OBS Chapter 410 From, Puppy
Chapter 410 From, Puppy
Her oval face had lost its baby fat, but still retained the softness unique to young girls, appearing even more translucent in the warm room light.
His amber eyes were so clear and pure, like finely polished glass, bathed in a soft, warm light. With each blink, it seemed as if light flowed within them, so precious that one couldn't bear to disturb them.
Her delicate nose accentuated her exquisite features, and her naturally upturned pink lips twitched slightly when the warm breeze blew through the room. Even without speaking, they exuded a charming and endearing quality. The dappled sunlight falling on her hair seemed to accompany her as she quietly enjoyed the warmth.
Her natural elegance made her seem out of place with everything around her, yet she sat there quietly, sipping warm water from her glass, her brows relaxing as if lost in thought.
"Wow! You're so beautiful!" Xiao Quan exclaimed instinctively upon seeing Mu Zhirui's face. The others nodded in agreement. With a face like that, why would they need to spend money on her? They could spend money on her all they wanted!
"Thank you." Mu Zhirui smiled slightly.
Perhaps because there was a big boss present, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and everyone in the room spoke in hushed tones, afraid of leaving a bad impression on Mu Zhirui.
Then 11 pushed over a plate of pastries: "Try this. Putting everything else aside, the food our company's chef makes is pretty good."
It's a plate of hawthorn cake, bright red with a touch of emerald green, which looks very appetizing.
Mu Zhirui picked up a piece: "Is this the hawthorn cake from the food donation list?"
It ranked third in sales on the food donation list, which shows how much everyone loves to eat it.
11 smiled and said, "Yes, you should try it."
As they put the hawthorn cake in their mouths, everyone watched Mu Zhirui's expression with anticipation, waiting for her reaction.
"How about it?"
"good."
The first taste is a refreshing tartness, which slowly spreads with a hint of sweetness, and the sweet and sour flavors hit the tip of the tongue perfectly, without being cloying or astringent.
The texture is exceptionally smooth and creamy; it melts on the tongue with just a sip, without any grainy feel, leaving only a subtle hawthorn aroma lingering on the lips and teeth. Such craftsmanship is truly rare.
Everyone heard this and breathed a sigh of relief.
I was afraid she wouldn't like it.
"Would you like to try this?"
Next, everyone placed all the snacks they thought were delicious in front of Mu Zhirui. She was clearly there to play the game, but it seemed like she was there to freeload.
Time passed quietly, and after a while, the door was pushed open. The people who came in this time were all familiar faces: Umaru and Neck Bro. Umaru was late, while Neck Bro had rushed over as soon as he heard that Emperor R had arrived.
Both of them were surprised to see Mu Zhirui's appearance.
"I feel like I've seen Emperor R somewhere before." Umaru scratched her head.
"Haha, you're trying to get on my good side, aren't you?"
"No." Umaru shook her head.
This face looks familiar; she's definitely seen it before.
Mu Zhirui smiled but remained silent.
“We usually start at 2 PM. Mr. R, you’ve arrived a bit early. Shall we take you out for a tour of our company first?” Neck Bro suggested.
Seeing Mu Zhirui nod, Xiao Quan volunteered, "Then I'll bring R Emperor!"
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The company is large and well-equipped. Photos of Masters Tournament guests are hanging in the corridor. The company has many employees. It's hard to imagine that in the early days, the boss, Neck Bro, slept on the sofa every day.
"This is the restaurant, but people don't usually eat here. They feed everyone during the competition... This is the makeup room, and this is here..." Xiao Quan enthusiastically introduced everything to Mu Zhirui.
When they returned, there were more people again.
"Is everyone here?" Xiao Quan counted the number of people; it was exactly 12 players.
"Ah."
"Are you Emperor R?" A woman with a beautiful face looked at Mu Zhirui in surprise.
Mu Zhirui looked over and instantly understood the woman's identity: "President Qing?"
"It's me." This person was Qingqing Lingling. Mu Zhirui had just finished eating her melon. Qingqing Lingling was in her early twenties, dressed like a high school student. Her face showed no signs of worldly experience, but was full of proof of being rich.
Apart from Qingqing Lingling and a few other guests, Mu Zhirui didn't recognize any of them.
However, one person stood out remarkably.
The man's black curly hair had a natural curl, with a few soft strands hanging down, just enough to cover the corners of his eyes, but his exposed eyebrows and eyes were very bright.
His skin was a cool-toned white, which made his lips appear pink, like cherry blossoms dipped in honey. Yet his face was sharply defined, with sharp brow bones and a clear jawline. He was handsome in a flamboyant way, yet he also exuded an unconscious sweetness. The two qualities blended together, making him exceptionally alluring.
He held a silver pen between his fingertips, twirling it aimlessly. The pen circled between his cold, white knuckles, his movements slow and casual, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.
She was dressed in an expensive suit, exuding an air of nobility mixed with a touch of nonchalant laziness. Even when she was sitting quietly, she was so eye-catching that people couldn't take their eyes off her.
A new guest?
The Masters tournament is getting better and better at selecting players.
She felt her wallet was in grave danger.
The man looked over as soon as she entered the room. Their eyes met in mid-air, and the man smiled slightly at her. Mu Zhirui nodded slightly in greeting.
"Now that everyone's here, shall we choose seats or draw lots?" Neck asked, mainly addressing Mu Zhirui, since it was her first time here.
"Either is fine," Mu Zhirui said.
Everyone can do it.
Neck Bro decided: "Let's draw lots then."
The draw had been prepared in advance, and Mu Zhirui checked her number—8.
She quite liked the number; it sounded like she was about to get rich.
To her right sat number 7, and Neck Bro had good luck, drawing his own exclusive seat. To her left sat that handsome guy with a built-in filter.
When Mu Zhirui walked to her seat, the man even gentlemanly pulled out the chair for her.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
His voice was as clear as melting snow, yet it also had a smooth, rounded quality, like shattered jade striking each other. It was completely free of harshness, so clean that it seemed to reflect light, and the last syllable even carried a hint of sweetness. It was extremely pleasant to listen to.
Even though Mu Zhirui was used to seeing handsome men, she had to admit that he was a rare gem.
"Wait a moment." As soon as Neck Bro finished speaking, a staff member came up with a name tag.
"You guys did a pretty professional job," Qingqing Lingling said.
"It's wrapped up." 11 gave an OK sign.
Mu Zhirui had her nameplate placed in front of her, but the handsome guy next to her had the name...From?
Mu Zhirui: ?
"What's wrong?" Noticing Mu Zhirui's confusion, From smiled at him, a dazzling smile. "You seem very surprised?"
"Hmm... I just didn't expect you to actually..."
"He's actually this handsome?" He was quite narcissistic, but he certainly had the right to be.
Mu Zhirui twitched her lips: "No, it's just that I didn't expect you to be so young."
Judging from his age on his homepage, he seems to already have grandchildren.
And then you tell her that this fresh-faced, tender-looking boy, who looks like a baby cabbage, is From?
what?
But on second thought, everything makes sense.
The teacher's hesitant tone and energetic manner both indicate that he is a young man.
"Um... it's like this, you know, for super-rich people like us, we need to maintain a certain level of mystery." After saying that, he winked at Mu Zhirui.
"...Hmm, oh."
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Fortunately, the game is about to begin.
Just like the process when watching the show, the staff dealt cards to each person in black envelopes. Mu Zhirui glanced at her own card and her heart skipped a beat.
She calmly resealed the cards, preparing to observe the expressions of the others, only to find that several people's eyes were fixed on her. Looking to her left, From gave her a mysterious smile, while looking to her right, his neck grinned maliciously.
11 then added insult to injury: "R-Emperor looks like he's got real status this game."
Mu Zhirui touched her nose: "I'm a commoner."
The onlookers looked on in disbelief.
Mu Zhirui: ......
Is her facial expression control really that bad?
Mu Zhirui looked around. The expressions of the guests at the Werewolf Master Tournament were all exaggerated, and she couldn't tell anything from them. She could only look at some of the bosses. They were relaxed and seemed like good people. As for From, she couldn't tell anything at all.
How can someone so young act like an old fox?
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"It's dark, please close your eyes." As the judge's voice rang out, the first round of the game began. The bright incandescent lights in the room dimmed, casting a dim red glow over everyone, accompanied by the howls of wolves.
Mu Zhirui covered her face with her helmet to make sure she couldn't see a single ray of light. Places without light always make people uneasy.
"Werewolf, please open your eyes."
"Werewolf, please specify your target."
The four wolves exchanged glances. One of them cast a malevolent look at Mu Zhirui, but was interrupted by another wolf waving its hand and communicating with gestures: Don't kill her.
The wolf shrugged: But she has an identity.
His teammate replied: I disagree. It's her first time here; let her experience the game.
"Werewolf, please close your eyes."
"Witch, open your eyes! Tonight, he/she will die. You have a vial of antidote, do you want to use it? You have a vial of poison, do you want to use it?"
"Witch, please close your eyes."
"Seer, please open your eyes. Please select the identity you wish to verify. Their identity is..."
"Prophet, please close your eyes."
Mu Zhirui felt that the night was unusually long, and she had a bad feeling about it.
The first game was a mixed-race game with Seer, Witch, Hunter, and White Wolf. All the werewolves were small wolves. The mixed-race players could choose a player as their idol and would automatically join the idol's team.
After all the identity cards had been used, the judge announced that it was dawn.
Mu Zhirui chose to join the police force, while Xiao Quan and Xiao Mai remained on the ground.
"Players will speak in reverse order, starting with player number 11, according to the dice roll."
Sitting in position 11 is Mr. Fei, the famous boss of the Little Master Tournament: "Well, there's not much to say about speaking in the first position. I'm just an ordinary player with no vision. The only card I can deduce the identity of is player number 8."
Mu Zhirui blinked.
"The fearful expression on Player 8's face when revealing their card suggests they're either a werewolf or a god. I think they're more likely to be a werewolf, since what good person would act so cowardly after getting their identity card? Well, that's all. Just listen carefully to Player 8's speech. Pass."
"Player number 11 has finished speaking. Player number 10, please speak."
After listening to No. 11's speech, Mu Zhirui carefully wrote it down in her notebook: "I am a wolf."
She labeled number 11 as a wolf.
"Player 10 spoke, and he thought the same as Player 11. Player 8 has an identity. Let's listen to his speech. He was there to comment on the Seer, but he was in the first position. Let's play a 'front attack, then back attack' strategy. It's over."
Mu Zhirui frowned. Number 10's speech was weak and didn't sound good to her either.
It was From's turn to speak.
From chuckled: "After checking, 8 is a good person, a golden water. I felt that she had an identity based on her psychological journey. The feedback she gave when she revealed her cards wasn't very good, but I didn't think she was a werewolf. In order to prevent the outside position from attacking her, I checked her again. She's a solid good person. The sheriff's badge flow is 5 and 10. I won't keep 1 and 2 under the sheriff. Just two cards. Let's see which side they're on."
“我觉得前置位发言的10和11都不好，摸5是觉得看不出5的身份，10和11里选择一张10是觉得这张牌比较混，顺着11号的话来讲，狼面比11大。”
From finished speaking in one breath, turned to talk to Mu Zhirui, glanced at her notebook, and said with a smile, "This is the first time I've ever met someone who is so focused on taking notes."
This drew laughter from the crowd.
"Don't betray me later, my 'golden water' (a metaphor for a person's good fortune). I really am a prophet, please believe me, okay?" From's tone suddenly became pitiful, and Mu Zhirui always felt that he was seducing her.
Is it an illusion?
Mu Zhirui noted down the key points from From's words. His tone was very sincere, and he discussed the matter quite a bit. Player 10 gave up immediately, which indicated that Player 10 was on the side of Player 9.
"Player number 8, please speak."
"Hmm... I marked 10 and 11 as werewolves. As for 9, let's listen to their statements. I feel like 9 is a card that's trying to wash my hair. First of all, I'm your innocent friend. You've been talking to me too much. Shouldn't you be pointing out the werewolf?"
"Also, you think that 10 is more like a wolf than 11. I'm the exact opposite of you. Player 11 said that my expression is more cowardly and like a wolf, but even if you get a god card, you're still worried about being exposed by wolves. I think that's completely illogical. And you also said that 11 is like a wolf, but you didn't say anything about why 11 is like a wolf. Instead, you kept attacking 10, which makes me feel like you and 11 are teammates."
"One more thing is that everyone says I'm either a werewolf or a god, so just look at my votes and my speech, there's no need to investigate me. As for your point about wanting the good guys in the outer positions not to use this to attack me, I think that's a good idea, but I still have doubts. I'll listen to the statements from the guys in the back positions first, and I won't take sides for now."
Mu Zhirui joined the police force to avoid paying fares. She didn't believe her skills were enough to accurately predict the Seer among a bunch of cunning old foxes, so she decided not to cause any trouble for everyone...