Can Jiuluoyu Also Work As Customer Service In Wuxianliu? Chapter 17

Wang Jing? Zhang Yu felt the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he had heard it.

“Wang Jing is tall, handsome, gets good grades, comes from a good family, and is excellent at basketball. Lots of people liked him… he was like the star of the school, you know?”

Zhang Yu gave a vague “Mhm.” He had never even attended school, so how would he know?

But he couldn’t show weakness at a critical moment, so he could only pretend he understood.

Tong Wei didn’t notice Zhang Yu’s lack of confidence. “My… my friend didn’t interact much with Wang Jing, and initially, they got along fine. But one day, my friend accidentally knocked over his book, and Wang Jing held a grudge against him ever since.”

“Huh?” Zhang Yu was stunned. He asked uncertainly, “Was that serious?”

“Normally, it wouldn’t be serious. It was just a small accident. My friend apologized immediately, and Wang Jing said it was fine. Of course, he only said that; in reality, he started tripping him up both openly and secretly. Later, the conflict escalated, and almost everyone around them heard about it, but no one understood why things had gotten so bad.”

“Then later, my friend accidentally discovered Wang Jing and his group bullying another student. They were hitting him viciously; it looked like someone might die soon. He didn’t have time to call the police or find a teacher, and he didn’t have time to think—he just rushed in… and that’s how things ended up.”

“Ah?!” Zhang Yu was startled, feeling his soul tremble violently, his worldview shaking. “But isn’t that considered self-defense? That’s what the legal education skits say.”

He had never considered that short videos were a mixed bag, and he believed whatever he scrolled past, especially videos labeled as legal education, which he had even saved to study closely.

“Theoretically, yes, but there was no evidence,” Tong Wei gave a self-deprecating smile. “There were no surveillance cameras at the scene, no eyewitnesses, and the bullied student was too afraid to testify. All the evidence in the case could only prove that I hit them.”

“You?”

“Ah, no, I mean my friend.”

“How could that happen…”

“They had a long-standing conflict, so it wasn’t surprising that it erupted that day. Even the motive sounds so plausible.”

Zhang Yu looked unconvinced. “But that’s not the truth.”

Tong Wei shook his head gently. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“What happened after that? Didn’t they all disappear? Where did they go?”

Tong Wei was silent for a long time, then suddenly gave a bitter smile. “That, I don’t know.”

Zhang Yu was very dissatisfied with the abrupt end of the story, but Tong Wei insisted that was all he knew, and squeezing him dry wouldn’t produce another punctuation mark.

Zhang Yu could only give up, walking away with a head full of frustration.

A white butterfly flew up from his shoulder, fluttering away and disappearing into the greenery.

Tong Wei stood hunched over, staring blankly at the ground.

In the last Dungeon, Wang Jing was killed by the angry Players seeking revenge. After his death, the shooting range automatically unlocked, and everyone returned to human form; even the balloons that were shot at the beginning were miraculously restored.

Looking back now, Wang Jing was probably a born sociopath, which is why he relentlessly pursued Tong Wei over a trivial matter. After entering the Dungeon, without the constraints of law and society, his brutality worsened, leading him to his final state.

If Zhang Yu hadn’t intervened, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Tong Wei shook off the distracting thoughts and focused on the present. He was able to leave the Safe House using Zhang Yu as a medium. What would happen if he separated from Zhang Yu?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, an irresistible pressure suddenly surged from all directions, as if an invisible hand had gripped Tong Wei’s life, needing only a little more force to crush him.

Soon, blood began to seep from the corner of Tong Wei’s mouth. He was enduring immense pain from head to toe.

Undoubtedly, this was the game’s signal calling him back.

Leaving the game was indeed not that easy.

Tong Wei shakily stood up and struggled to walk back. Thankfully, they hadn’t gone too far; he could still endure this distance.

It was only a few dozen steps, but it took Tong Wei a long time to slowly shuffle back into the elevator.

The pain in his body was almost destroying his consciousness. He used the last bit of his strength to press the elevator button, after which he couldn’t even stand, only able to curl up as the elevator slowly ascended.

Tong Wei almost suspected he had been in the elevator for ten years; it felt endless.

He finally managed to endure until the elevator stopped. His consciousness was so blurry that he couldn’t react, and he remained sluggish for a long time before remembering to crawl out.

Before completely losing consciousness, Tong Wei saw someone rushing over to meet him.

Looking at the magnificent house before him, Xia Yun couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated. He hesitated for a moment before plucking up the courage to ring the doorbell.

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to come to a place like this, but he had no option. This school year, he was assigned to a class as the homeroom teacher, and one student was extremely introverted, slow to react, and couldn’t integrate into group life.

Having learned from past experiences, Xia Yun was highly nervous, afraid of another accident, so he quickly scheduled a home visit.

The parents’ reaction was strangely indifferent, suggesting they weren’t very concerned about the child.

The door opened quickly, and a woman in her thirties or forties wearing an apron came out to greet him.

She must be the nanny, Xia Yun thought uncertainly. “Hello, I am Xia Yun, Yu Ying’s homeroom teacher. I scheduled a home visit earlier.”

“Teacher Xia, please come in.” The nanny stepped aside.

Xia Yun cautiously walked through the mansion’s garden, wondering why such a wealthy family didn’t send their child to a private school…

“Yu Ying, Teacher Xia is here,” the nanny-like woman called out toward a flower bush. “What are you doing?”

Xia Yun: “?”

After a moment, a pale-skinned, translucent-looking boy emerged from the flower bush. His green eyes were particularly striking in the sunlight.

He was clearly of mixed race.

He was dressed exquisitely and had an outstanding appearance, but his expression was somewhat timid. He instinctively avoided eye contact, appearing completely lacking in confidence.

“There’s a letter,” Yu Ying whispered, lowering his head. His pronunciation was strange, and his speech was slow, as if he hadn’t adapted to the new language yet.

“A letter?” The nanny didn’t pay attention, emphasizing, “Teacher Xia is here to see you. Hurry up and take the teacher inside. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Yu Ying meekly “Mhm’d,” slowly climbing up from the ground. “Teacher, follow me.”

Soon, Xia Yun followed Yu Ying into a small living room and was served expensive tea.

But that was the extent of it.

Xia Yun felt complicated. Initially, he suspected Yu Ying might belong to a special group, but after observing him for a while, he felt it hadn’t reached that point. The child was just slow to learn, found it hard to communicate with others, and usually liked to hide in a corner. Being watched made him uncomfortable; a lack of confidence was probably the source of all his problems.

This left Xia Yun unsure how to treat the student. Some teachers used a coaxing tone to guide Yu Ying, but he always felt that wasn’t the right approach either.

After much thought, he decided he had to conduct a home visit to assess the situation. After arriving, he found the situation more complex than he had anticipated.

Yu Ying’s parents were nowhere to be seen in the huge house; only the nanny hosted him from start to finish. The nanny was tight-lipped, saying she didn’t know anything when asked, and the conversation went in circles, yielding nothing.

He seemed to understand why Yu Ying was the way he was.

Since it was fruitless, Xia Yun wisely decided to leave. He declined the nanny’s offer to send a car for him and slowly returned the way he came.

He wasn’t very familiar with the roads and accidentally slipped into a small path between the gardens. After walking a bit, he saw two security guards sitting in a pavilion ahead.

“They still haven’t found President Yu’s son, have they?”

“Nope. They’ve even posted a reward.”

“They’re so rich. If you ask me, we should be out looking for their son instead of being security guards.”

“Hmph, they can’t find him with such a huge effort. What makes you think you can?”

“Maybe, who knows? Maybe I’ll run into him when I go out to take out the trash.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“How do rich people’s minds work? They have such a good life, why disappear?”

“Maybe he was kidnapped.”

“Kidnapping was ruled out long ago—they said there were no signs of a break-in at the scene, and no one has asked for a ransom. Now everyone is saying his son was so wicked that he was taken away by a ghost.”

“Rich people love talking about that supernatural stuff… Speaking of which, they have a new boy in the house. He’s quite handsome, clearly born to a foreigner. Could he be an illegitimate child?”

“How would I know?”

Xia Yun frowned. It sounded like they were discussing Yu Ying’s family. Xia Yun sighed inwardly, feeling a little more sympathy for Yu Ying.

He could only take better care of this child in the future, Xia Yun thought.

After Xia Yun left, the huge mansion fell into silence.

Yu Ying was curled up on the sofa, repeatedly touching a piece of letter paper in his hand. At first, he clearly saw a butterfly, but in the blink of an eye, it landed and turned into a letter.

How strange.

He was sure he hadn’t misread it, but a butterfly turning into a letter was too contrary to common sense; it shouldn’t be possible.

The letter contained many words, written in a messy hand, suggesting it was written in a great hurry.

Dad, Mom, save me! I’m in a strange place. They all say this is a game, and we are Players. We have to clear Dungeons… Many people have died here. I’m so scared. I was foolish before, I shouldn’t have argued with you… Please save me quickly. You must have a way, right? I can’t hold on much longer…

After reading the words on the letter, Yu Ying suddenly grinned.

A game where people die? How interesting.

He casually tore the letter to shreds with a thought.

But just as he was about to throw away the trash, a white light suddenly enveloped his entire body.

A moment later, nothing was left in his place.

“Die! Everyone! Must! Love!”

The office was empty, and Zhang Yu was singing the new upbeat tune he had learned with gusto—the hair salon outside his Rental Apartment loved playing this song, and Zhang Yu would hear a bit every time he passed by. Day after day, he learned it.

He had very little work today. Zhang Yu stretched, eating snacks and dragging his feet, leisurely waiting for the end of the workday.

So great, Zhang Yu thought happily. He hoped the company would live a long life, never die, and pay on time.

Zhang Yu had already made a savings plan. Once he saved enough money, he would go see a real blue tang storm, preferably taking the Ghost Painter with him.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yu welcomed the end of the workday. As he packed his bag, he suddenly realized something was odd.

The office had a high turnover rate, but usually, there were always a few other figures around.

Today, the entire day, there hadn’t been a second person in the office.

9 to 5, he was the only one performing a solo act.