Facing Qi Yuan's questioning, Airplane Head Man was stunned and didn't say a word.
Airplane Head Man's subordinates also tensed their expressions and lowered their heads solemnly.
"If you gotta fart, then fart. If you gotta say something, then speak up. What's with all the hemming and hawing?" Hong Feiheng said irritably as he pulled at his collar.
If it wasn't for Uncle Yu specifically sending a message emphatically telling him not to reveal his abilities, he would've just beat up this Airplane Head Man directly.
Of course, the most important reason was that he knew he couldn't win against him.
Qi Yuan waited a few minutes but still didn't get a response. He was just starting to get impatient and was about to just leave, when he suddenly remembered this guy doesn't understand Dragon Country Language.
So he took out his phone, input the text to convert it into Sakura Island Language, and played the AI-synthesized voice out loud.
The emotionless female AI voice rang out.
Finally, Airplane Head Man showed a reaction. His pupils contracted and two lines of clear tears flowed down.
Seeing Airplane Head Man's reaction, all of his subordinates cried out exaggeratedly.
"Boss, pull yourself together!"
"All men have another bloom to chase after!"
"Even though boss, you don't have a chance to chase after the Priestess anymore, you still have us with you!"
The one who said that last line was punched down. Someone came over angrily and roared,
"Ming Tarou! Don't you know how to read the situation before you speak? Read the situation!"
"S-Sorry..." Ming Tarou put his hands together and apologized repeatedly.
...
"Look, Kyoko-chan. That group of foreigners suddenly stopped walking."
The young Sakura Island woman with exquisitely done nails gently pulled her companion's sleeve and secretly pointed at the direction of the priest.
"Eh, why are you still looking at them..."
The pulled companion also looked over.
Those few foreigners were standing at the end of the street, just like her friend said.
Her friend hooked Kyoko's arm.
"Let's go over and see what happened!"
"Ah? That would be so rude..."
"Come on, aren't you curious what happened?"
While she said that, with just a gentle push from her friend, Kyoko started walking over unable to stop herself. Sakura Islanders wouldn't have that custom of always wanting to watch if manga works didn't have to keep drawing so many background panels.
Other people's conversations with Kyoko were largely similar as well.
Unknowingly, a large group of onlookers gathered, walking towards the direction of the street's end.
Seeing so many people walking over, those who didn't know what's going on also followed along.
By the time the first batch squeezed their way to the front to see what's going on over there, someone exclaimed loudly.
"What a handsome man! Ah, no...it's the second-ranked delinquent king!"
Those at the back couldn't see what's in front, but hearing the person in front yell out "delinquent king", they also started shouting.
"Delinquent king!"
"Delinquent king!"
The crowd's shouts woke up Airplane Head Man. He painfully grabbed his head and knelt on the ground, crying out loud.
"L-Lost...total defeat..."
"Fujwara-san...I can't give you happiness..."
The previously passionate crowd instantly went silent, unable to believe their ears with their mouths wide open.
The amount of information in those two lines was a bit too huge, so much that they even forgot to yell out "Ehhhhh?!".
After a long while, their brains which got overloaded from the shock managed to catch up.
"The delinquent king actually lost, I can't believe it!"
"Who is that very handsome man?"
"Is Fujwara-san referring to the priestess...?"
"I remember now, I heard a very handsome Dragon Country man came to Sakura Island. Don't tell me it's him?!"
"No way, the second-ranked delinquent king even lost not to one of the Nine Seats. Our Sakura Island is that useless?"
Qi Yuan rubbed his forehead, feeling extremely helpless over Airplane Head Man who's kneeling on the ground.
Between strangers, there's no need to be so overly courteous.
If you act like this, how could I just ignore you?
"So what happened?"
Qi Yuan synthesized the speech again using software and played it out loud.
Before Airplane Head Man could speak, his subordinates all started accusing.
"You snatched away the Priestess. You're not even allowing our boss to feel heartbroken?"
"Don't you feel the slightest bit ashamed?"
"Our boss loved the Priestess wholeheartedly!"
The melon-eating onlookers sucked in a breath of cold air. Their goddess is getting snatched away!
What big news!
That despicable Dragon Country person actually used his handsome looks!
Just as Qi Yuan was completely puzzled,
Ming Tarou stood out.
"Everyone calm down, he doesn't understand!"
The agitated subordinates instantly deflated. They don't understand Dragon Country Language either...
In that instant, the atmosphere on scene became a bit awkward.
Someone squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers. Sweat dripping all over him, he kept bowing and nodding.
"Delinquent King-sama, why didn't you bring me along?"
Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed over by the subordinates.
This translator came at just the right time!
The translator had great difficulty analyzing out the key contents from the subordinates' angry rebukes.
The Priestess got snatched away by this Dragon Country person!
Clutching his chest, he almost couldn't catch his breath from shock.
Qi Yuan and Hong Feiheng looked on coldly at this farce unfolding.
They had nothing to do with all this sensation and excitement.
Suddenly, the delinquent king forcefully stood up, eyes moist as he looked fiercely at Qi Yuan.
"For Fujwara Aka-san's sake, let's have a decisive duel between men!"
"Prove to me that you can properly take care of her!"
Hearing those words made the translator's heart ache as he deeply empathized.
Priestess...is really going to leave Sakura Island?
He swiftly translated the contents. It was all raw emotion without any skill.
Qi Yuan and the other two frowned as they listened for a long time before finally understanding what was said.
Hong Feiheng got more and more twitchy hearing it.
Hasn't this guy been with him the entire time?
When did he go seduce some priestess?
Qi Yuan was also very puzzled. This didn't align with the usual patterns he knew.
In high school, he'd often get blocked like this. But what those male students ended up saying was always "Good bro, I'll go tell that girl to stop dreaming while awake."
"Sorry, may I ask what happened exactly?"
Qi Yuan sincerely reflected but couldn't find anything different from before.
In both cases, it was just saying a couple sentences without properly getting to know the other party. How did it jump to Fujwara Aka seeming to be entrusted to him already?
He thought it over back and forth but couldn't find anything misleading he did.
Hearing those words, the translator covered his chest again.
He felt the pain of a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
Turns out Priestess Fujwara Aka was harboring one-sided love!
The translator conveyed the contents to the delinquent king in a voice choked with sobs. The melon-eating onlookers all pricked up their ears to eavesdrop.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Priestess...sob sob..."
"How could this be?"
After the delinquent king heard it, he flew into a mighty rage. He clenched his fists tightly.
Seeing that, his subordinates all hugged onto his four limbs, persuading the delinquent king to calm down.
"Even if it's someone Priestess Fujwara Aka truly likes, you still can't insult her feelings like this!"
"You didn't feel moved at all by her surging, burning hot affection?"
"Priestess Fujwara Aka specially went to the airport to receive you. That pretentious suit guy told me everything."
The delinquent king yelled loudly to the point his voice turned hoarse, and the veins on his temples bulged violently.
Too...too tragic...
All the melon-eating onlookers in the venue heard those shouts. They shed tears for how humble their goddess was, and all looked reproachfully at Qi Yuan.
Hmph, no way!
Qi Yuan was stunned silly. His mind totally numbed.
At one point, he thought this Airplane Head Man was just acting out a play with him, but he discovered with psychic intuition that the other party genuinely believed so...
Moreover, as Airplane Head Man spoke, he internally sympathized with Fujwara Aka over the two or three things she did for Qi Yuan, proving those events certainly happened.
This was really strange and bizarre.
Prior to coming to Sakura Island, he didn't even know who Fujwara Aka was.
Unless Fujwara Aka has a thing for handsome guys, otherwise there's no way to explain this.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
