Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 738 Ruan Qinghe

He Lingling sighed, subconsciously not wanting to speculate about what deal Shi Yuan and the president of the Poker League had made.

Interrupted by the black-robed player, Zhao Xuan glanced coldly at the other party, only withdrawing his gaze when the other party's legs went weak and he was about to kneel down.

"understood."

As Zhao Xuan walked towards the glass door, he passed Shi Yuanshi and let out a meaningful, low sneer:

"You don't actually think the president of the Poker League is a good person, do you?"

Shi Yuan remained silent.

Zhao Xuan snorted coldly: "Suit yourself. You'll be a fool who won't even know you've been sold out when you die."

Shi Yuan closed his eyes, his gaze icy cold.

Even a clay figure would be unable to resist anger after being suppressed, scorned, and mocked by Zhao Xuan with one sentence after another... Judging by the time, she should be arriving soon.

Shi Yuan pursed his lips and was about to speak when he saw two black-robed players who had walked to the glass door and were about to push it open take several steps back as if they had seen some monster.

"What?"

Having been repeatedly thwarted, Zhao Xuan grew extremely impatient and said irritably:

"Can't you even open a door? If you don't want your hands anymore, I'll cripple them for you—"

"Mr. Zhao."

A gentle female voice drifted into everyone's ears from outside the pushed-open glass door, soft and gentle yet warm, like a winter breeze.

"You seem to have a problem with me."

The glass door was pushed open, and the person walked into the coffee shop with their back to the light. Their long, light golden hair and almost transparent white skin were so white that it was almost dazzling under the light blue dress.

The woman, whose skin was almost transparent, blinked. Her pure white eyelashes, pale purple pupils, and the faintly visible veins beneath her skin almost blended together. Her bright red lips slowly opened and closed, and she smiled slightly at Zhao Xuan, whose face was pale.

"I've come to pick up my teammates."

After just one glance, Zhao Xuan turned away with a grim expression and hissed at the black-robed player beside him:

"Apologize to Chairman Ruan."

The player in black robes was stunned for a moment, staring at Zhao Xuan in astonishment, only to be glared at fiercely by Zhao Xuan.

"..." The black-robed player's heart pounded from the glare, and he quickly turned to bow to the woman:

"I'm sorry, Chairman Ruan—"

The woman, referred to as President Ruan, reached out to stop the player in black robes, and said with a smile:

"Don't say sorry, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong."

The black-robed player stiffened, then knelt down with a thud, repeatedly saying:

"No, no, no! It was my fault! It was my fault, Chairman Ruan..."

President Ruan looked at the black-robed player kneeling on the ground in repentance, a look of pity and helplessness flashing in his pale purple pupils.

“Mr. Zhao,” Chairman Ruan sighed, “Shi Yuan is my man, a player in my poker league. Please go back and tell Bishop Zhou.”

Zhao Xuan gritted his teeth in frustration, glanced at Shi Yuan who hadn't uttered a word since Chairman Ruan arrived, and took a deep breath:

"Okay, I'll leave first."

As Zhao Xuan passed by the black-robed player kneeling on the ground, he angrily kicked him.

"Get up right now! What kind of posture is this, kneeling here?"

The black-robed player groaned as he was kicked, then stood up without a sound and staggered out of the coffee shop behind Zhao Xuan.

"..."

After Zhao Xuan and the others left, the tense atmosphere in the coffee shop quickly dissipated. The Poker League was not very well-known in the town, but in some ways... Some players who knew the inside story exchanged glances and sat back down in their booths to continue chatting and drinking coffee.

He Lingling's eyes flickered as she watched President Ruan turn to take Shi Yuan's hand.

President Ruan was holding Shi Yuan's hand affectionately, and asked softly:

"Zhao Xuan didn't run into you, did he? Don't worry, since you chose to join the Poker League, I can definitely guarantee your safety."

Shi Yuan subtly withdrew his hand from Chairman Ruan's grasp, shaking his head with a smile:

"No, you arrived very quickly."

“What? That’s too formal, Shi Yuan,” Chairman Ruan sighed disapprovingly. “You can just call me Qing He.”

“President,” Shi Yuan said, bowing his head, “this is against the rules.”

Ruan Qinghe was somewhat displeased, but still managed a smile and said:

"Okay, okay, what would you like to drink? I'll order. Do you have any favorite flavors of drinks and cakes?"

Shi Yuan declined, saying, "No need, President, I've already ordered."

“It’s alright,” Ruan Qinghe said softly as she walked briskly to the front desk. “I haven’t had cake in a long time. Can you keep me company?”

“…” Shi Yuan pursed his lips. “Mm.”

"That's great." Ruan Qinghe smiled and said to the part-time female gamer who was busy packing thirty small cakes:

"Give me a Black Forest mousse cake and a durian mille-feuille cake... Hmm, and for a drink, an iced Americano, half sugar."

The part-time female gamer nodded: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Ruan Qinghe nodded slightly, and just as she was about to pull Shi Yuan to find a seat, she suddenly realized that someone was watching her.

She paused slightly and looked down—the boy lying on the front desk looked at her light golden hair cascading over her shoulders and gave her a sweet smile.

“Sister,” Yu Shijiu said sincerely, gazing into Ruan Qinghe’s pale purple eyes, “you are so beautiful.”

Ruan Qinghe can be described as beautiful in everyone's objective eyes. Apart from her fair skin that reflects light, her light golden hair, purple eyes, white eyelashes, and gentle tone of voice all make her almost 80% similar to the image of an "angel".

Ruan Qinghe looked at Yu Shijiu in surprise, covered her mouth and let out a soft "Ah!"

"You're Yu Shijiu, right?"

Ruan Qinghe gently extended her hand to Yu Shijiu, "I often watch your live streams. As a man who has just come of age, you are really amazing."

In just two short sentences, Yu Shijiu immediately developed a liking for her.

Yu Shijiu reached out and shook hands with her for a few seconds, then looked curiously at Ruan Qinghe's hair:

"Sister, did you dye your hair?"

“No,” Ruan Qinghe chuckled, “It’s natural, doesn’t it look a little unhealthy?”

"Why would I be unhealthy?"

Yu Shijiu frowned: "The color is beautiful, like an angel."

He had read some fairy tales when his mother was alive, and the angels drawn on the pages looked very similar to Ruan Qinghe.

Ruan Qinghe smiled even more gently upon hearing this, and it was clear that she enjoyed hearing these words and even had the idea of ​​giving Yu Shijiu a small cake.

But Yu Shijiu politely declined as soon as she said it.

The reason was that he already had thirty small cakes, and if Ruan Qinghe wanted to send more, he would probably have to wait a few more days.

Upon hearing this answer for the first time, Ruan Qinghe was surprised but also found Yu Shijiu really "cute". With a wave of her hand, she ordered a month's worth of cakes and coffee from a part-time female gamer and sent them to Yu Shijiu.