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Chapter 277 - 277: Everyone Has Gone Crazy, Wicked Si Fuqing

The four of them stopped their conversation and looked up as the girl entered.

Dressed in light blue denim shorts that showcased her long, straight legs, and a simple white t-shirt that revealed a slender waist.

The waiter that led her in left and closed the door.

Removing her mask and sunglasses, she let out a breath, “Whew, I was suffocating in that. Hey, what’s with those looks?”

She turned to face the four pairs of eyes fixed on her.

The room fell into a stunned silence so profound that not even breathing could be heard.

Mighty Dark leaped up, his pupils dilating in shock, “You, you, you… you’re that, that…’

The Director smacked him on the back. “Can you, can you even talk properly?!”

Fu*k.

Now he was stammering too.

“Wow, Serene Delight, let me give you a hug,” Si Fuqing stepped forward cheerfully. “You have such a great figure, no wonder you’re the dream of so many straight guys, I like you too!”

Serene Delight stood frozen, gazing at the girl who was half a head taller than her, taking in the scent of cool woody rose emanating from Si Fuqing.

Her brain fizzled and popped like fireworks, completely overwhelmed.

Even Upon Brocade, usually the most silent one, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.

“You’re Si Fuqing!” Mighty Dark finally managed to say, his voice tinged with hysteria. “The Divine Beauty of Great Xia Serene Delight just mentioned?!”

There she was, standing right in front of them.

It was as if they had summoned her by talking about her.

The Divine Beauty of Great Xia, the pinnacle of the entertainment industry.

“You were talking about me?” Si Fuqing asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why did I come up all of a sudden?”

Serene Delight, still dazed, replied, “Because I wanted to go see you perform at the Youth With You live show…”

No need.

She was right here.

In her arms.

Serene Delight felt like she was in a dream.

“I see,” Si Fuqing sat down. “I’ve already reserved tickets for you all, don’t worry.”

The silence continued.

After a long pause, the Director tried to regain his composure, “When did we establish our society again?”

“It’s been almost seven years,” Qing Huan struggled to respond. “I can’t remember the exact date, but it’s been a long time.”

Almost seven years ago.

Si Fuqing had just turned eighteen not long ago.

That meant when they founded their society… Mighty Dark, in shock, exclaimed, “You really were a minor back then!”

Si Fuqing paused, then sighed, “Actually, I…”

Died for three years and came back to life.

Even the Supernatural Management Bureau probably hadn’t encountered such a case.

She didn’t want to be chased for miles again.

“Little Deer, it’s not that we doubt you, but your age is really unbelievable,” the Director said seriously. “How about this, do you remember the initiation test when you joined the society? Let’s test you again.”

Serene Delight immediately suggested, “You have to do the hardest one, use five different voices to say a sentence each.”

“Exactly!” Mighty Dark clenched his fist. “What if you’re an imposter?”

“Easy,” Si Fuqing said, touching her chin and then speaking in a deep male voice, “This damned Director always thinks about deducting my money. I need to save for a wife, but with you treating me like this, I curse you to be single for life.”

The Director choked.

Da Hei quickly raised his hand in panic, “I didn’t say that!”

Even if he was discontent with the stingy Director, he wouldn’t dare voice his true thoughts.

He indeed needed to save for a wife.

Si Fuqing’s gaze then fell on Upon Brocade, and she effortlessly switched to a cool, indifferent voice, “Upon Brocade, I’ve really liked you for a long time. Pay attention to me, pleaseeee?”

Upon Brocade’s face turned beet red, his eyes darting uncertainly towards Serene Delight.

Serene Delight, pressing down on Si Fuqing’s shoulders, took a deep breath, “Please, don’t use my voice to say that sort of thing. It’s cringey. I would never say something like that.”

“Oh,” Si Fuqing turned to the Director, about to speak.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Anticipating Si Fuqing’s imitation, the Director quickly interjected, “Enough, I believe you. You’re forbidden from using our voices.”

Such ease in mimicking others’ voices was a skill unique to Homeward Deer.

They even wondered if Si Fuqing was part of some intelligence organization.

This was beyond the capability of a voice actor.

More like a spy.

“I give up,” Mighty Dark leaned back in his chair, defeated. “I was almost twenty when I joined the society, and I lost to a twelve-year-old girl.”

He slumped into a corner, drawing circles in self-pity.

“Don’t feel bad,” the Director consoled. “You compare yourself with others, but what’s the point in comparing with Little Deer? She’s not human..”