Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 637 Luck

"is it?"

When questioned, Wu Huimin pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm sorry, Lingling, I didn't think of that for a moment."

It's impossible to win.

He Lingling knew perfectly well that Wu Huimin was doing it on purpose, but she still pretended to be unhappy and said:

"...Don't say that next time."

"Good good."

Wu Huimin instantly beamed with joy, grabbed He Lingling's arm, and whispered:

"I knew you had a good temper, Lingling, and you wouldn't get angry."

"..." He Lingling's heart sank. She looked down at the hand in the crook of her arm and couldn't help but think a lot.

What Wu Huimin meant by this was that she was a soft-hearted fool who wouldn't fight back even when she was taken advantage of.

He Lingling pursed her lips slightly, glanced discreetly at the dense "guests" around her, and said:

"Shouldn't we clean up?"

"Ah, right, right, right." Wu Huimin said anxiously, her expression suddenly enlightened.

"We need to hurry, otherwise Brother Yao will scold us when he comes back and sees that we're not working."

As she spoke, Wu Huimin hurriedly ran to the corner of the dining table.

He Lingling followed silently, her eyes casually following Wu Huimin's back as she observed her—she noticed that among the "guests" gathered together, several people would turn their heads to look at Wu Huimin as she took the rag.

Those "guests" whose faces were obscured held wine glasses, pretended to clink them together, and laughed as they drank the scarlet wine in one gulp.

The aroma of the liquor was strong, a world apart from the inferior rum in the hold.

He Lingling also noticed that some "guests" were looking at her.

It was a chilling feeling, like being stared at by a venomous snake flicking its tongue, seeking its prey.

Feeling irritated by the stares, He Lingling walked over to Wu Huimin, picked up a rag, and began wiping the crumbs off the table.

"Ugh."

Wu Huimin, who was diligently wiping the table next to her, suddenly sighed. Her thin finger bones looked particularly pale in the light reflected from the rag.

"I don't know when we'll be able to disembark."

The girl, who was young but had already suffered many beatings, whispered:

"I miss my brother so much..."

He Lingling paused in wiping the table, glancing almost imperceptibly at Wu Huimin beside her, before continuing to wipe the table.

……elder brother.

...It must be Angkor Wat. If there really is someone on this ship who is Wu Huimin's brother...then it must be Angkor Wat.

But if it really is Angkor... why would Wu Huimin say she can't see her brother?

It's just the distance between the upper and lower decks of the ship.

He Lingling was puzzled. She wanted to take the opportunity to get information out of Wu Huimin, but she saw Wu Huimin go to another dining table after wiping her own table.

"..." He Lingling silently sped up her work, trying to finish wiping quickly so she could get information out of Wu Huimin.

As for the "guests" around them, chatting and laughing and exchanging toasts, they all seem to be normal people for now (ignoring their unclear facial features), so they should be fine for the time being.

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Exhibition booth.

Shi Yuan quickly walked behind Sun Qin, who had her back to him, and patted her on the shoulder.

Sun Qin was clearly startled and turned around shakily—upon seeing Shi Yuan, she instantly burst into tears.

"Oh my God!"

Sun Qin suppressed a sob and sniffled, "Why are you back so late? My God, you have no idea what I've been through—"

"They just arrived, and He Lingling and Wu Huimin went to wipe the table."

Shi Yuan's words interrupted Sun Qin's complaints. After quickly finishing her statement, she asked, "What did you go through?"

“…” Sun Qin choked for a moment, then said tremblingly, “Well, it was alright, it’s just that I was forced to play the piano here all afternoon, and Wu Huimin kept staring at me and stuff…”

That seems to be all—oh right!

Sun Qin quickly asked, "Does Mr. Yao's brief conversation with me count as a clue?"

"...What did he say?"

Shi Yuan said, "If you said something we don't know, then that's fine."

"Oh, I see. He said a lot of strange things to me, uh, and Wu Huimin..."

Sun Qin quickly repeated what Mr. Yao had said, then looked at Shi Yuan and asked, "Does this count as a clue?"

After listening to all the conversation, Shi Yuan concluded that Mr. Yao was not a good person and always tried to manipulate innocent and naive girls. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "...Fine."

"Great."

Relieved to receive an affirmative answer, Sun Qin said, "I'd be happy if I could help."

"..." Shi Yuan glanced at Sun Qin's lowered eyes and belatedly realized that she was still uncomfortable with her "timidity" last night.

Shi Yuan: "Actually, you don't need to think so much."

Sun Qin looked up in confusion: "What?"

"It's nothing," Shi Yuan shifted his gaze to the sheet music on the piano stand, his eyebrows twitching slightly. "May I see the piece?"

"can."

Sun Qin hurriedly handed the sheet music to Shi Yuan and whispered:

"I always felt that this piece sounded strange when played. As a piece for a dance, it sounded too heavy, too... eerie."

After Sun Qin finished speaking, she shivered, then realized that she had exaggerated a bit, and smiled embarrassedly.

"……you're right."

Shi Yuan lowered his head and flipped through the densely packed sheet music in his hands, which had been revised countless times, and agreed:

"The composer of this piece has a somewhat extreme mindset. You could say she's a pitiful person who wants to drag many people down to hell with her."

"?"

Sun Qin felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this, and stammered, "Really? Is it that serious? I... I didn't feel anything."

"Everyone is different, maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Shi Yuan wrote down the score and returned the notebook to Sun Qin: "Play it well. Maybe the boss behind the scenes will spare your life because you played this piece well."

"……forget it."

Sun Qin took the sheet music and smiled wryly: "If such a good thing really existed, would it be my turn?"

"Why isn't it my turn?"

Shi Yuan sat down on the empty stool next to Sun Qin, and glanced discreetly at the dense crowd of guests below the booth. When he saw He Lingling and Wu Huimin diligently wiping the table, Shi Yuan's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"...Maybe it's because I've never been very lucky growing up."

Sun Qin lowered her head a little embarrassedly as she spoke: "Nothing good ever happens to me, let alone something as unlikely as this."

Just because she played a song, she could be easily let go by the BOSS and pass the game directly? Good heavens, honestly, Sun Qin wouldn't even dare to do that in her wildest dreams.

She's very realistic.

"No."

Shi Yuan withdrew his gaze, and as Sun Qin looked over curiously, he shared his thoughts:

"In my personal opinion, those who were recruited into Dawn Games are very lucky."