Realm of Mirrored Words

At noon the next day, Shen Huai boarded his plane under the cover of Song Xue-Yang. After the plane took flight, Shen Huai found a card in the bag of snacks Song Xue-Yang had prepared for him. The handwriting on it was beautiful and refined... "No one can predict how far you can go, including yourself." Shen Huai felt warmth flow through his heart. He posted a short Weibo: "The road ahead is endless. No regrets. @Shen Nuo" This post finally settled the matter of Shen Huai's retirement from the entertainment industry. The mass of anti-fans rejoiced. They had waited for so long to see Shen Huai leave the entertainment industry! They would never have to suffer any more of his zombie acting! How liberating! The anti-fans thronged to leave comments under Shen Huai's Weibo post, expressing their joy and excitement at triumphing at the end of their long battle. [ You really aren't suited to be an actor. You quitting the entertainment industry is g...

In the afternoon, Song Xue-Yang and the others really started training. Shen Huai had nothing better to do, so he tagged along with them to the training room. Song Xue-Yang turned on a computer for him. "We train till about seven, then go for dinner. If you're bored, feel free to play around." Shen Huai nodded and sat down. This training room was obviously set up for the primary team members to train. According to the official regulations of "City of Despair", each professional team should consist of seven active players, and this training room had exactly seven computers. However, right now, only four of the computers had someone sitting before them. The rest of the computers were parked on empty desks, clearly unclaimed. With only four members remaining from their 7-man team, this was undoubtedly a critical period of transition for Maple Moon. Whether or not they would be able to keep their top-8 ranking in the pro leagues next year would really come...

Shen Huai clung to the toilet bowl, puking his guts out. His eyebrows were tightly knitted, and from the sound of his retching, it was almost as if his very intestines would be thrown up as well. One couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Song Xue-Yang wrapped a towel around himself and crouched down to pat Shen Huai on the back. Shen Huai turned his head to look at him with dazed eyes, and then, as if just realising Song Xue-Yang was still half-naked, he instantly stood up and took two steps back. Song Xue-Yang found his reaction rather funny. Shen Huai could not look straight at him, eyes only dropping down briefly to glance at Song Xue-Yang's towel-clad lower body before he turned his head aside as if he had been electrocuted, revealing a red-tinged ear. Song Xue-Yang could see that Shen Huai was easily embarrassed. He resisted the urge to tease Shen Huai and handed him a cup of water, also scrounging up some medicine to help with the process of sobering up. "T...

In a large private room, twenty or so handsome men and lovely ladies mingled. The food on the table had already turned cold, and there were empty drink bottles strewn all around the floor. Only the hotpot was still bubbling, emitting hot steam, slowly evaporating away under the dazzling lights of the chandelier. A handsome man sat quietly in a corner of the noisy room. He was looking down at his handphone, his long eyelashes clearly defined under the light. On the screen of his phone was a photo. A man lounged lazily in a chair with an ankle crossed over his knee, a birthday hat perched crookedly on his head, and a pink birthday cake brimming with girlish charm before him. He had clean and soft facial features, and when he smiled, his eyes scrunched up until they were no longer visible, a mirror image of the cute little fox decorating his cake. Shen Huai's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. He found it unspeakably adorable for Song Xue-Yang to appear in the same pho...

On Friday night, the manager of Maple Moon drove them to the restaurant. Song Xue-Yang asked, "Kun, are you really not going to come join us for a drink?" "If I drink, then who'll drive you all home later?" Their manager mock glared at them, but quickly eased off with a laugh. "I'll pass and let you team members have your team bonding. Don't drink too much, and just give me a call when you all are almost done." Song Xue-Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, with me watching over them, they won't be able to drink much. Drive safe, Kun." Hai Xing didn't put much stock in those words — when he saw that Song Xue-Yang wasn't the one driving tonight, he already knew that this would be yet another night where no one would leave until they were wasted. He rubbed his belly, regretting that he hadn't prepped his stomach for the drinking to come since he had only been thinking about feasting when he left. Amused, Song...

Shen Huai arrived from the West Gate right around the time the enemy spellcaster revived {T/N: In the raws, the actual phrase the author used here was 'the control skill on the spellcaster ended', but that just makes no sense since the spellcaster died in the last chapter. I thought that the author might be referring to the surviving elementalist instead, but there really aren't any clues to indicate that one way or another. And soon after, all characters are mentioned, so I might as well revive the spellcaster here...} . The spellcaster had just begun to counterattack when an assassin emerged out of nowhere, interrupting his skills with two quick flicks of a knife at close range! At the same time, a bullet grazed by his shoulder. Shen Huai: [ ...... ] <Falling Sleet>: [ Hehe, I missed. ] Since the assassin and the sniper had both ran over to the Main Gate, the resurrected holy priest and launcher abandoned the West Gate for the Main Gate as well. The launcher...