Chapter 7 Second Choice (II)

Zhang Dong grimaced unhappily, seemingly regretful that he had failed in his pretence, and reached out to Lin Yan: “You’re the one who brought the most fun this time, go ahead.”

Lin Yan straightens his torn suit, lifts his glasses and looks calm as usual as he straightens his back and walks slowly and deliberately to the merchandise area.

The flower-armed punk who remained in place had a complicated look on his face at the moment.

The five men who followed Lin Yan were now three dead, and Lin Yan didn’t look the least bit sorry or vain, so even if he was not smart enough, he understood that this guy was using others as a gun.

What to do now?

He wouldn’t dare to trust Lin Yan, but he wouldn’t if he had to do it himself.

You know that the five of them would hand over any information they had internally to Lin Yan, who would then tell them the conclusion directly. Lin Yan did not reveal anything about the clues or the analysis process.

The flower-armed punk only thought Brother Lin was reliable at first, but now I think about it and want to give my naive and ignorant self a big slap in the face.

He squatted on the ground, simply that cold winter Little White …… may not be too white, then Little Hua dish it.

To match the scene, Luo drew a broken bowl in front of the flower-armed punk, which …… is sad to smell and tears to see.

Xiao Lan : “……”

You can’t be seen, you can’t be seen.

Seeing Xiao Lan’s strange face, as if she was holding something back, Zhao Xiaohe said worriedly, ” Brother Xiao, are you all right?”

“…… It’s fine.” Xiao Lan said, reaching in and flicking the envelope in his pocket, gesturing for Luo to stop.

Seeing his movements, Zhao Xiaohe seemed to understand something, and she whispered thoughtfully, “Why don’t you go to the toilet first before Lin Yan comes back?”

Xiao Lan who is suspected of having kidney problems : “……”

I’m not! I’m not! Don’t talk nonsense!

At that moment, Lin Yan came back and relieved the awkwardness of the moment, Xiao Lan looked at him with a kinder look, he had never looked better.

Looking at Xiao Lan’s eyes, Lin Yan was confused: What’s going on here? Is this guy trying to get under my skin?

Next, Lin Yan passed this hurdle without risk.

He chose a bar of soap and looked sure of himself. One could guess by the look on the face of the flower-armed punk at the moment that Lin Yan must have known some information, but had exclusive access to it without telling anyone else at all.

Keep the safe clues for yourself and take the dangerous and uncertain ones for others to try, a really good hearted boy I must say.

The next person chosen was the flower-armed punk, who gave Lin Yan a rookie look as if he wanted to say something, then touched his head, feeling that it still wasn’t ironic enough, and eventually left alone.

He had been going around the supermarket for a long time, picking up and putting down a number of shelves as he passed them, hesitant to make a decision. So long that the shopgirl had spoken up and warned, “No negative games, please!”

Finally shortly after the second warning, the flower-armed punk returned with a packet – of underwear – in hand.

It’s also an eight-pack, enough to change one a day, save up seven and throw them in the washing machine together, and still have one left on you.

Is this perhaps the same single-older-men-dios heart to heart? Maybe for some people this amount is enough for a month or two ……

But that’s not something Xiao Lan can relate to, because he can’t afford eight pairs of underwear, it’s too extravagant! What’s wrong with washing them every day?

The flamboyant punk nervously handed his underwear to the cashier, to which Zhang Dong gave a look of satisfaction, a choice that perfectly poked at his lazy heart.

He even attached a smile to the flower-armed punk, a beauty so hot that it almost didn’t make anyone pee.

Zhao Xiaohe also passed with flying colours.

Finally it was Xiao Lan’s turn.

Zhang Dong : “Don’t let me down, you’re one of the lucky ones I’ve got my eye on~”

But the look was clearly, I have designed your death for you, just waiting for you to come.

Xiao Lan walks towards the merchandise section of the supermarket, with a number of clues already in his head about Zhang Dong: middle-aged Dios, poor and lazy, perfunctory in his work, self-centred, obsessively confident in his own charms, and always full of unrealistic fantasies about the women around him.

Xiao Lan : “Since it’s a …… then that thing should ……”

Although there was a good chance that the boss would not hear him, Xiao Lan blurred the keywords to be on the safe side, in case he got angry.

[What are you looking for, sir?

Xiao Lan whispered, “Luo, can you help me compare the paper in the supermarket? The kind with low grade material and large packs, quality doesn’t matter.”

A man like Zhang Dong doesn’t mind if the paper is rough, even if it’s rough, it’s not as rough as he is.

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[Yes, sir]

Three seconds later.

[Turn left in front of you at the bottom of the sixth row of shelves, the average cost of material per gram is the lowest]

There are even thoughtful guide arrows marked on the ground.

Xiao Lan couldn’t help but stare.

The speed was so surprising that he thought it would be faster for two people to find it together than one, but Luo suddenly made a big move. It’s like when a friend who is supposed to do his summer homework together suddenly tells you that he’s done with mine.

There are five shelves of paper in this supermarket, each of which is divided into five levels, all filled with various brands of paper, packaged in completely different ways.

Luo was able to calculate the best match in less than three seconds, and Xiao Lan suddenly realised that he had perhaps accidentally tied himself to a very good guy.

When Xiao Lan did not say anything, Luo continued to write.

[Sorry sir, I’m a bit slow, I’m in a weakened state, I’ll be able to help you more if I recover]

WTF?! You’re telling me you’re weak at this speed? Can you solve Goldbach’s Conjecture in one second at full strength?

What class of being is this guy?

Xiao Lan recovered: “This has helped me a lot, really, you don’t have to apologise.”

[It was my pleasure]

Xiao Lan : “You said you were in a weakened state, do you remember why?”

[I don’t remember, it’s like my memory has been shattered and only fragments remain, of which there are no relevant memories]

Xiao Lan asked, “So how can I get you back?”

[Passing, sir. My instincts tell me that the more passes you take me through, the faster my powers will return]

“Okay, I’ll go for it.” Xiao Lan took a deep breath, now he was carrying both their lives on his shoulders, if he didn’t accidentally die, it would be two lives in one.

Blah blah blah, what a corpse! Why does it sound weird ……

Walking over to the shelf, it was a large packet of paper, enough to fill three layers inside and three layers outside the bed, even if it was enough for that every night until it peeled.

Xiao Lan goes up and pulls out a whole packet of paper with a gnawing, gutted man on it. Some people, even if they look like they’re not fit to be seen, actually have a dream of being a sophisticated boy inside.

Xiao Lan returns to the cashier with the paper and meets Zhang Dong’s regretful gaze.

Zhang Dong : “It’s rare to see such a poor young man, why don’t you stay with me?”

Xiao Lan : “Thank you, no need.” Brother, for these words, I’ll do my best to get through the game.

“Third choice.” Zhang Dong looked at the only four left, “Let’s play it another way, you can come straight to me with the find goodies.”

He smiled wistfully, “Even if it was something that originally belonged to someone else, as long as it belonged to you when it was given to me.”

At the sound of Zhao Xiaohe’s voice, her face went white; she had the lowest combat strength of the group.

Xiao Lan’s face is also heavy.

Lin Yan, on the other hand, looks like he’s got a lot of fighting power from that push he gave the couple girl earlier. I don’t know if he has the same skills as himself, or if the game itself gives physical enhancements.

Either one is a pain in the arse.

If it’s a skill, looking at how casually he uses it, the cooldown on that skill must be very short, so he can use it with impunity, whereas Xiao Lan’s [Poverty Can’t Limit My Imagination] is on a twenty-four hour cooldown.

If it’s physically enhanced, that means he can keep fighting all the time, and he’ll even do fighting skills, which is even more problematic.

And the only time Xiao Lan could keep up the fight with them was – five minutes.

The countdown starts again – 00:59:59.

The author has something to say.

Xiao Lan, a man so poor he’s almost out of trousers.

Luo : Sir, I’ll raise you.

Xiao Lan : You don’t have any trousers yourself, okay?

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