Chapter 778

Apologizing to the card friends, Qingque hurriedly took a few people out of the card hall to do business.

It's just that her set of rhetoric obviously didn't have much use — the four people behind her all had bad faces.

Qingque could understand the mood of the few quite well.

Anyone who made an appointment with her for "Celestial Jade Abacus," intending to fight happily, but couldn't find her anywhere, and finally saw that she was secretly working overtime at the Divination Commission.

No matter how good-tempered and well-raised a girl she was, she would have to say a few words, questioning "Is 'Celestial Jade Abacus' not fun, or is working overtime very important?"

Not to mention these distinguished guests who have official business.

Is there something wrong mixed in?

Forget it, don't care.

In short, before getting on the skiff, Qingque apologized all the way, while leading the way to the port, while talking about how fun "Celestial Jade Abacus" was.

It made Welt Yang, who had always been good-tempered, start to doubt whether this Miss Qingque was the best candidate specially selected by Fu Xuan.

Specially sent to torture them.

Fortunately, along the way, Qingque didn't suddenly find an excuse to run away to play "Celestial Jade Abacus," but faithfully fulfilled her duties.

"First, say hello to everyone, don't run around when you arrive at the Divination Commission later."

"Although you are the guests of the Diviner, she herself hates people who don't follow the rules and ask questions... don't touch her bad luck."

Welt Yang nodded, "We are just listening to an interrogation, and we will leave when it ends," without any intention of chatting.

Seeing Welt's official business look, Qingque felt great pressure. She was too familiar with this look; it was common in Fu Diviner, and mostly occurred when she was caught skipping work.

The few young people still looked kind.

Not only is "137" a peer — it looks like this from the appearance, and the girls are cute, and the boys are also tall and handsome.

Arriving at the port, the faces of the few also looked much better, not like they would catch Qingque at any time to make grilled birds.

The few also occasionally talked to her, asked about the specific rules of "Celestial Jade Abacus," and asked why she would refresh in the card hall.

She knew everything about the first topic;

She stammered about the second topic and would never say much.

After chatting idly along the way, the few also knew each other's names and simply explained the bottom line.

As soon as they knew that the few people in front of them were the famous "Nameless" on the "Astral Express."

Qingque clapped her hands and suddenly realized:

"I said how the guests looked familiar, the figures of the few had appeared on the Foundation's light screen before."

A small regret lingered in the girl's heart: Qingque, Qingque, you can't always play cards like this.

But it was only a short stay like a bird, and it disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Next time, continue.

She looked at the few carefully again.

The ideal type is named Bai Xuan, and the two girls who look like they have stories with Bai Xuan, the pink-haired one is named March 7th, and the gray-haired one is named "Stelle."

The ice-breaking was successful, and Qingque swept away the previous restraint and humility, becoming lively, completely like a little bird jumping on the eaves and branches:

"Ha! The previous things were my fault, everyone must not take it to heart."

"How about after you finish your business, I invite you to form a group to play 'Celestial Jade Abacus'?"

Hearing this, the few were immediately helpless.

This Miss Qingque, if she left "Celestial Jade Abacus," I'm afraid she wouldn't know how to live.

When everyone was in place, a slight vibration came from under the seat.

The scene outside the window began to flow, the docked port gradually moved away, and after a while, layers of clouds came to their faces.

Qingque put down the backrest, took out an eye mask, and looked like she was about to turn on the sleep mode.

But who would have thought that Bai Xuan asked casually at this time: "What do you want to eat?"

Hmm? Is there food?

Qingque got up, somewhat puzzled — no one went to the stall to buy food just now, and no one saw anyone coming with big bags and small bags.

March 7th: "Milk tea, fried chicken~"