Xingtie: Starting from the Cloud Five period

"Cooperate on what? Are you dreaming about playing video games?"

A question drifted over from the side.

Another voice said sarcastically, "Of course, the concept of man and sword becoming one has even emerged."

Jiang Yuan turned his head to look at the sound.

The people he saw when he came back are all sitting around him now, in a circle.

They weren't surrounding him, but surrounding something else.

Other...people?

Jiang Yuan's steady hand trembled slightly uncontrollably during the battle.

I thought the ominous feeling was because I almost got stuck in a "dream".

Now it seems that this was something that happened after I regained consciousness...?

“You,” he began slowly, “are blocking what?”

Bai Heng, who was standing at the front, winked at him: "You should have noticed, right?"

Jiang Yuan was reluctant to admit it.

but.

"How could my dear brother not recognize me?"

The person walked out of the crowd on their own.

The blonde girl gave him a joyful smile: "Right?"

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but close his eyes briefly.

Sure enough, his beloved sister had arrived.

"How did you come?"

"Guess?" Ying tilted her head.

Jiang Yuan could roughly guess.

'system.'

〔bite.〕

[This time it's not this system.]

[At least not entirely.]

Besides the system, there could be... oh, maybe there really is.

'The one next door?'

〔Yes.〕

"Brother," Ying leaned closer, "your sister is right in front of you, but you're just spacing out?"

Even though she could clearly see what Jiang Yuan was doing, she deliberately pretended not to have guessed.

Jiang Yuan glanced behind her.

One by one, the onlookers silently left the room.

When they met Jiang Yuan's gaze, they waved to him.

Bai Heng, who was walking at the back, mouthed something to him.

It's probably something like: Have a good talk with your sister.

Jiang Yuan silently continued to meet Ying's gaze, and heard his younger sister say something similar.

"Alright, we should have a proper talk now, brother."

……

Outside.

No one went far away.

People were either standing at the door or clinging to it.

Different actions, same goal.

They were all trying to hear what was happening in the room.

"Did you hear that, Danfeng?" Bai Heng asked expectantly.

"No." Danfeng stood gracefully to the side, her ears twitching slightly. "Why do you think I can hear you?"

Bai Heng pointed to his ears: "Because you have pointed ears?"

Qiong raised her hand: "Did Bai Heng, the one with fox ears, hear that?"

"Hmph, of course I—" Bai Heng put his hands on his hips, "I didn't hear a thing."

"Help!" March 7th sighed. "I really don't want to become a tsukkomi (straight man) like my neighbor."

Dan Heng chuckled: "The fact that you say that proves you've become a master of witty remarks."

March 7th had to admit this: "With people like you around, it's too difficult for me not to do this."

Dan Heng's lips continued to curve upwards as he gestured an invitation to her.

"Please begin your rant."

Qiong instantly understood, provided a voiceover for Danheng's actions, and pulled Sunday, who was standing further away and seemed genuinely uninterested, to do the same.

On Sunday, she glanced at him, her lips moved, but she ultimately didn't say anything under his suggestive gaze.

In fact, you can tell what Danheng meant even without dubbing.

"I refuse. It would be pointless to bring it up again after the atmosphere of complaining has passed."

Qiong clapped her hands with delight: "Good, well said."

I hesitated for a moment on Sunday and didn't do anything.

"So you can take anything I say as a complaint, right?!"

This time, the applause came from the other side.

Bai Heng winked at March 7: "Is this finally a rant?"

"...Shall we stop discussing what happened inside the room?"

"Oh right!" Bai Heng's eyes widened. "Then, can anyone hear what's going on inside?"

No one nodded, and no one heard it.

So what should we do? Of course, we should keep thinking of ways.

Qiong pressed her ear against the crack in the door, straining to hear: "Hey, hiss, wow."

March 7th looked at him with a skeptical look, pressed him down a little, and leaned closer: "Hmm, eh, ho!"

She and Qiong descended a short distance, while simultaneously gesturing for Danheng and Sunday to come closer to look.

Dan Heng reluctantly approached her, and casually pulled her onto Sunday.

Dan Heng listened intently and said, "Ah."

Sunday's ear twitched, and she slowly turned her head: "...cough."

Bai Heng stood to the side watching their performance: "Strange, why does this scene seem somewhat familiar?"

“I feel the same way.” Danfeng nodded. “Perhaps it’s because other people have done this kind of thing before.”

"Who could it be?" Bai Heng pretended to ponder. "I can't believe it."

"Fine, I'll reluctantly go along with them, otherwise it'll be too boring."

She has a lot of experience with this.

She looked kindly at the train team of three or four people in this world—Jiang Yuan once said that no matter how many people there are, a team can be called a three-person team, whether the three people here refer to the number of people or the name.

Bai Heng moved closer and positioned himself on top of the three-person team.

Upon listening, I could indeed hear some noise.

She suddenly leaned back: "Good heavens, what was that noise!"

If the behavior of the first four little ones seemed too deliberate.

Bai Heng's reaction was made all the more real by their contrast, and it seemed like a natural performance.

Ying Xing commented: "Not bad, your acting skills have improved a lot compared to the past."

"That's because my reaction was genuine, not an act." Bai Heng turned around. "Come and listen to me."

Jingliu praised, "The acting is more realistic now."

Jing Yuan feigned interest: "Sister Bai Heng doesn't seem to be faking it this time."

“You are,” Ying Xing said briefly.

"Alright." Jing Yuan, feeling helpless, took advantage of his height being taller than Bai Heng and stepped over the five people. "Let me listen. Yes, there really is movement."

It's one thing if one or two people perform like this, but it's still suspicious when there are three or four.

But now that six people have said this, the veracity of their statements is questionable.

Before Potio could even ask questions, the group of people pressed against the door leaned forward.

Add one more scenario that inevitably occurs when eavesdropping on people's conversations at the door.

The door suddenly opened.

The group of people who did not hear the door open reacted quickly enough and stood firm in place.

They were greeted by the loud clicking of cameras.

Jiang Yuan held up his phone and pointed it at them, making sure to turn on the flash.

"Wow, this scene is really interesting."

Along with his voice, a loud singing voice rang out—

"From Huanalana to Opikelai,"

"The earth's veins record your legendary epic forever and ever!"

The singer's voice bears a striking resemblance to the voice of the white-haired figure at the top of the photo.

Bai Heng looked up: "Jing Yuan, you have a very loud voice."

Jing Yuan smiled and lowered his head: "Bai Heng, you sang quite well too."

It turns out that there were indeed sounds coming from the room door earlier.

It was the song Jiang Yuan was playing.

The six people who had formed the new Jenga naturally spread out and looked at Jiang Yuan and behind him.

"Looks the same as before, hasn't he warmed up his skills?"

"But isn't someone missing from the room?"