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"Haha! I told you not to go with us, and now you didn't get a ticket, right? Hehe, it must be driving you crazy! We got front-row seats in the regular section! Who knows, we might even get a chance to shake hands and give flowers!" Huang Wei said, his mouth wide open and a grin that seemed almost infuriating.
Especially now, with a panda eye from being kicked out, Yang Xiaoyou felt a surge of irritation.
Beside him, the other troublemakers wore similar expressions, drooling at the thought. They must have had quite the haul.
These lively characters seemed to have endless energy, making Yang Xiaoyou genuinely feel like giving them a good beating.
After the 'incident' that morning, he had been mercilessly beaten by Chen Wuyou and then unceremoniously kicked out the door, with all his caretaker's wages withheld.
At that moment, he ran into Huang Wei and the others who had just pulled an all-nighter. Although their reasons were different, both sides sported dark circles under their eyes. Seeing Yang Xiaoyou empty-handed, the troublemakers naturally assumed he had also tried to sneak in line but failed to get tickets.
Their smug expressions seemed to suggest they were ready to flaunt their good fortune.
"Ah, Dream Butterfly Sauce's approach is truly beyond our reach. Other artists promote their concerts months in advance, making sure everyone knows and that tickets sell well. But she has the confidence to announce it just a week ahead and sells tickets at the last minute. Even so, it took us so much effort to get these tickets; her popularity is off the charts," Huang Wei said, waving the tickets in front of Yang Xiaoyou as if it were casual. He adopted a seasoned fan's demeanor, speaking with an air of authority.
Hearing this made Yang Xiaoyou nearly spit out his drink. Chen Wuyou's arrangement might stem from confidence in Dream Butterfly's abilities, but more importantly, it was to prevent any last-minute issues with that Fool character. Setting it in the city would also benefit her hometown and make it easier to modify the venue for the performance.
"Since you got the tickets, that's great! I can finally distribute the other tickets to my classmates," Yang Xiaoyou said without needing to hide his excitement in front of these troublemakers.
"Don't kid yourself; each person can only buy one ticket. If we could buy more, I'd spend all my savings on them and then resell them at a high price outside—guaranteed to make a fortune!" Huang Wei replied with an air of expertise as a 'professional fan,' his tone suggesting he wasn't fooled by Yang Xiaoyou's words.
In response to this, Yang Xiaoyou simply smirked without saying anything further and waved goodbye to them with a chuckle.
After he left, the chubby guy beside them seemed to remember something and tugged at Huang Wei's sleeve. "Wasn't Dream Butterfly Sauce's manager someone who knew Xiao You when we met her in Tokyo?"
Hearing this, Huang Wei recalled the scene from back then. The smug expression on his face quickly turned to stone. If that were the case, then the group had spent the whole night queuing for nothing.
At that moment, a few crows flew overhead, cawing loudly as they passed by.
Looking at the decent tickets in his hand, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but shrug. Although Chen Wuyou had shown a furious demeanor that morning, he still managed to shove a handful of tickets into Yang Xiaoyou's hands before kicking him out.
Among them was a VIP ticket; the rest were mostly regular tickets. It was clear that Menglu and her friends had already received theirs, and it seemed that the girl and her big sister had chewed through something, leaving only one VIP ticket for Yang Xiaoyou.
Faced with such a coveted item, Yang Xiaoyou naturally called their class leader, Zhang Peng. He arranged to meet him and handed over all the tickets with a request for him to handle it. After turning around and waving goodbye, he felt relieved knowing he could return to his warm home now that Fia had been taken away by Laiwei.
However, Zhang Peng looked at the "heavy gift" in his hands and raised his head to glance at Yang Xiaoyou's retreating figure, his eyes filled with complexity. Remembering Yang Xiaoyou's notorious reputation and reflecting on his attitude during their trip to Dubai made him feel quite hesitant. He needed to find an opportunity to clearly refuse.
As Yang Xiaoyou hummed a tune while climbing the stairs back to his long-lost area, he suddenly froze when he reached his floor. His body tensed for a moment before he relaxed slightly as if sensing something.
"Is that you? You should have been pretty badly injured, yet here you are bouncing around with energy after just a month? Your princess has been quite worried about you," he remarked playfully as he glanced at the stunning one-eyed woman behind the stairs.
It was Weimar, who had been presumed dead after the attack at Beach Villa!
Her exposed skin still bore faint traces of bandages, and she stood there coldly with her hand resting on the dagger at her waist.
A heavy atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.
Since she had been forced back before even seeing Yang Xiaoyou during the beach incident, her remaining eye flashed with surprise and excitement upon hearing his words.
Clearly, based on his tone, she had been worried about Fia but now realized that she should be safe and sound.
However, she soon calmed down from the excitement. Perhaps this was a deliberate tactic by the other party; she felt somewhat unclear about the target of that previous attack. Who could guarantee that this bastard wasn’t behind it? After all, how could he know so much?
Sensing the change in the other person's aura, Yang Xiaoyou understood what she was thinking. Clearly, this person had just recently returned to society and was still secretly trying to find a way to contact Fia, unaware of the specific circumstances.
Breathing in the hostile atmosphere around her, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes flashed with coldness. "You seem to be quite dissatisfied with me?"
"And you? How did you know what happened to us? Where have you been during this time? Also, where is Fia now? You must give me an answer! Otherwise..." Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Weimar revealed a cruel expression.
However!
Just as she was about to finish her sentence, her words suddenly came to an abrupt halt!
A sense of threat surged up as a twisting pain like a knife cut through her abdomen, as if her body were being torn apart. It violently struck her mind, nearly causing her to faint!
All her strength was completely shattered by the attack that arrived before she could even react. She lost her fighting ability before she could unleash any of her skills, her legs giving way as she bent over and knelt on the ground, clutching her stomach.
She spat out acidic bile mixed with blood, her voice completely silenced!
"You think you have any right or qualification to speak to me like that? You are not Fia; your life and death have nothing to do with me." Yang Xiaoyou's pupils seemed to darken further as she looked at Weimar on the ground without a hint of human emotion, as if she were staring into nothingness.
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