating and actually did. Half a year after I joined, I took on an international cooperation project and returned to B City. I discovered that this project had been snatched from the young lady's husband's company. Not long after, they divorced. I guess my original boss also found out the truth and realized how formidable she was, so he didn't dare to pester her anymore. Anyway, a lot of other things happened in between, both business and private. We employees could only speculate quietly among ourselves."

Passerby 14: "I still think this is like a novel. She's a doctor, how could she have so much influence? Who would believe that? Isn't this woman some internet celebrity, with a bunch of people manufacturing hype for her? It's disgusting!"

Passerby 13: "Person above, just because you are mediocre, do not presume to judge others. The vastness of this world is beyond your imagination."

Passerby 14: "You dog, who do you think you are? Calling me mediocre."

Passerby 13: "Chen Guangting, 35 years old, section chief of a certain department at the C Province Academy of Sciences' Institute of Metals. I suppose I also belong to the category of shameless people who, due to their youth, were questioned for relying on their background to get ahead. It was also bad luck. Two years ago, I was on a business trip to B City and almost died in a car accident. The military hospital transferred me to the city's First Hospital and specifically requested Director Wang for the surgery. In my opinion, although we are in different fields, Director Wang's professional level is far higher than my level in the field of metal research. You must know, there are countless rules in this world, and not every one of them serves the individuals among the public. I offer this statement to all of you from before the apocalypse, and also to all of you who are now in the apocalypse."

Passerby 13: "After all, the rules of the game can only be seen by non-mediocre talents."

So, who had now found the real information from this pile of seemingly romantic drama about a couple, a third party, corporate capital, and the subsequent chatter about Mary Sues and true badasses?

Someone had. At least Qiao Xuejing had. After this Passerby 13, Chen Guangting, made his statement, she, having come from an upper-class family, used her sharp insight to capture something—Chen Guangting's position was no small matter. Coming to B City on a business trip must have been for a national-level project. The car accident was very likely rooted in an assassination attempt; otherwise, it wouldn't have connected directly to a state-run military hospital. The state had made arrangements behind the scenes. For the military hospital to determine they couldn't save him in such an urgent situation and instead hand him over to Wang Jiu meant that Wang Jiu was also connected to the state's system. At the very least, even if she wasn't part of the state's core system, there was a certain basis for cooperation. In that case, her position, that promotion qualification that defied the iron laws of the medical world, should also have this background as part of the reason. Yet she hadn't entered a military hospital, but was in a normal hospital serving the public. And yet she would operate on special personnel for the state. Chen Guangting wasn't the first, nor the only one. So her position was very likely to make this connection seem logical to a certain extent. After all, you couldn't just let a junior doctor perform the surgery. The so-called abnormality was to cover up another kind of abnormality.

In fact, this kind of secret didn't seem all that abnormal to Qiao Xuejing.

In such a large country with over a billion people, how many terrifying geniuses could emerge? Someone like Wang Jiu, excellent on the surface but a monster hidden underneath—she didn't believe the state hadn't made contact with her from the beginning. At the very least, in the medical field, given Professor Lin Zi's background, the possibility of Wang Jiu being vetted was extremely high.

But if that was the case, why wasn't she directly incorporated into that circle, instead being occasionally requisitioned for cooperation as an outsider?

This was a strange point.

But Qiao Xuejing was only curious—she had always been particularly curious about Wang Jiu, ever since she first heard of her.

So curious that she forgot to look at the gossip field below, instead being drawn in by the turn of events at the dining table.

Mei Qingshu also didn't look at the subsequent gossip, because she was immediately concerned about one thing: "You were married? And your husband cheated on you?"

At this moment, Wang Shu was a little nervous. Although he wasn't at the scene on the day of the funeral, he had contacted the Dean later that night and got a huge scoop of gossip.

It was also that night that he confirmed that the thigh he was hugging was even more ruthless than he had imagined, more ruthless than KO'ing the Manure Truck Dungeon.

However, people in the capital knew about this matter, even Zhao Shanxiao knew. If his master tried to fudge it, Mei Qingshu would find out eventually, and that would be a fiasco too.

So, what would his master say? Would she tell the truth?

As it turned out, Wang Jiu hadn't been looking at the social channel either. She knew from Mei Qingshu's question. "Ah, are those people talking about my marriage?"

Mei Qingshu frowned. "Is it true?"

Wang Jiu had already finished her meal. She put down her chopsticks, lowered her head slightly, the corners of her mouth turned down, her eyes gentle yet tinged with a bit of sorrow. She said softly, "Emotionally, I believe he didn't betray me, but his body strayed once. But it's not a big deal. After all, I wasn't particularly good to him either."

"Since we've already separated, why dwell on the past? It was a fated marriage, after all."

Her words were very sly. She neither pursued his fault nor left herself without leeway. There was nothing wrong with the content and attitude, but her expression and temperament gave people a feeling of being gentle, magnanimous, and open-minded.

This kind of persona easily made people want to fight for justice for her. This was the so-called—green tea vibe.

And this kind of vibe was a fatal catalyst for someone like Mei Qingshu, who was righteous and had an incredibly upright worldview.

"Wang Jiu! You're really regressing! You're still speaking up for this kind of dog man! Damn it, if it were me, I'd have castrated him directly!"

Wang Jiu was helpless. "Qingshu, calm down. I'm serious, not being a weak-willed saint. Actually, you don't know that many people still think I'm promiscuous, because I've been in contact with many rich and powerful men… or women."

Mei Qingshu: "But isn't that because of your profession? Those tycoons pursuing you, that's their fault! You could punish that idiot tycoon, why would you show mercy to the dog man who betrayed you?"

Wang Jiu gave a bitter smile. "There's no other reason. Because he was my husband. Besides, I also snatched a small project from his company."

Although that project was valued in the hundreds of millions, would she say that?

No.

"Just one project? You're so good, such a proud person, and you only took one project from him? And then he just divorced you with a clear conscience?"

"Let's just part on good terms. I don't like to speak ill of people behind their backs, even if others have different opinions of me."

"What opinions? I know, it must be something like 'it takes two to tango,' and they're saying you flirt with other men, right! Just like what you did to me, it was clearly for my own good, but you didn't explain, even if I misunderstood you?"

"I feel that people who truly understand me won't care about these things."

"You, you! You're too easily bullied!"

Wang Jiu seemed to be soothed by her protectiveness and smiled gently. "I'm not as good as you think. I have a side that can't see the light of day too."

Grateful, yet with a touch of self-judging rationality.

It made her seem all the more pitiable.

"I just think you're especially good! Anyway, don't worry about it. If anyone bullies you in the future, I'll curse them to death!"

Mei Qingshu was furious, glaring at her, hating iron for not becoming steel. It was as if she had returned to the high-spirited days of dominating the entire school, protecting her school tyrant missy.

Wang Shu and the others: "…"

Actually, ex-husband Yan is quite pitiful. Sister Mei, please calm down!

But Lao Wang, you're awesome!

In just a few words, she used Mei Qingshu's personality to guide her to judge for herself and imagine things on her own, beautifying all the facts.

In the future, if anyone tried to brainwash Mei Qingshu with the things that were exposed at the funeral, it probably wouldn't work.

Very good, nice. Our Lao Wang is still Lao Wang.

Just as Wang Shu and the others were feeling this way, Mei Qinghe, after holding back for a moment, finally tugged on Mei Qingshu's sleeve. "Sis, you… want to scroll down on the social channel?"

"What a mess. What's going on now? Did that dog man surnamed Yan and that idiot tycoon show up?"

Mei Qingshu hit the nail on the head. Yes, they had shown up.

Along with three women.

And… various high school and university classmates.

If the above was to popularize Wang Jiu's background information, then this time was the real gossip, and the real fiasco.

Passerby 13 Chen Guangting's self-doxxing had indeed scared off many people.

Even though everyone on the social channel was a level 10 player, it had only been a few days. They still retained the social system cognition from peacetime.

What a national-level talent was, what an ordinary citizen was—even if keyboard warriors were self-important, unless they were extremely brain-dead, they were actually crystal clear in their hearts.

For a moment, many people were intimidated.

And those on the social channel who could converse with people like Chen Guangting, or were more confident, were also sensitive and had good judgment. Just like Qiao Xuejing, she could instantly capture some information, so there were also people who could follow this line of reasoning—a person like Chen Guangting would not easily expose his identity. Even to speak up for Wang Jiu, it wasn't necessary, unless the person behind him had him come forward to end this gossip trend to protect Wang Jiu's privacy. But! It could also be a declaration.

A declaration of what?

"A declaration that she belongs to the state, or is someone the state wants to win over. From the information Chen Guangting exposed, many people can judge Wang Jiu's position. This is a gesture of goodwill, and also a strategy. The political department is a bit sly, acting so quickly. It's probably because Xie Lu is still sticking to her, still in Village 443."

The big shots in the Cai Market village were also following the gossip, but they were still relatively calm for the time being, treating it as entertainment.

Xie Jiang, who was in the middle of it, snorted lightly. "That kid is done for. A sheep entering a tiger's den."

Lin Xiaoniang said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Xie Jiang, you wish you could offer up your nephew, but it's a pity that Miss Ah Jiu doesn't fancy an old sheep like you."

Xie Jiang: "Auntie Lin, I'm only in my early thirties this year."

The Flower of Dongguan: "I can testify. He's only thirty-five years and six months old. Rounding up, that's only forty. Forty is like a tiger."

Xie Jiang was about to retort but noticed the change on the social channel…

He was even a little shocked.

Lu Guangchen: "The person above who called me their former boss, state your name. Let's reminisce about old times?"

Passerby 16: "Let's not, President Lu. I'm afraid you'll silence me."

Lu Guangchen: "You're not my employee anymore, and it's the apocalypse. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me, or are you afraid of our scumbag Mr. Yan, who cheated and got divorced?"

Yan Yanting: "Just because it's the apocalypse, you can act recklessly? Why must things be said on the social channel? Lu Guangchen, you've regressed."

Lu Guangchen: "Yo, Mr. Yan is here. Are you enjoying your free life after cheating and divorcing? But you don't have to be so hostile towards me. I don't dare to provoke an unfathomable woman like Wang Jiu anymore. I'm married now. Can't we shake hands and make up?"

Yan Yanting: "Shake hands and make up? You think I don't know that you were the one who found out about what happened back then and deliberately revealed it to Nie Ming, who then told the Old Lady, which led to my divorce."

Lu Guangchen: "Oh ho, now that's slander. I've truly let it go. I love my wife very much now."

Wang Qingsi: "I can testify. Lao Lu loves me very much."

Yan Yanting: "You're his wife? Then do you know that the three mistresses who came to my side back then were all deliberately arranged by him?"

Lu Guangchen: "Yan Yanting, this is getting boring. You can't just say whatever you want. Cheating is cheating. Don't tell me you're trying to go with the 'I just made a mistake that all men in the world make—I was seduced by other women' route. Have you no decency left?"

Wang Qingsi: "Three mistresses?"

Lu Guangchen: "Wifey, don't misunderstand. Let me explain."

Nie Ming: "That's right, there were three. Lulu, Sisi, and Lili. I remember them clearly. Right, you two."

Yan Yanting: "It's you again."

Lu Guangchen: "Nie Ming, are you retaliating because you were rejected by Wang Jiu? Go after Yan, why are you messing with me?"

Nie Ming: "Not at all. I'm just telling the truth."

Wang Qingsi: "You don't need to explain that. Who is this Wang Jiu? You often call her name when you're drunk, looking particularly sad, particularly resentful."

Lu Guangchen: "That's definitely not true. Wifey, you must have misheard. Where are you? I'll come find you."

Wang Qingsi didn't say anything. "I don't think I misheard. Because I used to call her name often when I was drunk too, even more resentfully than you."

Lu Guangchen: "?"

Yan Yanting: "??"

Nie Ming: "???"

Wang Qingsi: "I am Sisi, one of the three mistresses. I took the money she gave me and went abroad for plastic surgery. You didn't know?"

Numerous Passersby: "!"

Holy crap!

The sponsors/husbands, Yan and Lu, both went dead silent, probably trying to process their thoughts.

Nie Ming: "What kind of route are you taking here?"

Wang Qingsi: "I needed money back then, so I was hired by Lu to ruin their marriage. You all found out later. But I didn't expect to fall in love with her. You might laugh, but I confessed to her many times, and she always politely refused."

Nie Ming: "Then you're better off than me. She wasn't polite at all when she rejected me. Later, I thought about it, and it seems she's more tolerant of people outside her immediate circle. She neither rejects nor accepts. But once you enter her circle, she doesn't keep you around."

Wang Qingsi: "Yeah, so I changed my identity to get a little closer to her. It was also a good way to get revenge on this dog man, Lu Guangchen. It was only then that I found out he had introduced three mistresses to Yan's side at once. Wang Jiu knew everything, but she was still especially good to us. She said she didn't have many friends and that it was rare for us to get along so well, so we would be good sisters from then on. Such a wonderful woman, to have to go through something like that. My heart aches for her."

Nie Ming: "Heart aches… that might not be necessary."

Wang Qingsi: "You don't understand. You've never seen her when she's drunk and looking dejected."

Yan Yanting: "You met with her? You two drank together?!!"

Nie Ming: "I also want to ask, you drank together?!!"

Lu Guangchen: "Fuck!"

Wang Qingsi: "Yeah, that day it was me, Lulu, and Lili. We drank together. She got drunk, and we were the ones who helped her into the hotel."

At this point, the social channel fell silent for a moment.

Lulu: "So quiet all of a sudden. What are you all suspecting?"

Lili: "You don't think something happened between the four of us, do you? How could that be?"

Finally, Wang Qingsi dropped a king bomb.

Wang Qingsi: "The main thing is the bed wasn't big enough. It could fit three people at most."

Suffocating. Utterly suffocating.

A king bomb from the female collective against the male collective!

In such a terrifying atmosphere, even the gossip-mongering crowd had to expend a lot of brain cells to digest this information.

To be honest, for some people in the capital, they thought the wave of drama from the funeral was already over.

At least, that's what Qian Cheng thought. At this moment, he was sitting in a novice village, eating and scrolling through the social channel, muttering to himself, "This endless drama isn't over yet? How is this stinky girl's social life so messy? But it should be over now, thankfully."

Could it really be over? Beside him, Song Yuanqiao pressed his temples, suddenly remembering why Lin Zi had been so concerned about Wang Jiu's love life back then.

Honestly, this child was not one to give people peace of mind.

She was too much of a troublemaker.

What a messy bunch of people she attracted.

He contacted someone: Xie Lu.

"Back in the village?"

Xie Lu: "I'm back, but she has friends over."

Song Yuanqiao: "More friends?!! Who? Man or woman? How old? Are they good-looking?"

Xie Lu: "?"

Song Yuanqiao: "Look at the social channel. Find a way to get her to cut it off herself. This can't go on."

Xie Lu had only returned to the village close to six o'clock. He had been fighting monsters inside the novice village for a while and was only planning to return to the resurrection point area because he felt hungry. He already knew roughly about the matter between Nevernight and Wang Jiu, but he hadn't been scrolling through the social channel, so he didn't know.

After this… he would rather he knew nothing at all.

Now, how was he supposed to tactfully persuade Wang Jiu to go online and control that group of people exposing her drama?

Xie Lu had just approached Wang Jiu, stepping into the light of the surrounding campfires. Of course, the atmosphere on Wang Jiu's side was also a bit suffocating at this moment.

The righteous and spirited Mei Qingshu was dumbfounded, her eyes staring blankly at Wang Jiu.

Wang Jiu was also silent. When she saw Xie Lu approaching, she thought of using him to change the subject, but he stammered, "Um, I… I don't know how to say this. Maybe you should talk to Mr. Song."

He was a little nervous and was about to bring up Song Yuanqiao's call for Wang Jiu, but another incoming call happened to pop up. He accidentally clicked confirm, and then…

Xie Jiang said with a chuckle, "Yo, little widow, tell me, of the three good sisters, which two were chosen?"

Her only best friend from her youth, Mei Qingshu: "…"

The atmosphere was just incredible.

The cool and noble young master Xie Lu wanted to commit the great sin of strangling his own uncle at that moment.

Mei Qinghe and the others were so embarrassed their toes could have dug out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

But thankfully, the situation changed. Wang Shu, in the spirit of dedicating himself to his master until death, suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted, "Everyone, look at the social channel! Master, your friends from abroad are looking for you!!"

Look, an airplane!

Look, aliens!

These were old tricks to change the subject, but everyone was still drawn in by the magical place that was the social channel.

All attention shifted…

Only Wang Jiu sighed, stood up, and walked over to another campfire to warm herself.

It was hard to tell if she cared or not.

And on the social channel at this moment…

There really were international friends.

Ian Benroy: "Is Scarl not coming out yet? I've been squatting here using the game's translator to eat melon for a long time. Eating melon, I think that's the Chinese translation."

Jad Hegen: "Aloof yet friendly, passionate yet dangerous. This is why, even though she still hasn't accepted my friend request, I still want to wait for her to come online and have a good chat with her."

Ian Benroy: "Chat about what? About how she rejected your pursuit, or about how she not only rejected you but also helped your second brother obtain the inheritance, getting you sent off to Italy to manage a farm?"

Jad Hegen: "Oh, dear Young Master Ian, you can't just assume things about me because of the losses you suffered at her hands. The wins and losses on the hunting ground, once you leave the field, everyone can still drink and dance, can't they? Can't I simply apply to be her friend from a social perspective?"

Ian Benroy: "Foolish Jad, unless you can pay the price, she will never help you take back the inheritance. In their Eastern world, a top-tier strategist never serves a second master."

Jad Hegen: "Why must you be so arrogant, Young Master Ian, looking down on her as if she were a subordinate? That is the main reason for your failure, and for the tragic death of your good friend, another competitor, Young Master Cairo, on the Amist coastline, isn't it?"

Ian Benroy: "Are you trying to provoke me?"

Richard Harrington: "If Hegen hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about that. Ian, I thought you would hold a grudge against your competitor from back then, who is now the family head, Roy, whom you should be serving, and not our friend Scarl. After all, she is innocent."

Ian Benroy: "Richard, a person's lowliness does not become noble because of the wealth they plunder later in life. She is the same, and so are you. That's why I fully support your relentless pursuit of her for many years, even though she has never paid you any attention."

Richard Harrington: "Is that so? What a pity. Your former fiancée, Young Master Ian, is in my bed right now. How laughable. Ever since you lost the inheritance, she has seen that a man's own ability is sometimes more alluring than the power that comes with his family. Of course, I have always believed Scarl to be noble, so I will forever be her suitor, forever letting my admiration be as vibrant and full of life as a rose that never withers."

Ian Benroy: "Is that so? When she came to the banquet that year, you all made a bet on whose room she would enter."

Tailin Lannister: "So, who was ultimately granted permission to enter her room?"

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

This question was truly exquisite.

Tailin Lannister: "It seems my question was not well-posed. It only offended you gentlemen above, but it was not offensive enough to her to compel her to come online and look at this group of people she has ignored for so many years."

Tailin Lannister: "Then, let me ask a different question—if Scarl was determined to erase all traces of contact with us filthy people after returning to her country upon graduation, then, after the apocalypse, who could still retain even a sliver of connection to her? I think this is the main reason she can't be bothered with us."

Richard Harrington: "Ah, Tailin, you are as clever and lovely as ever, giving me a great idea. I was wondering why my Chinese friends have all gone quiet. They probably think we're a bunch of lunatics. I've looked up Scarl's information. Her image in her home country is a bit unfamiliar. Though she is just as elegant and charming, it's not enough for people to associate her with the same person. So, perhaps only I truly love her."

Then, Richard Harrington threw out a picture.

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