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.
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
