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Chapter 220 Self-introduction

Lu Renkui peeked out, intending to see what the people outside were saying, but soon her head was gently pressed against the index finger of a hand that seemed too big for her at the moment.

After Fang Cheng obtained the two little figures with the golden fingers, he followed the others into the Tianhe Tea House.

After entering the largest building, the group waited in the hall for a long time, but the owner of the tea shop did not appear.

Everyone was getting impatient and began exchanging information with each other.

Fang Cheng didn't say anything at first; she just listened quietly. Then she felt something moving in her pocket.

Suddenly remembering that his two little golden finger figures were still in his pocket, Fang Cheng quickly looked down and found that a little figure with braids had poked its head out and was looking outside.

Worried that the little golden finger figure would be discovered by others—after all, who wouldn't want a god's-eye view—Fang Cheng quickly used his finger to block the little figure's protruding head, but he didn't dare to use too much force, afraid that his movements would be too large and others would see it.

Go back quickly, go back quickly, go back quickly! Fang Cheng shouted in her heart. Fortunately, the little man seemed to hear what she was thinking. After nudging her finger for a while, he withdrew his head.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, no one had discovered him.

"Oh, it's your turn." A woman's voice, around 30 years old, came through. "Do you know anything?"

Fang Cheng realized she was being called, and she immediately came to her senses, saying, "Ah, I, I'm a high school student..."

"A high school student? It's not bad that you managed to get here." It was another middle-aged man's voice.

"Yes, thank you, thank you," Fang Cheng said nervously.

"So what information do you have?" came the voice of a boy who sounded to be around 20 years old.

“Information…” Fang Cheng said, “All I know is that a voice told me that as long as we get through this instance, we can return to the real world.”

“It seems like everyone has received roughly the same information,” said a woman who looked like a college student. “Me too. A voice in my head told me that as long as I get through this dungeon, I can go back to my life.”

“Yes, that’s right.” A boy wearing glasses said. He was using two crutches, so it must have been tough for him to get through this. “And I also heard that if I can get through this dungeon, my body can be like a normal person’s.”

“That doesn’t sound very useful either,” said the young man, who was about 20 years old, frowning. “There’s absolutely no useful information here. Maybe the news about being able to go home is just a lie to fool us.”

The atmosphere in the room instantly somber upon hearing this.

“Don’t be discouraged,” said a short boy. “Maybe it’s true. I’m still thinking about going back to the real world to meet you.”

"Hmm." The boy, who was around 20 years old, relaxed his furrowed brows and smiled broadly when he heard what the short, handsome boy said.

The middle-aged man immediately recognized the young man in his early twenties and the short boy. He clapped his hands and said, "Hey, aren't you two? Do you two young men remember me?"

The young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, turned around and asked with a hint of wariness, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," the middle-aged man said with a smile. "Then I'll take this opportunity to introduce myself. I'm Wang Jianhua. I used to do manual labor on a construction site. One day, I was accidentally hit by a falling flowerpot, and when I opened my eyes, I was here."

Then the middle-aged woman introduced herself: "My name is Li Hongying. I was hanging clothes to dry at home when a fire broke out downstairs. I was trapped inside the fire and fainted from the heat. When I woke up, I was here."

“My name is Bai Xingyi,” the female college student raised her hand. “I suddenly fainted because I stayed up too late, and when I woke up I was in this infinite flow world.”

“My name is Gu Huayang,” said the boy who was using two crutches. “I was in a wheelchair going down a slope when the brakes suddenly failed, and I fell down the slope and passed out.”

"My name is Fang Cheng, and I was in a car accident." Fang Cheng was the youngest among them, so he seemed even more nervous.

“It’s alright, I don’t think anyone here is a bad person,” Bai Xingyi came over and patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder. “The bad guys I met before are all dead. So I don’t think anyone here will do evil.”

Fang Cheng swallowed hard and nodded hastily.

“Alright, now it’s your turn,” Bai Xingyi turned to look at the boy in his early twenties and the short, handsome boy. “What are your names?”

The boy in his early twenties didn't speak; it was the shorter boy who spoke first: "My name is Fu Qu, and his name is Chen Yi'an. I wasn't looking where I was going and fell into an uncovered manhole. He fell from a tall building and landed here."

"Oh my, Brother Chen, Brother Chen." After learning his name, Wang Jianhua immediately stepped forward, grabbed Chen Yi'an's hand, and patted him, saying, "Wow, you're really amazing! That monster, you took it down in a flash with just one slash, wow."

Hearing that Chen Yi'an was so powerful, everyone present was somewhat surprised—one strike to kill a monster was something they dared not even imagine.

Chen Yi'an didn't look proud of the praise; perhaps it was because the stranger had grabbed his hand that he felt disgusted and resentful.

Chen Yi'an pulled his hand away and said, "It's nothing serious." He then wiped his hand in front of everyone.

Wang Jianhua was a little embarrassed – he had been scolded by a well-dressed young couple for taking the subway home after finishing work at the construction site. They pointed at him and asked why he was sitting in a seat when he was so dirty.

Although someone later stepped in to defend him and retaliate, Wang Jianhua still cared about the incident. After that, he would change his clothes after work.

Now that he was being publicly disliked, Wang Jianhua recalled the embarrassment of being scolded by that young couple. However, Chen Yi'an seemed to be the most formidable among them, so Wang Jianhua could only endure it. Besides, it wasn't a big deal. If he rashly went up and grabbed her hand, she might be a bit of a germaphobe.

Wang Jianhua comforted himself.

Fang Cheng saw all of this—she hadn't experienced much of society, but she had ventured into several worlds of supernatural tales and met quite a few people like Chen Yi'an.

Fang Cheng knew Chen Yi'an's actions were wrong, but he had managed to get to where he was today by constantly hiding. If they really encountered a project requiring direct combat, he could only rely on the person with the highest fighting strength. If a conflict arose, he would likely hold a grudge and wouldn't save her then.

Chen Yi-an's actions clearly made the situation much more awkward.

Just then, a sharp voice rang out: "The young lady has arrived!"

As the words fell, a line of young girls dressed in the attire of maids from the Republican era, of similar age, entered through the main hall and lined up on both sides.

A girl wearing a blue and white porcelain-patterned cheongsam slowly walked in from outside. The others tactfully made way for her, allowing her to sit in the chair in the very center of the hall.