Chapter 820: Chapter 784: Xiao Qiao’s Diary – Paradise Crew
The transparent glass dome was covered with some dust, but it didn’t obstruct the view of the blue sky outside.
At this moment, steaming hotpot bases were being served, along with fresh vegetables and meat rolls filling up the table.
Even though Gu Mian and his group hadn’t ordered any food.
But the waiter obviously wanted them to eat and leave quickly, or perhaps he wanted to shut their mouths with food, making Gu Mian focus on eating so they wouldn’t have any thoughts of doing anything else.
Gu Mian noticed that the staff was gritting their teeth and clearly annoyed while serving the food, probably hoping this meal would stuff him to death.
Looking at the steaming hotpot, Gu Mian thought of Fatty.
He opened the group chat of ten to see if Fatty had sent any messages.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the page opened, it was filled with Fatty’s complaints, worried why Gu Mian and the others hadn’t responded, wondering if they were in danger, and expressing curiosity about Paradise World’s rollback incident.
Thankfully, the ten-person group chat didn’t allow voice messages, or else Fatty would have recorded a half-hour-long audio message for the group.
Beside him, Chu Changge spoke up, "I just looked, it’s all Fatty’s nonsense. There’s even a diary entry by Xiao Qiao. If you want to know about their situation outside, you can read Xiao Qiao’s diary."
Gu Mian was puzzled.
Has this group chat turned into a diary book? Why is Xiao Qiao writing a diary in it?
Moreover, a diary is quite a private thing. It’s the first time seeing someone writing one in a group chat.
He scrolled up and indeed found Xiao Qiao’s diary—
"Today, sunny."
Great! Starting off with the wrong date format, whose diary date says "today"?
"Gu Mian went into the amusement park with a scary glasses guy and a string of numbers without taking me. I’m so bored.
"Liu Ruyan taught me to write a diary, which is to record the day’s events, so it’s not boring, so I decided to write it in the group to share with everyone.
"Today, Little Fatty didn’t feel like cooking, so I sneaked into Gu Mian’s house and took the pot, only to find those evil curled noodles in it.
"I guess Gu Mian and the scary glasses guy and a string of numbers are filming in the amusement park, because they NG’ed. I really want to go film too.
"Next time, you must take me, next time, you must take me, next time, you must take me."
Xiao Qiao’s diary was so abstract, but fortunately, she was literate. Gu Mian struggled but managed to extract the correct content from the abstract words.
Gu Mian looked up at the "scary glasses guy" across from him, which was the nickname Xiao Qiao had given to Chu Changge.
And sitting next to the "scary glasses guy" was "a string of numbers" 007.
To give credit where it’s due, Xiao Qiao’s naming skills were not bad at all.
However, besides Chu Changge and 007, some others had come in as well.
Gu Mian looked toward another table in the restaurant where Mingliang and Dai Huanhuan were seated. The mechanical dog was sitting obediently, curiously watching the steaming hotpot, even extending its metallic arm to feel the rising steam.
Mingliang probably hadn’t eaten proper food in a long time.
He stared at the food on the table for a long time, then raised his head to search the restaurant for any sign of the attendants.
But the server, having delivered the food, had long retreated to the kitchen, avoiding too much contact with Gu Mian.
Failing to find the server, Mingliang swallowed his saliva at the sight of all the food, and turned toward Dai Huanhuan with a pleading look: "Can I eat this...?"
Dai Huanhuan had originally picked up his chopsticks to grab meat from the pot, but hearing Mingliang’s question, he cautiously put the chopsticks down: "Is it poisoned?"
"No, no," Mingliang quickly waved his hand to explain, "It just feels surreal to suddenly be in such a nice place and provided with such good food."
That was it; it was just a poor player frightened by instances.
"This isn’t one of those terrifying instances, it’s okay." Dai Huanhuan patted his shoulder, after all, Gu Mian was right at the next table, even if this were a horror instance, would any ghost dare to jump out and say "no" to you eating from the table?
Receiving permission, Mingliang finally took up his chopsticks with trembling hands.
He hadn’t properly used chopsticks in a long time, and they almost felt unmanageable.
Piece by piece, leaves slipped from the unsteady chopsticks, unable to be held, prompting Mingliang to anxiously pick them up with his hands and toss them into the pot.
Although Dai Huanhuan was an NPC and hadn’t personally experienced the terrifying instances designed in their world, he did know how high the death rates in those instances were.
There didn’t seem to be many people left on Earth.
Watching Mingliang gobble the food without waiting for it to cook thoroughly, shoving it into his mouth, Dai Huanhuan felt a strange sensation.
They ought to be adversaries, yet here they were, sitting at the same table eating, and he even felt a bit of sympathy for Mingliang.
At this moment, Gu Mian was also watching Mingliang continuously stuffing food into his mouth, still steaming meat was shoveled hastily from pot to mouth, causing him to "sizzle" from the heat.
He was now completely different from when they had first met.
No longer watching Mingliang fanning his mouth from the heat, Gu Mian turned his eyes to Chu Changge’s face: "Before the rollback, you hadn’t mentioned Mingliang, so I assume you didn’t encounter him. This time, after I mentioned the rollback in the group chat, you took different actions than last time and encountered Mingliang;
"Did you experience anything special when you entered this world?"
Chu Changge didn’t have memories before the rollback, so Gu Mian couldn’t ask him about the differences between the two actions, only about any special occurrences.
Chu Changge looked up again at the sky outside the glass dome, recalling the photo he saw upon entering this world.
"Jiang Yang"
Jiang Yang?
It was Xie Bi’an’s former name, something Chu Changge had mentioned to Gu Mian before.
"We knew previously that Jiang Yang came from this world, and I happened to land at his old dwelling, Rathead Alley, a lower-class neighborhood."
Unexpectedly, Chu Changge had landed at the place where Xie Bi’an used to live.
"Lu Yi had told me, the Guardian dispatched from this world was a lower-class person, and Xie Bi’an is a lower-class person, his appearance wouldn’t stand out in the real world." Gu Mian rubbed his chin.
Upper Class People in Paradise World would look like albinos in the real world, if Xie Bi’an was Upper Class, it wouldn’t be surprising for him to always wear a cloak.
But if he looks just like everyone else, why cover up with a cloak?
"Speaking of which," Gu Mian suddenly had a thought, looking to Chu Changge, "How did you know you landed at Jiang Yang’s old address?"
"There were still photos left in the house."
Of course, Chu Changge and Xiao Qiao had both seen Xie Bi’an before he wore a cloak, so they could recognize him from the photos.
Xiao Qiao previously even commented that "Xie Bi’an looks pretty good."
Mind you, her standards are quite discerning.
Gu Mian was really curious about how Xie Bi’an looked, but unfortunately, Chu Changge didn’t bring the photo.
Why is he always wearing a cloak while walking around? Gu Mian couldn’t figure it out.
While pondering, he glanced at the first-floor courier storage area.
From afar, the pile of couriers resembling a mountain no longer had Chief Luo’s figure, he must have found the package he was looking for.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, suddenly, Crazy Tower Chief’s voice came from behind Gu Mian: "So here you are!"
