Can Jiuluoyu Also Work As Customer Service In Wuxianliu? Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Repair

Tong Wei lay on the sofa in the Break Room, tossing a volleyball up and catching it idly.

The scenes from the last Dungeon kept flashing through his mind. That boundless despair was still branded into his bones and flesh, aching faintly.

Although they had cleared the Dungeon in the end, they failed to take down the Player who had disguised himself and killed wantonly. The culprit had managed to escape.

Everyone was exhausted and battered when they left the Dungeon. No one had the energy to dwell on why that Player would do such a thing.

Tong Wei had a hunch: this person wasn’t motivated by profit; they simply enjoyed slaughtering Players.

Such a person was too dangerous.

They would surely cause major trouble in the future, yet they knew nothing about this person, not even managing to get a clear look at their face.

It was absolutely terrible.

He was still that useless trash.

Tong Wei lost focus, and the tossed volleyball landed squarely on his face.

“Hiss…” Tong Wei covered his face in pain. When a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water can choke them.

Tong Wei irritably threw a flurry of random punches at the air.

“What kind of boxing is that?” Zhang Yu poked his head in from the doorway.

Tong Wei sprang up, sitting bolt upright, adjusting his expression to look calm and collected. “It’s you. Something wrong?”

“Getting water.”

“Oh.”

Zhang Yu was relentlessly using up the company’s purified water, his eyes darting toward the snack cabinet in what he thought was a subtle manner.

“If you want to eat something, just eat it,” Tong Wei said.

“I see no one else is eating…” Zhang Yu maintained his composure.

“Oh, we’re not kids. None of us like this stuff. Ghost Painter prepared all this for you.”

Players couldn’t go to Reality. Anything they wanted had to be exchanged with the game using points.

Snacks that were common outside were priced prohibitively high for an average Player in the game.

Ghost Painter had exchanged a whole cabinet full of such precious items.

With that many points, he might as well have exchanged them for a few useful items, Tong Wei thought sourly.

“Ghost Painter? Prepared for me?” Zhang Yu was incredulous. If he remembered correctly, the snack cabinet was already standing there on his first day of work.

He hadn’t even spoken to Ghost Painter yet at that time.

“Yeah, it was set up before you reported for duty. It’s quite an eyesore. Who likes this childish stuff?”

“Why would he prepare a snack cabinet for me?”

“Only a ghost would know Ghost Painter’s reasons.”

Tong Wei stood up, intending to leave the Break Room. He wasn’t sure how to interact with Zhang Yu. Just as one foot stepped out the door, Zhang Yu called him from behind.

“Hmm?” Tong Wei turned his body faster than he spoke. “Let me be clear, I really have no interest in these childish things. Don’t think about dragging me into eating them.”

“Uh,” Zhang Yu pointed to the snack cabinet, confused. “I just want to confirm again, these really don’t cost money, right?”

Tong Wei’s eyes instantly turned cold, and his expression became extremely unpleasant. After a long silence, he spoke grudgingly, “No, they don’t. Relax.”

Zhang Yu had never lived a life of extravagance. Even though he had confirmed multiple times that the entire snack cabinet was his, he didn’t dare to act recklessly. He only carefully selected a single bag of marshmallows.

He had eaten this stuff before.

It wasn’t long after Zhang Yu arrived in the city. One morning, he earned fifty yuan moving boxes for someone. He happily pocketed the money and strolled home. On the way, he encountered a child, about five or six years old.

The child seemed to have run off alone, with no adult nearby, and was peering longingly into the convenience store entrance.

Zhang Yu, being nosy, sat down next to the child and asked what was wrong.

The child said he wanted candy.

At that time, Zhang Yu didn’t understand the boundaries of social interaction. Without a second thought, he bought the child a bag of marshmallows.

Just as he tore open the package, the child’s mother rushed over in a panic. She snatched the bag from the child’s hand and threw it on the ground. “Where did you get that candy? Who told you to eat candy? Do you want to keep your teeth? Do you want another trip to the hospital for a shot!”

With the marshmallows snatched away, the child burst into loud sobs. His mother, used to this, didn’t bother to comfort him. She picked him up and carried him home without explanation.

Zhang Yu watched the mother and son walk away blankly, unable to understand what had just happened.

Much later, he picked up the marshmallows that had fallen to the ground and quietly ate them.

They were very sweet.

Sickeningly sweet.

So sweet that it felt like it could permeate his very core.

Zhang Yu searched around twice but couldn’t find Ghost Painter.

“He went out on an errand,” Ding Anna said, scribbling away as she casually made up an excuse.

In reality, Ghost Painter had gone to clear a Dungeon.

However, the game prohibited Customer Service from revealing the truth, so she could only mislead him.

“Ah.” Zhang Yu drooped, his non-existent ears seemingly wilting.

He had originally wanted to find Ghost Painter to share the marshmallows with.

He didn’t dislike this sweet feeling, and perhaps Ghost Painter would like it too.

Zhang Yu could only return to his workstation and continue being the conscientious genius Customer Service representative.

The work area was unusually quiet today. He refreshed the screen several times, but no messages appeared. Zhang Yu looked up and saw Ding Anna was still busy writing.

“What are you doing?”

“A diary.”

“A diary?”

She was slacking off so openly?

“That’s right.” Ding Anna wasn’t annoyed by the interruption. She looked up and explained, “I believe that everything that happens in the world has meaning, and everything is connected. As long as I collect as much information as possible, there’s no mystery that can’t be solved.”

“Ah, is that so?” Zhang Yu didn’t understand at all.

“So I record everything I experience, see, hear, and know. At crucial moments, they become my inspiration, the foundation for questioning this world.”

“That’s amazing,” Zhang Yu genuinely exclaimed.

“Right?” Ding Anna was pleased. “I think I’m amazing, but so are you.”

When she first entered the game, Ding Anna was nearly lost due to the intense shock, reduced to a walking corpse struggling on the edge of life and death.

It was only after talking with Zhang Yu last time that she suddenly remembered that she, too, had once fearlessly sought out secrets hidden beneath the torrent of the mundane world.

Her curiosity was fiercely reignited, giving her continuous strength. She secretly vowed not only to leave the Dungeon safely but also to uncover all the truth.

“Thank you.”

Although Zhang Yu didn’t understand what made him amazing.

He tried hard to recall his past, finding that clear memories were few and far between.

Many, many things had been forgotten.

If the past is gradually blurring, does that mean a part of me is disappearing?

A strange thought suddenly occurred to Zhang Yu.

However, his level of education didn’t allow Zhang Yu to delve deeper into the thought. He shook his head, quickly casting this ripple aside.

“I’m going to the Dungeon with you,” Black Spider blocked Tong Wei.

“You still have enough points. There’s no need to suffer in a Dungeon,” Tong Wei refused.

“But you are seriously injured and haven’t recovered.”

“I won’t die.”

The game had a kill line. Once points dropped below a certain threshold, Players would be dragged into the worst, most bloody Dark Dungeons. They either had to earn enough points to climb back up or die miserably within.

No one wanted to fall to the bottom.

All Players were tense, doing everything they could to ensure they had sufficient points.

Tong Wei earned a lot of points, but he spent even more. He lost a significant amount in the last Dungeon and unknowingly dropped to the danger zone.

He had to enter a Dungeon immediately to earn points.

Black Spider tried to persuade him again, but Tong Wei interrupted, “Forget it. You won’t be much help if you come along. I’ll be more relaxed alone.”

Black Spider’s face stiffened. “I’ve been through countless battles, you know.”

“You stay here.” Tong Wei put his arm around Black Spider’s shoulder and lowered his voice. “Protect Zhang Yu. I don’t trust anyone else.”

“Huh?” Black Spider was shocked. “This is the Safe House. Besides, who would harm him?”

“The game is never short on variables.” Tong Wei’s expression was serious. “Even among Players, there are many factions, all with their own agendas. Who can say for sure?”

Black Spider fell silent, then finally nodded. “I understand.”

Tong Wei patted Black Spider’s arm and was about to leave when he turned around and found someone squatting behind him.

It was Ding Anna.

Ding Anna was squatting in the corner against the wall, smiling broadly. “He can’t do it, but surely I can. I’m one hundred times more useful than him.”

“If you want to enter a Dungeon, go by yourself. Why follow me?”

“Intuition.” Ding Anna stood up, brushing the dust off her pants. “Following you is guaranteed to yield results.”

“Suit yourself. Don’t blame me if you die.”

“How could I?”

“Doon-cha-ka, Doon-cha-ka.” Zhang Yu hummed an unknown tune, replying to messages in an orderly fashion.

Ding Anna opposite him was also out on assignment. He was the only one left around, and even the air felt lighter.

After finishing his messages, Zhang Yu took out paper and pen to practice calligraphy—of course, the paper and pen were free employee benefits provided by the company.

Since Ghost Painter’s guidance, Zhang Yu felt his handwriting had indeed improved significantly; at least it wasn’t as cramped as before.

Excellent. Given time, he might even become a great calligrapher.

Write, write, write.

Zhang Yu filled several pages before looking up, his neck aching. He had to tilt his head back to relieve the strain.

When he looked up, he spotted a spider the size of his palm crawling on the ceiling.

Zhang Yu: “!”

Damn, that’s scary.

Zhang Yu leaped out of his chair, grabbing the Death God doll from his desk and hurling it at the spider.

His aim was excellent, hitting the target in one go, but only the doll fell to the floor. The spider was nowhere to be seen.

“?”

Zhang Yu was utterly confused. He searched around but couldn’t find it, so he gave up.

He needed to bring a can of insecticide tomorrow and spray the place. He naturally hated bugs.

Black Spider scrambled away, barely escaping Zhang Yu’s clutches.

He could transform into a spider, and most of the time, he stayed on the ceiling in spider form. If anything unexpected happened, he could launch a surprise attack.

The past few days had been peaceful, but today Zhang Yu spotted him and knocked him down.

If he hadn’t run fast, he might have been squashed flat by Zhang Yu’s foot right now.

Shit.

This was terrifying, Black Spider was still shaken.

Zhang Yu was clearly an ordinary person, so why was he scarier than the NPCs in the Dungeon!

Was this right?!