Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 82 Amateurish and Playful

Chongqing, located in the southwest, has a long history and numerous historical sites, including Longhu Mountain.

Chen Anran and Zhao Mengmeng arrived in the afternoon.

As soon as the flight landed, Chen Anran turned on her phone and immediately received a location message from Feng Xiaolu with only one simple message: "Come quickly!"

Upon seeing the location, Chen Ran couldn't help but frown.

"Green Leaf Internet Cafe?"

Before Chen Anran could figure out why her senior sister was at an internet cafe, Zhao Mengmeng asked, "Should we go to the hotel to drop off our luggage first, or go directly to find your senior sister?"

Zhao Mengmeng was pushing two large suitcases, one of which was almost entirely gifts for the Yunyin Sect members.

Dressed lightly, Chen Anran snatched the suitcase from Zhao Mengmeng's hand and said, "Let's put our luggage away first."

Zhao Mengmeng nodded immediately, "Okay, I'll book a room right away."

She was extremely efficient and quickly booked a hotel room via a mobile app.

The hotel is located in the city center and is the best five-star hotel in Chongqing. In addition to considering the comfort, Zhao Mengmeng also considered the convenient transportation.

After arriving at the hotel and putting their luggage away, Chen Anran and Zhao Mengmeng headed straight for the "Green Leaf Internet Cafe" according to the location.

The internet cafe was located on the second floor of a somewhat run-down commercial street, its signboard dusty and the lighting dim. Pushing open the heavy glass door, a mixture of smells of smoke, instant noodles, and machine exhaust hit you. The cacophony of keyboard clicks, game sound effects, and shouts from young people filled your ears.

Zhao Mengmeng clearly rarely came to places like this, and she frowned subconsciously, but still followed closely behind Chen Anran.

Chen Anran's senses stirred, and he quickly spotted his target in a booth in the far corner of the internet cafe.

Feng Xiaolu was huddled in a large gaming chair, wearing oversized headphones. League of Legends was playing on the screen. She was wearing a baggy hoodie that she'd somehow gotten her hands on, the hood pulled up to cover most of her face, revealing only her eyes glued to the screen and her pursed lips. Beside her were a half-empty bottle of mineral water and a half-eaten piece of bread.

That's not the most crucial point. The most crucial point is that Chen Anran also saw three familiar figures.

Zhang Nanshan, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and his two disciples.

He Qingyun, a man of upright character, and Chen Ran, a young female Taoist priest whom he had little contact with at the time, were not wearing Taoist robes, but rather ordinary secular clothing.

The most outrageous one was Zhang Nanshan, who was wearing a cheap T-shirt, Patrick Star-style beach shorts, flip-flops, and his white hair was tied into a ponytail.

At this moment, the four were engaged in a fierce battle in the canyon and did not notice Chen Anran and Zhao Mengmeng behind them at all.

Feng Xiaolu and Zhang Nanshan were the most excited.

"Old Zhang, are you a traitor on the other side? Playing a Rek'Sai top laner, you dig your way over the minion wave to the enemy tower and feed?!"

"You're the traitor! If I hadn't seen your Pantheon jump in, would I have tower-dived?!"

"Master, Fellow Daoist Feng, stop arguing and play it safe!" He Qingyun's voice was filled with helplessness as he struggled to farm minions under the tower.

The young female Taoist priest remained silent, focusing intently on controlling her support character, trying to save He Qingyun's life.

Chen Anran watched this surreal scene, his lips twitching slightly. The scene he had imagined—his third senior sister fleeing for her life, living in constant fear—was completely absent. Instead, they found themselves sitting in an internet cafe, dragging each other down in the Rift.

He walked up behind Feng Xiaolu and gently patted her shoulder.

Feng Xiaolu didn't turn her head, and impatiently shrugged her shoulders: "Stop messing around, at this crucial moment... uh?" She seemed to realize something, turned around abruptly, her hat slipped off, revealing her face with dark circles under her eyes but still lively and beautiful.

"Junior Brother?!" Feng Xiaolu nearly jumped up from her chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, frantically taking off her headphones. "How...how did you get here so quickly?"

Her exclamation drew the attention of Zhang Nanshan and the other two.

Zhang Nanshan showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Young friend Chen, go and get one. We'll have five players in a row."

Chen Anran stared at Zhang Nanshan's 0/8/0 score on the screen, speechless for a moment.

Zhao Mengmeng stood behind Chen Anran, looking at him curiously.

"Master Zhang, how have you been?" Chen Anran sighed helplessly, turning her gaze to Feng Xiaolu. "Senior Sister, shouldn't you explain what's going on?"

Feng Xiaolu shrank back guiltily, her gaze shifting between the monitor and Chen Anran's expression, but her hands didn't stop moving the mouse and keyboard. "Well... it's a long story."

Zhang Nanshan chuckled as he put down his headphones. "Young friend Chen, don't worry. Your senior sister is now a 'special advisor' to Longhu Mountain. There's more to the story about the ancient tomb. I've already cleared up the misunderstanding with the police."

Special advisor? I think it's more like your free gaming companion.

Feng Xiaolu immediately straightened her back, her confidence growing: "See! I told you I was there to help with the exploration! That archaeological team came at the worst possible time!"

Chen Anran rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He really didn't know whether to call his senior sister's luck good or bad.

"So the police have issued a warrant for his arrest..."

"They've already withdrawn." Zhang Nanshan took over the conversation with a smile. "I, the old Taoist, will personally go and explain the situation. Special matters require special handling."

Looking at Feng Xiaolu's "I have a powerful backer" expression, and then glancing at Zhang Nanshan's smiling face, Chen Anran felt a vein throbbing on his forehead. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain a calm tone:

"So, senior sister, you even went so far as to use words like 'come quickly' in your text messages just to get me to come and watch you guys play games?"

"Ahem," Feng Xiaolu coughed twice, her eyes darting around, "It's not entirely... I mainly wanted you to see with your own eyes that I'm alright. Zhang Tianshi really did help me sort out the trouble with the police. By the way... uh, our five-man squad is short a mid-laner."

Chen Anran: "..."

Zhao Mengmeng, who was listening from the side, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. When she saw Chen Anran looking over, she quickly pursed her lips, but the smile in her eyes was still there.

After fifteen minutes of gameplay, the four players "clocked out" on time.

He Qingyun and the young female Taoist priest stood up somewhat embarrassed.

He Qingyun remained as dignified as ever, though her ears were slightly red. She bowed to Chen Anran and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen."

The young female Taoist priest bowed and said, "Greetings, Fellow Taoist Chen. I am Mo Han, the last disciple of Zhang Tianshi."

Chen Anran returned the greeting, then looked back at Feng Xiaolu. Seeing Feng Xiaolu's unusually prominent dark circles, Chen Anran couldn't help but say, "Senior sister, come back to the hotel with me to pack up, and then we'll go get a good meal."

"No way!" Feng Xiaolu and Zhang Nanshan said almost in unison.

Chen Anran raised an eyebrow.

Feng Xiaolu puffed out her cheeks, "I haven't gotten my first win yet!"

"We played all night, but didn't even get our first win!" Zhang Nanshan snorted. "We won't give up until we get our first win!"

"..."