Infinite: Dawn Game

The meaning of Chapter 270, Number 8

Lu Chusheng was not surprised that he did not hear A Yuan speak.

But there was still a little bit of disappointment.

A Yuan is actually a pretty good player. He has experienced many game dungeons. Although he can only get the basic score to clear most games, he can still be considered a relatively strong player.

But he's too timid.

I'm terrified of dying.

Lu Chusheng had noticed the other party before.

If the other party hadn't seemed so timid, he might have even sent someone to ask A Yuan if he was willing to join the surveillance team.

Pity.

Mr. Xiao seemed to have been convinced by what Lu Chusheng said.

He stood there for several minutes, deep in thought, before finally nodding.

"Your health isn't very good?"

Mr. Xiao thoughtfully raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

The old housekeeper, who had been standing to the side like a shadow, quickly stepped forward.

"gentlemen?"

Mr. Xiao's fingertips trembled slightly before finally stopping in front of Lu Chusheng.

He smiled and said:

"Before we eat, remember to find some cold medicine for this guest to take home."

“Oh, by the way,” Mr. Xiao seemed to realize something, “did the other guest in room eight have a cold?”

“…” Lu Chusheng paused for a few seconds, then quickly nodded: “Yes.”

The usually serious inspection team leader lied without batting an eye:

"The wind was too strong last night. He might not be feeling well and caught a cold from the wind."

A-Yuan, who had a cold: "..."

He turned his head in frustration, the only sound he could hear was his heart pounding rapidly.

There was guilt, shame, distress... and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

A-Yuan swore that he really didn't think much of it.

He was just... he was just scared.

I was just scared.

There was only fear.

Mr. Xiao nodded again: "That's it. It gets a bit chilly here at night, since it's close to the suburbs and the wind is stronger."

After saying this, Mr. Xiao's tone suddenly changed. He walked forward with a smile and patted Lu Chusheng on the shoulder.

"Room number eight is a great place."

Mr. Xiao chuckled and said, "Do you know why?"

Lu Chusheng: "..."

As his brain raced, he quickly grasped the most basic, superficial meaning of the number "eight".

8. In some cases, it is interchangeable with "发" (fā).

For some business owners or those who value financial fortune, the number "eight" is often used as a symbol of good luck.

But more than anything else, Lu Chusheng was concerned about the hand on his shoulder.

The instant Mr. Xiao patted him on the shoulder, Lu Chusheng instantly understood why the player's expression had been so unpleasant.

Mr. Xiao's transformation was quite bizarre; a strong chill seeped into his brain and even into various parts of his body through the gap between his shoulder blades, and the feeling was not pleasant.

In other words, it is a kind of bizarre force that can cause people to lose control of their bodies.

As his mind raced, Lu Chusheng revealed not a single thought; he continued to shake his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, I don't know much about these things."

Mr. Xiao seemed to sigh.

She then released her hand from Lu Chusheng's shoulder.

"Forget it."

Mr. Xiao sighed, "You kids are still too young; that's why you don't know how auspicious the number 'eight' can be for someone."

"Mr. Xiao, what should we do now—"

Before Lu Chusheng could finish speaking, Mr. Xiao raised his hand to interrupt him.

The distorted expression on the latter's face had completely vanished.

He once again adopted that refined and gentle demeanor, even his tone of voice became exceptionally soft.

"Alright," Mr. Xiao said, turning his head to look at each player around him with a smile.

"I only need one wife. As for other things, I can turn a blind eye."

After saying this, Mr. Xiao left with this ambiguous statement.

When Mr. Xiao's figure disappeared on the second floor, none of the other players had reacted yet.

Even now, most players' minds are still in a state of confusion.

Didn't understand.

Didn't understand.

I didn't understand what Mr. Xiao meant at all.

He Lingling was different from the others in the crowd.

She understood.

Her lips twitched uncontrollably for a second. She resisted the urge to look at Lu Chusheng and tugged at Xu Han beside her.

"Let's go."

He Lingling whispered.

"Let's go quickly."

There were still about two hours before lunchtime, so they took the opportunity to stroll around outside the villa.

Xu Han nodded blankly and followed He Lingling out of the living room.

In the huge living room behind them, several players realized what Mr. Xiao meant by his last words and looked at Lu Chusheng, who was still standing there, in disbelief.

...No way?

So Mr. Xiao means that Lu Chusheng wants to become Mr. Xiao's wife?

At that moment, the faces of all the players, both on and off the screen, were distorted.

Putting everything else aside, this Mr. Xiao looks respectable, but when he does things, he really doesn't care about having any shame at all... Do men want him too?

This was the first humanoid monster they had encountered with such an undiscriminating palate.

...But now, no one dares to say those words.

There's no other meaning to it; it's just that Lu Chusheng is not someone who can "obediently listen to others."

Meanwhile, A-Yuan, who had been pulled into a corner by his teammates, was pale-faced.

Last night, when choosing rooms, most players paid attention to their own room numbers and probably didn't notice that he was sharing "room number eight" with Lu Chusheng.

It's possible that everyone has noticed, but no one is willing to speak up first and cause trouble.

After all, Lu Chusheng generally wouldn't let ordinary players put themselves in danger.

The problem is, A Yuan is not an ordinary player.

He has the experience and talent he should have. Apart from his timid personality, he is indeed a semi-veteran player who has one foot in the ranks of veteran players.

The two teammates around A Yuan also knew this, and looked at A Yuan with some worry.

One of the female players panicked a little. She grabbed A Yuan's arm and said in a trembling voice:

“Brother Yuan, I always feel that Mr. Xiao, this NPC, is very strange.”

It wasn't just the other party's inexplicably changing attitude and words, but more so, the innate skills that the female player subconsciously activated.

"Lan Ping."

After thinking it over and over, A Yuan finally gritted his teeth and whispered:

Have you activated your talent skills?

This is nonsense.

A Yuan knew, Lan Ping knew, and the other dark-skinned, thin male player next to them also knew.

Lan Ping pursed her lips and nodded, saying with difficulty, "It's activated."

It was precisely because it was activated that she feared A Yuan being chosen.

The two players in room number eight.

Lu Chusheng and A Yuan.