LGSG Chapter 11
by VolareChapter 11: A Little Shock (Revised) Little Xia is a cutie!……
Xia Ran’s face was still flushed when he returned to the staff dormitory.
He had gotten closer to Mr. Xie!
Mr. Xie had even personally told him his name.
Xia Ran felt like he should be the first among the players to know Mr. Xie’s real name.
So happy!
If he wasn’t mindful of his image, Xia Ran would practically be skipping and jumping in the hallway.
But his outward appearance was that of a black-haired youth walking steadily and expressionlessly down the hallway, as calm as someone who’d been gutting fish at a supermarket for ten years.
Several players who were peeking at Xia Ran took a few glances before immediately closing their doors.
Although they were very curious as to how this guy had managed to survive so safely despite constantly courting death, his aura was just too intimidating. He felt like he could dismember a provoking target without a change in expression. His whole being exuded the unapproachable air of a flower on a high mountain peak.
Better not to go be an attention-grabber in front of Xia Ran, right?
After all, this was someone that even the final boss of the copy couldn’t do anything about.
Xia Ran didn’t know that the players’ perception of him had been updated and iterated to an almost twisted image.
He walked to his room and found Shen Hua squatting in front of the door.
It was normal off-work hours, but Shen Hua was still wearing his employee uniform, his name tag hadn’t been removed, and he was leaning against Xia Ran’s door, dozing off.
Xia Ran: “What do you want from me?”
Shen Hua jolted awake, still drowsy: “Boss!”
He looked around left and right.
Although Shen Hua didn’t see any other players, given that Mu Jingyao had said last time that players would secretly watch, to avoid being overheard, Shen Hua still helped Xia Ran up, saying, “Let’s go inside to talk.”
Xia Ran: “?”
Xia Ran didn’t overthink it.
Right, after all, who would have their friends or guests chat at the door?
Xia Ran opened his door.
Shen Hua walked in and looked around curiously, finding that it wasn’t much different from his own room’s layout.
Shen Hua was relieved.
“Boss,” Shen Hua said, “I finished the sachets.”
He placed two exquisitely embroidered sachets on Xia Ran’s bedside table.
“I sewed them myself,” Shen Hua said, “Just take a look. But…”
His gaze fell on Xia Ran, and he worriedly thought, if the poisonous roses were a counter-item against the Boss, and the boss didn’t know that at all, wouldn’t that be the same as provoking the boss right in the face?!
But he didn’t seem to see any signs of fighting on Xia Ran’s body.
Could it be that Boss could be crushed by the Boss?
How terrifying!
Shen Hua: “Um, does Mr. Xie like roses?”
In short, if he rashly showed concern for Xia Ran, he would likely be seen by the boss as underestimating his strength. So Shen Hua decided to beat around the bush a little.
After all, from the surveillance footage, Mr. Xie and Xia Ran had a damned sense of harmony.
Xia Ran: “He likes them quite a bit. Mr. Xie even asked me to make flower cakes for him to try.”
Shen Hua: “…”
Seriously?
You’re saying, the prop specifically made to counter the Boss was given to the copy Boss as a gift, and not only did the other party gladly accept it, but also asked for more?
What happened to the infinite flow copy being dangerous and full of death and betrayal?
This copy BOSS is much easier to please than a human capitalist!
Shen Hua’s expression turned serious.
If he were to discover a counter-item for the head chef, and give it to the head chef as a gift, could he kill the boss and successfully take his place?
No, no, no.
He doesn’t have Xia Ran’s combat power.
He feels like he’d be slapped to death on the spot!
“Shen Hua?”
Shen Hua shivered and suddenly came back to his senses.
He realized that Xia Ran had called him several times.
Forget it. Things that are difficult to reconcile with logic should be left to take their course.
He just needs to hold on to the boss’s thigh. Other problems aren’t things he should be considering.
Xia Ran sighed, “Your craftsmanship is really skilled.”
This sentence was heartfelt.
Even Xia Ran, a layman, could tell that the embroidery on the sachets’ packaging was by no means perfunctory.
Shen Hua said embarrassedly: “I’ve worked part-time.”
Xia Ran: “…”
Just how many jobs has he done!
Xia Ran couldn’t help but chuckle.
Shen Hua’s eyes widened abruptly, somewhat at a loss: “B-Boss, you can actually smile?”
Xia Ran: “…”
Xia Ran reverted to dead-fish eyes: “I’m not a robot.”
It’s just that his relationship with Mr. Xie has gotten closer today.
He’s in a very good mood.
Moreover, Shen Hua is very kind. Even for someone with social anxiety like Xia Ran, the social distance between them is quite pleasant.
Shen Hua: “…”
The boss is expressionless and rarely has emotional fluctuations. Although he occasionally says something surprising, he really hasn’t regarded the boss as human.
Shen Hua grew a little bolder: “What’s the boss’s identity outside of the game?”
Xia Ran: “Student.”
Shen Hua’s expression was stunned: “College student?”
So young?
“Yes, a part-time game review blogger,” Xia Ran said, “I’m about to graduate, and I have nothing to do, so I post reviews and guides online, and usually play various niche games.”
Shen Hua: “Senior year… very free?”
Xia Ran: “I’m recommended for postgraduate studies.”
Shen Hua: “…”
Never mind.
He looked at Xia Ran with some surprise.
Only now did he realize that the youth’s features hadn’t yet lost the naivety of a young man.
He didn’t expect him to be so young.
Shen Hua inexplicably received a bit of encouragement.
“Once we clear the game,” he said excitedly, “I’m going to follow the boss.”
Xia Ran: “…”
Xia Ran’s face turned slightly red: “Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask, why do you call me boss…”
Shen Hua: “You’re very powerful.”
“I see.” Xia Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought Shen Hua was still holding a grudge about that slap.
The black-haired youth became slightly serious: “You should have something else you wanted to talk to me about, right?”
Shen Hua: “…Ah, I forgot!”
Being next to the boss is too safe, he almost forgot that he was initially too scared to stay in his room by himself.
After watching the live stream today, when the butler came out, the players scattered in all directions.
Shen Hua also took the opportunity to sneak back to the back kitchen, just in time for work. The head chef walked in slowly with a kitchen knife.
The tall man scanned the room, finally fixing his gaze on Shen Hua.
Head Chef: “You came early today.”
Shen Hua gave him a flattering smile.
The head chef coughed.
He was unhappy last night because Shen Hua completed a task beyond his level, but he didn’t expect that the butler later said that Mr. Xie was very satisfied with the completion of the task by the two humans, and gave him a raise. This wasn’t a big deal to begin with, and the head chef only felt like he had lost face in front of Shen Hua last night.
Now money has offset the face.
When he looked at Shen Hua again, he found everything about this kid pleasing to the eye.
“Alright, follow me and learn how to cook today,” the head chef said gruffly.
Shen Hua had also been working for many years, so he naturally knew how to please the head chef. While busily working, he also verbally praised the head chef highly, and soon the head chef looked at Shen Hua with increasing approval, feeling that this human player might be a talent, and perhaps he could cultivate him to have a place with Mr. Xie in the future.
But soon, the head chef noticed something that displeased him.
“Where’s that one-eyed guy?” he asked darkly, “He’s not coming on the second day?”
Shen Hua’s heart thumped.
Although he knew that One-Eye had courted death himself. Even if it wasn’t him intentionally misleading the One-Eye, whose eyes were both broken, to fall into the lake, the two ghosts he angered probably wouldn’t have let him off. It was just a difference between dying sooner or later. But Shen Hua just felt uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he still feels it now.
Even if One-Eye was a bad person, he was still a fresh, living human life after all.
But One-Eye died in that lake, without a trace of his body.
Shen Hua forced a stiff and ugly smile.
Just as he was about to make up some nonsense to divert the head chef’s attention, a low and unfamiliar male voice suddenly came from the door.
“Head Chef, I’m late.”
The damaged eye of his had returned intact.
He stood at the door, staring at Shen Hua gloomily.
*
Thoughts returned.
Shen Hua looked at Xia Ran.
The other party was still unaware of the One-Eye death incident.
Shen Hua didn’t want the boss to misunderstand him.
His throat choked, and Shen Hua asked: “Boss, what do you think are the reasons if a player’s words and actions are inconsistent between the first and second days?”
Xia Ran: “Are you referring to One-Eye?”
He remembered that One-Eye was suspected of bullying Shen Hua.
Xia Ran still thought this game was an ordinary full-sensory RPG game.
So he touched his chin and said, “He was replaced?”
Shen Hua: “…”
Shen Hua’s eyes lit up: “That’s right!”
If this “One-Eye” is fake, it’s highly likely that a human or NPC has taken his place.
Of course, if it’s a human, that’s still okay. If it’s a ghost, it might be a little troublesome.
But in any case, as long as he doesn’t trigger the death conditions, the other party shouldn’t be able to do anything to him either.
Shen Hua was just too flustered today, because he’s in the copy, he couldn’t explain why One-Eye died and came back to life, and behaved so differently before and after.
He was afraid of being haunted by a vengeful spirit.
Now that he had an answer, Shen Hua relaxed a lot.
He picked up the flower stalks and said to Xia Ran with a smile, “Then I’ll make flower cakes for the boss tomorrow!”
Xia Ran opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Shen Hua had already left in a flurry.
Xia Ran: “…”
So energetic.
He tidied up and went to bed.
At the same time, he was concerned about the flow of time in the real world.
But it wasn’t the first or second time he hadn’t eaten or drunk for days while playing a game non-stop.
If his friends can’t contact him, they’ll come to his house to wake him up.
Thinking this, Xia Ran fell asleep.
Late at night.
A pale white hand grabbed the edge of the bed.
Xiao Xie He stood by the bed, slowly reaching out towards the black-haired youth’s throat with both hands.
But at the critical moment, he was blocked by a little girl crawling out from under the bed.
The little girl was the “employee” that Xia Ran had always seen in various corners.
She frowned and said, “I advise you, don’t act rashly. This guy is not an easy person to deal with.”
Xiao Xie He bared his teeth, revealing sharp shark teeth.
Indicating that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with either.
The little girl with the blunt bangs rolled her eyes.
She pointed to the deep pit in the wall.
“See that?” the little girl said, “The painting ghost smashed it.”
Xiao Xie He: “…”
Xiao Xie He stared at the huge pit in the wall, then looked incredulously at the beautiful and fragile black-haired youth on the bed, who seemed like porcelain.
He felt his beliefs collapsing.