Vanguard of the Eternal Night - Chapter Ch105 - The Strange IDs
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Chapter Ch105 - The Strange IDs

Chapter Ch105 - The Strange IDs

translator: xiin

editor: kara

Victor was clearly a little restless after they got home. He expressed that he would leave in the afternoon and try to get back as quickly as possible. He would be back sometime tomorrow morning.

Tyron knew that he didnt want to share what he was planning to do, so he propped up his chin with both hands and looked on thoughtfully as Victor packed his luggage.

Victor didnt have to bring much with him, but he still took a large suitcase with a lot of s.p.a.ce inside.

While commanding the robot to clean up the house, Victor explained, I-I-I, the place Im going to has a lot of local specialties. Itll be a waste if I cant bring them all back, so I prepared a little more s.p.a.ce. Its better to be prepared than not.

Tyron:

After a while, a call came, and Victor snuck out to the balcony to answer it. Even so, Tyron still heard the words: Take the express valuable goods pa.s.sage.

When Victor came back, he explained, Erm, its peak time for the provincial compet.i.tion, and its not that easy to buy air tickets.

The master a.s.sa.s.sin, who had acting skills at the level of a film emperor, watched the others poor acting performance in silence. After a while, he nodded. You dont have to explain.

Sigh, watching this kid try to lie was really enough to make anyone anxious.

Tyron took Victor to the airport, and the two chatted for a while at the security gate.

Victor smiled and said, Itll be super quick. Its a ten-hour journey back and forth total, so you dont need to send me off.

Tyron: Just communicate with me directly if somethings going on.

Victor suddenly realized that there was a huge bug in his set-up! If Tyron sent over a video call right at a critical moment, should he pick up or ignore it?!

Victor: Thisthisthis, thatthatthat, in fact, I ah, the reception at that place isnt very good.

Tyron:

Victor: Its not that Ill be completely out of reach! Its just that occasionally, suddenly, randomly, there might be short periods of time where I cant pick up

Victors face was thoroughly red, and his hair was about to stand on end. His head began to droop, and his eyes locked onto his toes.

There were a few girls pa.s.sing by who looked curiously at the two of them. Seeing that there was a young, handsome man standing to the side with a flushed face, they were instantly affected by the cuteness and kept looking their way as they walked on.

Tyron was wearing a scarf, his handsome face covered firmly by the material. Even so, he was handsome in his long trench coat, and someone soon noticed him after looking at Victor.

They could already hear the rustling sounds of people slowly beginning to discuss amongst themselves. The people on the provincial compet.i.tion planet basically were all people who watched the games. Many people stopped for a while as they started to wonder if theyd just seen Lord Fourbut, didnt he have a final game tomorrow? Why would he show up at the airport?

Tyron glanced lazily to the side and scared the people who were peeping into shrinking into themselves before pulling Victor to the side.

The two of them went behind the potted plants in the corner, and Tyron pressed Victor into the wall again.

Victors face was still heated as he whispered, We, well be seen.

Tyrons mouth curved, and he leaned in beside his ear, Do you know why theyre looking at you? Theres still a lot of the ketchup from this morning on your lips.

!!! Victor hurriedly stretched out a hand, but both his arms were caught by Tyron, and he wasnt allowed to lift them at all.

Victors eyes were anxious as he said, Hurry up and let me wipe it off, or Ill wipe it on your clothes!

Tyron grinned and leaned in, chuckling evilly as he licked his lips.

It was too s.e.xy. Victor went a little soft from the top of his spine all the way down to his knees, his hands slowly s.h.i.+fting from a weak struggle to clutch at Tyrons waist.

Then, Victor suddenly felt a bite.

Tyron: Hm, I seem to have seen wrong. Theres no ketchup.

He didnt pull away at all as he spoke. His breath was close, and the tip of his nose rubbed playfully against Victors, just like an old rascal who was playing with a child.

Victor didnt hold back and took the initiative to launch a sneak attack, trying to give him a kiss.

However, Tyron pulled back and pondered, Then, why are your lips so red?

He licked them again, And, a little sweet.

Victor felt that he was steaming from the heat yet struggling to no avail, unable to get away from this rascal. He was like a pitiful creature whod lost its sh.e.l.l, his brain full of thoughts about how hed be pulled out and eaten again, staring at Tyrons lips over and over again.

Tyron leaned over and licked him again, then announced that hed figured out the answer, You stole candy.

Victor was so keyed up that his breathing stuttered. He spoke boldly and righteously, You gave it to me.

Tyron couldnt hold back his laughter.

He finally let go of Victor, then fixed his collar for him as though nothing had happened. Dont sneak in candy in the future. Hide the candy well when youre outside in the future. Youre so sweet, dont let others see it.

Victor helped him adjust his scarf too and even knotted it up, Youre so beautiful. Dont go out if you dont have to.

The master a.s.sa.s.sin tsk-ed, then grudgingly agreed, As you wish.

At last, the two shameless people finished mutually flattering each other and came back out.

Victor looked back every few steps as he trotted towards the s.p.a.ce s.h.i.+p before it took off. His thoughts were clear in his gaze: When would Tyron notice that hed knotted his scarf?

Tyron really hadnt noticed that his scarf was tied with a knot.

After Victor left, he immediately returned to his iceberg War G.o.d mode, his hands in his pockets as he left the airport indifferently.

Someone from the airport chased after him and followed after him stealthily. After a while, he pulled out an autograph book but was completely ignored by Tyron.

Tyron went straight home and started to contact someone.

The person he contacted was the operator in charge of the provincial compet.i.tions semi-finals. He was responsible for a series of miscellaneous things that werent directly related to the compet.i.tion, mainly the stage background, lighting, special effects, and so on. He also dealt directly with any special needs that the players, hosts, audience, and other staff may haveof course, he handled them according to the established rules of compet.i.tive bidding and was well-compensated.

It was nearing the finals, and the operator was very busy. Every day, there would be some people inexplicably sending him emails with bids and requests.

As an important staff member, he didnt have time to watch the provincial games, because he was too busy with work during the matches. He could only watch the video replays after the provincial compet.i.tion was over.

In the past two days, some peoples bids had become increasingly strange. Someone wanted to spread out 10,000 virtual roses beneath the feet of the champion, and someone else wanted to fill the whole screen with the words, I love you, for three seconds, and others wanted to put in advertis.e.m.e.nts.

However! The most inexplicable one! Was a group of people who were strange down to their bones

Their request was: We want heavy rain! A downpour! The heavier the better! The kind that can completely drench people in a second! You can set whatever price you like!

The operator: ??? He really couldnt understand current trends.

Fortunately, the authorities didnt offer such special effects, because it didnt have a good impact on the experience.

When it rained heavily, the host, contestants, and audience would all be wet. What kind of feeling was that? It would cause many complaints.

The official authorities only allowed ground effects, air effects, and public screen advertising. As of now, they had all been slotted in.

That afternoon, the operator received a message from a successful bidder.

The ID of the person whod won the rights for special effects in the air was called My Vic Is Six Years Old. This ID was quite mystical and made the operator wonder secretly for a long time if this person had children or pets.

My Vic Is Six Years Old: Is there a rehearsal for the fireworks?

The operator quickly brought out the specially customized fireworks and showed him the parameters. He also sent him the multi-perspective video from the fireworks rehearsal.

Operator: If necessary, we can write 1440 words or include a 6060 pixel image in our special fireworks this year. Its definitely enough for a human face!

My Vic Is Six Years Old: No need.

In order to ensure that the night scene for the winners night of the compet.i.tion looked wonderful, the operator also had parameters. After all, if the person who won the bid gave a disruptive command and affected the audience ratings, the official authorities would end up making a loss.

The operator quickly continued to make recommendations, Itll be very monotonous if its nothing but fireworks. We also provide eight hearts, eight arrows, luxury diamonds, and limited edition carnival background music!

My Vic Is Six Years Old: Who needs those fancy things? You modern people are too troublesome.

Operator: ???

My Vic Is Six Years Old: Just follow the arrangements.

He didnt know why, but the operator always felt that he could sense two portions of arrogance and a side leakage of arrogant narcissism from these dry words?

He lost himself in his thoughts and asked the director about this matter.

The director also pondered over this for a while, then said, Do you know what the scores are now?

The scores of the top six players were:

a.s.sa.s.sin Odin: 11 points.

Paladin Forgetting Worries: 9 points.

Elemental dancer Geng Chen: 5 points.

Ability user Little De: 4 points.

Hacker Universal Day: 4 points.

Druid Meowmeowmeow: 0 points.

The director pointed to the scores, Tomorrow is the match between Odin and Forgetting Worries. Look at the scores of these two people, the people behind them are basically unable to catch up, so the champion will be one of the two. The system has arranged their match for tomorrow night, so the champions.h.i.+p night is basically taking place tomorrow, right?

The operator didnt quite understand and nodded his head.

The director continued, Regardless if its Odin or Forgetting Worries who wins the champions.h.i.+p this year, you can still preview some of their selected scenes.

The operator looked up and saw that quite a few shots of Odin would appear regardless of who won the champions.h.i.+p.

Operator: Oh!!

The operator understood everything when he saw that face.

The director drew a breath from his electronic cigarette and said, Do you get it now? The fireworks dont need to be too fancy, and its the same for the ground effects. Dont let these things distract the audience too much. On the night of the champions.h.i.+p, our ratings will mostly depend on Lord Four

The operator went back and continued to discuss the special effects with My Vic Is Six Years Old.

My Vic Is Six Years Old: Thats fine. The music shouldnt affect the sound from the microphone. The microphone sound must be clear.

As the operator replied, he discovered that the person whod won the bid for the ground effects had also come to contact him. This persons ID was also very mystical. They were called: Antique Connoisseur.

The operator felt that this person must be a loyal Odin fan, because this persons request was: After Odin wins the champions.h.i.+p, the ground should be covered in flowers from the sea of dreams, the petals should float around, and it should all be as romantic as it could possibly get.

Operator: What if Forgetting Worries wins the champion?

Antique Connoisseur: Fill up the ground with landmines.

Operator: ????