Chapter 152: I Saw the Blood Bar (Revision)

The air‑conditioning in the restaurant was blasting, just as Sun Yu had said; they had arrived a bit early, so the main hall had many empty seats, and only the window side was occupied by a big family, which looked like a three‑generation gathering.

A few five‑ or six‑year‑old children were waiting, running around the table playing, and their giggles and footsteps sounded rather noisy in the somewhat spacious restaurant.

The parents at that table initially spoke up to stop them a few times.

"Stop running, be careful not to fall!"

"Come back and sit properly!"

But it had little effect; the kids were in the midst of play, a rare gathering, and they didn't heed the parents at all.

The adults seemed accustomed, uttering a few ineffective words before returning to their own chatter, only glancing occasionally toward the children.

Sun Yu and Yang Yixie chose a corner farther from that family and sat down.

"Tsk, bratty kids."

Sun Yu pursed his lips toward that family and muttered under his breath.

"The parents never intervene; they only panic after someone gets hurt."

Just as he finished speaking, as if to confirm his words, a muffled "thump" came from that side, followed by a sharp, loud cry from a little girl.

A girl in a pink dress slipped while running, fell heavily onto the polished floor, her knee scraping the surface, instantly tearing a patch of skin that bled.

At that point, the adults at that table truly panicked.

The grandparents and parents, who had only been giving verbal warnings, all stood up, their faces anxious, and rushed over.

The mother quickly scooped up the girl, cradling her and soothing her softly.

"Sweetie, be good, don't cry, don't cry. Let me see where you fell," the mother said.

Grandma also came over, her face full of concern.

The father frowned, seeming to want to scold the child for carelessness, but the setting and the child's cries kept him from speaking.

The restaurant server reacted quickly, bringing a small medical kit and a cute plush bear.

She skillfully disinfected the wound with iodine, which made the girl cry even harder, but after the cleaning, the server promptly handed the plush bear to her, cooing gently.

"Little miss, be good, no more crying. Look, the bear is here to keep you company..."

The sobbing girl, upon seeing the cute toy, gradually quieted, turning into whimpering, her small hand clutching the bear tightly.

The minor incident finally settled, the adults breathed a sigh of relief, holding the child back to their seat, unwilling to let them run around again.

Sun Yu withdrew his gaze, shook his head, about to resume his earlier jab, but noticed that opposite him, Yang Yixie was staring at the little girl still sobbing in her mother's arms, his eyes drifting as if lost in thought.

Following his line of sight, Sun Yu saw Yang Yixie's "focused" expression, and a ridiculous idea flashed in his mind, his face instantly turning horrified.

He lunged toward Yang Yixie, his face terrified, exclaiming in a strained voice:

"No way, bro?! Starting at three years, the highest... what! Wake up! No matter what... you can't be indiscriminate in your eating!"

Yang Yixie was jolted back to his thoughts by the remark, froze for a moment before grasping what Sun Yu was saying, and, seeing Sun Yu's anguished, almost criminally desperate expression, rolled his eyes in irritation.

"Scram! What junk is in your head? I'm not a loli‑obsessed fan!"

"I don't believe it!"

Sun Yu wore a serious face, pointing his finger at Yang Yixie's nose.

"You were clearly staring at that little girl just now! Not even a blink! That look... hiss..."

He inhaled sharply, playing the drama queen, slamming the table in anguish, though no sound actually came out.

"Bro, listen to a brother's advice, you can't. Even if you really have that taste, like cute types, at least... Ke Xin Jie is legal!"

"Ke Xin Jie isn't bad looking, not tall, she's a legal loli... oops!"

Before he could finish, Yang Yixie, fed up, grabbed the chopsticks on the table, intending to tap his head.

Sun Yu quickly laughed and dodged.

Seeing this sleazy demeanor, Yang Yixie decided not to spar with the drama king, but to switch tactics, using magic to defeat magic.

He set the chopsticks down, folded his hands on the table, his expression suddenly turning extremely serious, even weighty beyond words.

"Sun Yu, stop messing around, I have something very important to tell you."

Sun Yu was taken aback by the sudden change, and put away his joking demeanor, instinctively sitting up straight.

"W-what? What is it? So serious?"

Yang Yixie stared intently at Sun Yu's eyes, speaking each word deliberately.

"I suspect that our world is actually a massive game."

"......"

Sun Yu was silent for three seconds, a muscle twitched on his face, his shoulders slumped, and he said nothing.

"Bro, I know you want to change the subject, but can we find a more normal excuse? That twist is too forced, right? Have you been staying up gaming all night, frying your brain?"

"I'm not kidding!"

Yang Yixie's expression remained serious, his gaze especially earnest.

"Just now, when that little girl fell, a Blood Bar appeared above her head..."

It seemed to flash only for an instant.

But Sun Yu's expression truly froze for a moment.

Blood Bar?

He stared at Yang Yixie, trying to detect any trace of a joke, but only saw seriousness, wondering, by the way, has Yang Yixie been binge‑watching short videos lately?

Wasn't there someone online previously bragging that they played a game and got transported to another world?

Sun Yu was silent for two seconds, his expression gradually turning serious, and he tentatively asked back.

"... and did it come with a 'hmm' scream?"

Yang Yixie's eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised that Sun Yu could pick up his line, and he nodded solemnly.

"Right! You saw it too?"

The next second, Sun Yu raised his hand pointing toward the direction behind Yang Yixie; the feigned seriousness on his face collapsed instantly, replaced by a "You're done for" look of disdain.

"I'm listening to your nonsense! I think you've fried your brain from staying up late playing games! Turn around and see what that is!"

Yang Yixie only then turned his head in confusion after hearing that.

Only then did I see that, unbeknownst when, another table of guests had arrived to their rear‑left, apparently a couple with a boy who looked like he had just started junior high.

The boy was engrossed in playing on his phone, which was emitting familiar blocky pixel‑style music and sound effects.

The boy skillfully controlled his in‑game character, quickly raising various blocks in the village to erect a crude three‑high "execution platform".

Having previously attacked the villagers, the iron golem soon trudged forward with heavy steps toward the base of the platform he had built.

The boy, empty‑handed, nevertheless launched a challenge straight at the towering giant.

Soon, with a reluctant hum, the iron golem's massive frame collapsed into several iron ingots and a small red flower called a poppy, which fell onto the grass.

Yang Yixie: "......"

Sun Yu slapped his thigh and began mercilessly mocking.

"See? Health bar! 'Hng en'! Still 'wong ao'! Want to go over and help chop a couple times to drop some iron ingots?"

Yang Yixie turned back with a blank expression, watching Sun Yu laugh until he doubled over, and silently changed how he held his chopsticks.

"How about you change your name to Pinduoduo?"