Upon hearing Duan Chao's words, a young man in his early twenties with acne-covered skin, pale complexion, and dark circles under his eyes looked up, took the money, glanced at the two men, and said, "Numbers 45 and 46, move inside. I'll let you know if anyone comes, so you'd better hurry up and leave, understand?"
Standing at the door, Ger suddenly realized: at that time, it seemed that the regulations on minors going to internet cafes were not so strict, so they just dealt with it when someone came to check.
"Get me one too." Ger took out some money from his pocket and handed it over.
"Are you an adult? If you are, show me your ID." The young man glanced at Ger and asked. Ger's current appearance was that of his eighteen-year-old self from his previous life, which was why the internet cafe manager was asking if he was an adult.
If they are already adults, they should naturally register, so that it will save them some trouble.
Ger slowly extended his hand, and at the same time, a card-like object slowly took shape in Ger's hand. When Ger raised his hand to be level with the bar counter, an ID card had already appeared in Ger's hand.
"Number 26. If you need anything, just call me again." The network administrator handed the ID card back to Ge'er without looking up.
But Gerl suspected that if problems arose and he contacted them, Gerl would likely solve everything by shutting down and restarting the computer.
He turned on his computer, randomly picked a TV series from the internet, and then used his consciousness to remotely sense the situation at Wei Nianlin's location.
A moment later, as if he had discovered something strange, Ger raised an eyebrow, a look of bewilderment appearing on his face.
At machine number 45, Wei Nianlin opened his messaging app and sent a message to the group chat, which immediately went viral.
"The vice president has finally arrived! Hooray!"
"Vice President, what have you been up to these past few days?"
"I'm new here, and I'm so envious of the vice president. He was actually saved by the white-robed wizard."
"Did he go to see the white-robed wizard again? Tell us quickly."
"I envy the vice president..."
Ding dong, ding dong, a barrage of messages exploded in the group chat.
Wei Nianlin raised his eyebrows slightly, his face full of pride and joy. He was even shaking involuntarily because of his pride, and he raised his head slightly.
Yes, he is the vice president of the Jinling City White-Robed Wizard Supporters Association.
Two years ago, his parents went to the United States on business and took him with them. One day during the day, while his parents were out, a fire broke out in the hotel where he was staying. When he was surrounded by the thick flames, a white-robed wizard saved him.
And this scene happened to be recorded by someone nearby, so he was lucky enough to get a virtual photo with the white-robed wizard. From then on, he became a member of the white-robed wizard's fan club.
Even though his expression was full of terror at the time, he still had a video of being rescued by the white-robed wizard. With this video, he successfully climbed step by step to the position of vice president of the Jinling City White-Robed Wizard Support Association.
Thinking of this, Wei Nianlin took out his phone and played the video again.
That's the scene depicting the white-robed wizard using chaos magic to rescue him from the eighth floor of the hotel. The photographer, standing behind Geer, crouched down to get a better shot, so the white-robed wizard's figure and his descent from the eighth floor are clearly visible.
Not far away, Ger was both relieved and puzzled—he had actually saved Wei Nianlin? He had no recollection of it at all.
Just then, someone in the group sent another message: "Vice President, tomorrow is the time for everyone's offline gathering. Are you sure you can get the white-robed wizard to come and see us?"
Upon seeing this message, Wei Nianlin's smug expression vanished, replaced by a troubled one.
Once, he bragged to his fan club members that after he was rescued, he had obtained the white-robed wizard's contact information. The others didn't believe him, so Wei Nianlin finally said that the white-robed wizard could come to their first offline gathering.
Such a confident statement immediately convinced others, and the matter escalated until even supporters from other cities found out, trying every means to sneak into their offline gathering to see the white-robed wizard in person.
This incident caused quite a stir within the fan club, to the point that members of the Jinling City White-Robed Wizard Fan Club spoke arrogantly to members of other fan clubs online.
After all, that was a white-robed wizard who had never shown his face outside of rescue scenes!
Another ding-dong sounded, and a message appeared on the computer screen in front of Wei Nianlin: "Vice President, you're not lying to all of us, are you?"
Caught in a dilemma, Wei Nianlin gritted his teeth, immediately stood up and typed: "How is that possible? I've already contacted the white-robed wizard, and he said he'll definitely come tomorrow."
Then, Wei Nianlin immediately changed the subject: "Has anything happened these past few days?"
"What? Someone's actually badmouthing us white-robed wizards? Send us the link, let's go and give them a piece of our mind."
"What trash, trying to scam us white-robed wizards?"
"A few more people are impersonating white-robed wizards. Heh, I've seen these kinds of people countless times. There's nothing new about them."
"..."
A dozen minutes later, Wei Nianlin finally put down the keyboard, leaned back against the backrest, and then a distressed expression appeared on his face.
Where will he conjure a white-robed wizard from tomorrow?
The messages on the messaging app kept popping up, but Wei Nianlin didn't glance at them again until the computer screen switched to the lock screen. Only then did Wei Nianlin sigh deeply and walk out of the supermarket with a worried expression.
Meanwhile, the student next to him was typing so fast his fingers were almost blurry on the keyboard that he didn't even notice that he had left the internet cafe.
As Ger watched Wei Nianlin's conversation, he felt that the world was so strange that he could hardly believe it—he had followed Peter to do good deeds and had unintentionally saved his parents' son in this life, and this "brother" had even become the vice president of his support group in Jinling City.
"However, it seems this underling told a rather significant lie." Watching Wei Nianlin slowly walk away, Ge Er murmured to himself, smiled, and then left his seat to follow him.
Since he was his parents' son in this life, he could also be considered his "younger brother." Since they had this connection, he would help his "younger brother" this once.
After all, it was just a small favor.
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