Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Complain Complain
The opening of maze privilege will be in a week.
Bai Youwei believes that all the players who are ready will make their way through the maze as soon as they can, because only the first batch of players who manage to pass through can receive 5 puzzle pieces.
Also, the maze is a way to improve physical strength, so it’s a vital opportunity for the king and his subjects.
Yan Qingwen is preparing to take Lu Yuwen, Su Man, and Zhu Shu with him, and they’ve been packing since early in the morning.
Su Man’s parents and Li Li have all come to see them off, and Zhu Shu is pretty popular in the base, so quite a number of people from the evaluation and security teams have arrived as well.
A group of people are laughing and bidding farewell to each other, it’s lively all around.
Things are much quieter over at Bai Youwei’s.
That’s because Shen Mo went to see his father last night. Given the dangerous nature of the maze, it’s quite understandable that he wanted to say goodbye to his family, but Bai Youwei has been waiting for him for a really long time, and he only came back at noon.
Is he only going to return after lunch?
She has things on her mind and seems listless, even Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin are trying not to disturb her,
Just then Fu Miaoxue sneaks into her room, half-sticking out from the half-open door and gesturing to Bai Youwei, “Hey, do you want to know where your boyfriend is?”
Bai Youwei frowns, “Fu Miaoxue, what are you up to?”
“Come quick, hurry!” Fu Miaoxue urged.
Bai Youwei slides her wheelchair over hesitantly, “What is going on…”
Fu Miaoxue: “You will see when we get there.”
She takes Bai Youwei down in the elevator to the conference room.
Du Lai is guarding the entrance to the conference room.
“How’s things? Is he still inside?” Fu Miaoxue asked, a little excited as she sidled up to Du Lai.
Du Lai nodded quietly, handed her a pair of earphones.
Fu Miaoxue accepted it and promptly put an earbud in Bai Youwei’s ear.
Bai Youwei was taken aback, then she heard Shen Mo’s voice from the earphone—
“… If we’re talking about suitability, I’d wager none of us here is completely suitable. She can become the king not because she’s suitable, but because she wants to.”
“So she can do whatever she wants just because she wants to? Sir, I admit, she’s very clever, but is she really fit to lead this team? … I think she’s myopic and over-ambitious, willing to do anything to achieve her goals, with no regard for other people’s lives. Having her as our king will cause us trouble sooner or later.” This was Ya Chaohui’s voice.
Bai Youwei was vaguely aware.
… Is this a covert report? She should’ve known that Fang Yu’s death would have left Ya Chaohui filled with resentment, sure enough, he bears a grudge.
Then she heard Shen Mo say, “We’re talking about two different things … I understand that Fang Yu’s death has left you in a rut. If you don’t , you can stay behind tomorrow, you don’t have to force yourself to enter the maze with us …”
Bai Youwei was agitated, she took the earphones off and cast a cold glance at Fu Miaoxue, “Does stirring trouble gives you an immense satisfaction?”
“Absolutely, it does~” Fu Miaoxue tilted her head and smiled, “I’m quite vindictive, whoever annoys me, I’ll make them a hundred times more miserable! How about that? Are you feeling upset? Wronged? Want to cry?”
“Psychopath!” Bai Youwei threw the earphone, intending to leave. She didn’t want Shen Mo to find her eavesdropping outside, it was simply degrading!
Fu Miaoxue chased after her from behind, grabbed the handle of her wheelchair, and whispered in her ear, “Bai Youwei, the biggest difference between you and me is, Du Lai only has me, but how many people are behind Shen Mo? Have you ever counted? Can you handle all of them? Can you make them all accept you?”
“I don’t need to.” Bai Youwei’s voice was icy; her eyes stared straight ahead, “I don’t need anyone to accept me.”
She slid her wheelchair away.
Du Lai helplessly walked over to Fu Miaoxue and sighed, “Feel better now?”
“Somewhat~” Fu Miaoxue haughtily hmphed, “Who asked her to call me a cripple.”