Chapter 241

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Pinocchio Hotel, main hall.

Xuan Ge sat down at the bar, propping his elbows on the countertop, not even taking off his sunglasses; his purple cartoon eggplant T-shirt was particularly eye-catching in the hotel's VIP area.

He looked at the bartender and asked, "May I ask what would be suitable for the two of us to drink?"

The bartender's gaze paused for two seconds on the two "Thunder Freaks" in yellow-purple cartoon colors wearing sunglasses.

He silently turned around, took out two bottles of Soda from the cabinet, paused, then fished out two matching children's cartoon straws from the drawer and placed them properly on the counter.

"Not bad, quite discerning." Xuan Ge's lips hooked up, and he nodded at the bartender.

Jing Yuan received the Soda, inserted the straw, and took a small sip. He smacked his lips, brows furrowing slightly: "Lacks a bit of kick; it would be perfect with some Bu Bu Tea added."

"Then should I order you a couple of skewers too?" Xuan Ge gave Jing Yuan a white eye, and also took a sip.

The taste was okay, but compared to Shen Wu's specialty fruit drinks, it lacked a bit of interest.

Jing Yuan didn't respond, raising his hand to pull down the sunglasses on Xuan Ge's nose bridge a section.

Xuan Ge turned his head, and gave him another white eye.

Jing Yuan took a deep sip of the drink, his shoulders relaxing along with it, letting out a satisfied sigh: "Comfortable——"

The empty bottle placed on the bar, Jing Yuan raised his eyes to look at the bartender: "Bring a cup of Shen Wu's Green Plum Drink."

The bartender still maintained a professional smile, deftly took out the Green Plum Drink, even specially picked a cute lion-head straw to insert, and pushed it in front of Jing Yuan.

"Put it on Sunday's tab." Jing Yuan dropped this sentence, turned around and was about to return to the room with Xuan Ge to enter the dream.

"Uh, sir, this doesn't quite comply with the rules."

The bartender was polite on the surface, but his eyes couldn't hide his inner muttering — how would Mr. Sunday know two... two people dressed with such "exotic flair"?

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Jing Yuan didn't wait for Xuan Ge to react, directly reaching his hand to fish in his trouser pocket.

Xuan Ge stepped back half a step, but didn't dodge.

Jing Yuan fished out a token, presenting the side engraved with the two characters "Shen Wu" before the bartender's eyes: "Does this count as rules?"

The bartender's pupils shrank slightly, the politeness on his face instantly replaced by solemnity.

He straightened his bow tie, his waist and back subconsciously straightening: "Yes!"

Jing Yuan then pointed at the Green Plum Drink on the counter: "Is this within the rules?"

"It is, sir!"

"Then this plus this——" Jing Yuan placed the token and the fruit drink together, asking leisurely, "Can they be put on Sunday's tab?"

The bartender didn't dare let himself hesitate even a second more, immediately responding: "Can, absolutely can. Military Lord is so tall and hard."

The smile on Jing Yuan's face vanished, pointing at the bartender, his tone carrying a hint of warning: "What Military Lord? I warn you not to slander me."

"Hehe——my slip of the tongue, my slip of the tongue." The bartender laughed awkwardly, his back turning slightly cold.

He almost forgot, the two words 'Military Lord' placed before company security, they'd be delighted;

But placed in the ears of the Shen Wu Army or Cloud Knight Army, they'd chop you up as an Abundance abomination.

Jing Yuan retrieved the token, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and walked up the stairs shoulder to shoulder with Xuan Ge.

On the spiral staircase, the light from the crystal chandelier shattered into pieces, falling on the two people's shoulders.

Jing Yuan stepped onto the first stair, tilted his head to look at Xuan Ge: "You say after entering the dream, what should we do?"

Xuan Ge halted his steps, turned his head to gaze at him.

Above the two people's heads, four characters seemed to appear simultaneously: IQ -10%.

Xuan Ge touched his chin, after serious contemplation spoke: "I want to ask, what haven't the two of us done?"

"Good question." Jing Yuan gave Xuan Ge a thumbs up, light in his eyes, "Worthy of you, effortlessly achieving what I couldn't think of."

Xuan Ge sucked a mouthful of drink, chin raised slightly, tone carrying unconcealed pride: "Hehe——also look at who I am?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Another 50% drop.

Half an hour later.

Twenty-sixth floor corridor.

Xuan Ge and Jing Yuan stood at the entrance of Room 26710, facing each other.

The corridor lighting was soft, the carpet thick enough to make no sound when stepped on, but the awkwardness concentration in the air had already seriously exceeded standards.

"Jing Yuan, how did you lead the way?" Xuan Ge hugged his arms, eyes full of accusation.

The two of them had already circled this floor three times.

The problem wasn't that they couldn't find their own room — the problem was, they found it, but there were other people inside the room.

This led Xuan Ge to firmly believe Jing Yuan had remembered the room number wrong.

Jing Yuan retorted displeasedly: "Xuan Ge, what do you mean? The room number is clearly 26710, I didn't mishear."

The two fell silent again.

Two smart people can't bump into each other.

Because you want to save trouble, choose to abandon your brain and wait for the other party to use theirs — while the other party happens to be thinking exactly the same.

Especially between brothers, once they meet IQ automatically folds against each other.

Jing Yuan leaned against the hotel railing, elbow resting on the handrail, gaze sweeping over the layered floors: "How to put it? There are people in 26710, should we go back and rebook a room?"

Xuan Ge struck a basketball shooting posture, threw the empty bottle into the trash can at the end of the corridor, tone casual:

"Fine. I thought Robin would at least arrange something like a Supreme 999 for us... but this 26710, does it have some deep meaning?"

As his words fell, he froze first himself, muttering the string again: "26710? 26710?"

"AR... 26710?"

"What's wrong?" Seeing Xuan Ge repeating that string of numbers, a trace of confusion rose in Jing Yuan's eyes. "Could it be you know the person inside?"

"Jing Yuan," Xuan Ge recovered, turning his head to look at him. "Back then you were the one who opened the door. Was the person inside a man or a woman?"

Jing Yuan stroked his chin, straining to recall for a few seconds: "Didn't see too clearly. The lights weren't on inside, only the Memory Bubble's glow. But from the body silhouette, it should be a woman."

Xuan Ge's body went slack, leaning against Jing Yuan's arms in a resigned way.

Jing Yuan reached out to steady him, letting him stand firm while asking in puzzlement: "What exactly happened? Could it be your consort inside?"

As a subject, he naturally wouldn't meddle in Xuan Ge's household affairs.

But some things he had to know.

Consort Ling and the other consorts' trip this time were all recorded in the registers; this is state business.

Even Consort Fu Kafka going to Shen Wu privately, the Stellaron Hunters still have to report weekly, confirm safety, and let Shen Wu rest easy.

"26710... was Liu Ying's former codename." Xuan Ge's gaze fell on Room 26710's door.

He seemed able to feel that resentment of matcha mini-cakes was already seeping out from the door crack.

Jing Yuan fell silent for an instant, bent down and forcibly picked Xuan Ge up to make him stand straight again: "AR-26710? Liu Ying? Consort Firefly?"

Xuan Ge nodded resignedly.

He knew it.

Robin definitely wouldn't just stuff him into a random room.

Right now. Inside Room 26710, behind the door.

Liu Ying stood in the entryway, staring blankly at the room door.

The footsteps and voices in the corridor had stopped, replaced by a stretch of silence that made one's heart panic.

Just now General Jing Yuan pushed the door open; she hadn't even had time to utter a single word when she heard Xuan Ge's voice from outside the door:

"Jing Yuan, you blockhead, there's obviously someone inside!"

Then the door shut.

The words she wanted to say to Xuan Ge were all blocked back into her throat by a single door.

"Your Majesty... do you disdain me..." Liu Ying sniffled, her voice light as if a plush toy had been pinched.

Yin Lang sat on the table nearby, legs swinging, chewing bubble gum in her mouth.

She glanced at Liu Ying's soft, glutinous, easily-bullied appearance, blew a bubble: "Is there a possibility that when Xuan Ge and Jing Yuan those two get together, their IQs directly return to zero?"

"Eh?" Liu Ying tilted her head, letting out a cute sound of confusion.

Yin Lang shook her calves twice, the bubble popped with a pa, she stuffed it back into her mouth and said muffledly:

"Heard Ren Shu say, in their era, Jing Yuan and Xuan Ge separated was a full sky of stars."

"Xuan Ge was an ambitious man, privately recruiting a private army, but also the one most able to fight wars."

"Jing Yuan, on the other hand, strategized thousands of li away; as long as he was the one devising plans, certain victory was a nailed-down matter."

She chewed, pointing at her brain and continuing: "But put these two together, and that's — abandoning brains."

"Jing Yuan believes with Xuan Ge holding the fort he doesn't need to use his brain, anyway this battle is certain victory; Xuan Ge believes in Jing Yuan, with him planning, it's definitely a complete victory."

Hearing this, Liu Ying couldn't help opening her mouth: "So..."

"So yeah." Yin Lang spread her hands. "Those two gathered together are just a lump."