Chapter 180 Chapter 180 The birthday party is coming, Dad, birthday...
This can indeed be said to be a miracle.
They looked at the room full of balloons and the little pups sitting among them and helping to sort them out.
I just felt my cheeks were so sore——
People are a little short of oxygen due to the wind.
Finally, at the very end, someone asked a very meaningful question.
"Why don't we use a pump?"
The surroundings were silent, stagnant, and finally became a little confused.
Yeah...why don't they use a pump?
"Actually, I tried."
Chen Chen scratched his head, interrupting Jiang Fei and the other man's frustration.
"But no."
"Any balloon you use here will eventually pop, no matter how much air you pump into it."
Chen Chen spoke slowly.
"It doesn't matter if it's the balloon we blow up."
Jiang Fei: ...
"Your description makes it easy for people to think I'm a beast of burden."
Chen Chen looked at the balloons in the room and smiled for the first time.
"Don't think so, you are indeed."
There was a hint of helplessness on his face.
And Anmi has prepared everything.
He sketched it on paper.
This is what the top floor will look like later.
He also has a cake that he made with the chef, and he will pick it up later.
As for his father, the little cub took advantage of the producer uncle and successfully sent Fu Gan away.
Fu Gan was not here until tonight.
I heard that the main system has been very active recently, and it seems that there are some unusual movements in these worlds.
An Mi didn't understand, but it seemed to be a serious matter. Even Xie Ning, who originally wanted to go with An Mi, was dragged away.
"Okay, Number Five and I will go get the cake—"
Little Anmi raised her little hand high.
"Then you wait here for me while we go up to the tenth floor to get ready!"
"Okay, okay."
The last day.
Haha, who would have thought.
The dreaded Komisuya Hotel eventually became a hotel for celebrating fathers’ birthdays.
At the same time, several large copy bosses are gathering together.
Xie Ning had been quite honest in the Komi Suya Hotel, following Anmi. Only when those three old foxes died did he get involved, making them think they had seen ghosts.
Surrounded by people at this moment, he looked a little depressed.
It's meaningless.
It’s more interesting to watch Anmi play.
The little spider also jumped out and expressed his agreement.
Of course.
As the boss of one of the three new dungeons.
Xie Ning is still very eye-catching.
After a brief discussion of the current situation, several people's eyes fell on Xie Ning.
"Come to think of it, this is the first time we've met, right?"
Xie Ning responded casually.
"The dispute over Shengjing Apartments has just ended."
Obviously, he won.
"It's really strange. The strongest bosses selected in the three dungeons should be selected at about the same time, so why is it so long since it was selected in Shengjing Apartment?"
"Because there are too many ghosts in Shengjing Apartment——"
Xie Ning looked up, and his expressionless little face smiled quickly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"It should have been chosen, but the original candidate seems to have disappeared, so the main system temporarily pulled me in to save the situation."
Xie Ning himself does not belong to Shengjing Apartment.
He came from a more remote area.
It was a worm valley.
However, the copy itself is very large, and to some extent it is related to Shengjing Apartment. The ghosts living in Shengjing Apartment include NPCs who once came from the Worm Valley.
So it was only natural that the main system was called in to save the situation in the end.
"As for why it took so long?"
Xie Ning spoke casually.
"There's a crazy woman in Shengjing Apartment. She tells everyone she meets that her child is hers. She says she lost two children—"
"She's still talking about regrets and all that nonsense. Shengjing Apartment is a complete mess because of her."
Xie Ning smiled.
"It sounds ridiculous to me, but this guy stayed in Shengjing Apartment for too long and has considerable influence, so I really put in a lot of effort."
The producer from No. 1 Middle School sat nearby, listening to these words casually.
This is a temporary meeting space.
Provided by the main system, it is like a transit station owned by players.
Although there are only three S-level copies.
However, there are still quite a few A-level copies, and with the increase in the number of players and the number of copies performed, everything is constantly increasing.
It is lively here, but also quiet here.
The producer was wearing a white coat and looked very polite.
He glanced at Fu Gan who was sitting silently next to him.
This guy seems to be distracted.
The producer thought of his son's lofty ambitions again.
His expression suddenly became a little subtle.
"Is your side almost finished?"
"hold head high."
Fu Gan responded casually.
He was frowning, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"I heard we've reached the end of the Komisuya Hotel dungeon? And there are only three people left?"
The producer's voice was low.
There was hardly anyone around to hear.
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This is really confusing.
After all, given this guy's personality, these ten people should have been wiped out on the third or fourth day.
How come there are still three people left?
"Is it because your cub likes it?"
But I heard from Anmi that the players he found helped him a lot.
"Um?"
Fu Gan came back to his senses, seemed to think for a moment, and then shook his head casually.
"That's not the main problem."
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
"Players and NPCs are indeed different. Didn't I discuss this with you before? Some things need to change. Relying solely on the old ways won't work."
Producer: ...
That’s right.
Your little one is now commanding players to celebrate your birthday. Isn't that a big change? And it's not the same as before.
Let’s talk about this.
The producer asked again in a low voice.
"Your cub is still so lively?"
"If you're not careful, the tiles will fall off the roof."
Fu Gan's voice seemed a little helpless, but there was clearly a smile at the corner of his lips.
"He's causing a lot of trouble for the entire hotel. The hotel manager is worried all day about how this guy doesn't appreciate his efforts at all and even complains to me."
"but--"
Fu Gan's voice suddenly became dull.
"Even our food delivery robot, that kid over there, and one of my hotel employees all had wreaths made by the little guy, but the little guy didn't think of his father."
Little bastard!
The producer couldn't help but smile.
Very good, it seems completely unaware.
"Is it almost over? I'm in a hurry to go back. Tonight is the last day, and I still have things to do."
Fu Gan never took his birthday seriously, or rather, he never expected that anyone would remember his birthday.
He just kept looking at the time, looking a little anxious.
"I'm a little busy here."
What are you busy with over there?
The producer couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Then he glanced at the time.
There were still about twenty minutes left before the delay time agreed upon between the cub and him.
In fact, the boss is not allowed to leave during the dungeon.
Including Xie Ning who went in earlier.
Logically speaking, there is no way out.
But precisely because of the slight changes in the entire infinite flow world in recent days, all bosses have noticed that the main system has been jumping up and down and trying to revive, and even the constraints of the rules seem to have been relaxed a little.
This is how today's meeting came about.
Although a group of bosses had some complaints about Fu Gan's behavior.
They felt that the Komi Suya Hotel, as an S-level copy, did not kill all the players, but the group did not dare to show it in front of Fu Gan.
The producer can only rack his brains.
"Hey, hey—I just heard you talking about your cub, let me see it—"
"What?"
Fu Gan looked at the producer warily.
"What are you looking at?"
"You should have pictures of your cubs, right?"
Fu Gan didn't quite understand this guy's train of thought.
To be exact, he never understood it.
Logically, this guy is not interested in anything.
He likes doing business, making things, and collecting all kinds of rare materials.
It was the first time that Fu Gan saw him so interested in other aspects.
In the end, I was pestered until the end.
The producer was originally just a stopgap measure.
He really wanted to see what the little guy looked like.
But in reality, that's just the way it is.
Just watching it, I became addicted.
The main thing is, do you want to take a look at what you are filming? !
A cub standing on a water tank?
A little doll with a small head popping out from the ceiling?
It turns out your baby jumping up and down is not an adjective, but a verb!
The other side.
Anmi has arranged everything.
The players had just returned to their residence from the tenth floor, and were nervously waiting for the final moment.
Only at this time did the producer let go of Fu Gan.
Xie Ning also came back.
He quickly went up to the tenth floor to find Anmi.
Fu Gan turned around and went to the rooms of these players.
The players haven't reacted yet to what's happening.
I just breathed a sigh of relief, but my cheek still hurts terribly.
They were dragged out one by one by Fu Gan.
What the hell?
What are you going to do now?
"Boss——"
Jiang Fei had lost his temper a long time ago. He tried to hold it back twice, but still couldn't hold it back.
"Why don't you just go upstairs? What are you doing here?"
Logically speaking, this guy should have gone upstairs early to see the birthday surprise prepared for him by his cub.
How do you have the time and leisure to take care of them?
As for Fu Gan's appearance and condition at the moment——
Twisted tentacles loomed in the darkness.
Countless scarlet eyes blinked and then closed, observing their every move in 360 degrees.
It was a terrifying scene.
But the three of them just felt tired—mostly numb.
Let you try blowing balloons for a day!
Can you please give me a definite answer whether I'm dead or alive?
Let's not be like this where we can't die and can't live—
"What does it have to do with you?"
Fu Gan spoke slowly and coldly.
He took the three players to the tenth floor.
This is an area that players should be prohibited from entering.
He walked forward.
The clock struck twelve.
The bells in the hotel rang again and again.
His footsteps followed the sound of the bell and arrived at the door of the room.
The little tentacle moved slightly to the side, hiding the three players it was carrying out of sight.
Fu Gan raised his hand and pushed the door open.
It was dark inside the room.
But the next moment, the lights came on and ribbons came towards them.
Something else jumped down from the cabinet next to it.
Something was also put on the top of the head.
Fu Gan's originally serious and indifferent expression suddenly became confused.
There was a soft little ball in my arms.
The emerald green eyes were like gemstones, blinking - "Happy birthday, Dad!"
Totally unexpected, yet so—heartwarming.
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