Chapter 7

Night had fallen.

The boxing arena on Floor 7 hadn’t started its matches yet, but the venue was already buzzing with excitement. In the central Octagon Cage, men and women with fiery figures danced energetically.

Under the dim neon lights, the distinguished guests who came to watch settled in casually. Those with even higher status took the best VIP seats or the second-floor boxes.

The servers wore neatly tailored uniforms, topped with rabbit ear hair clips in either white or black, as they guided the guests to their seats. With a turn, one could spot the matching round rabbit tails attached to their backsides.

These selected Bunny Girls and Bunny Boys were all exceptionally attractive without exception, and they had undergone brief training in advance.

The better one performed during training, the better the position they got assigned—and among them, the one who received the most praise was a newbie shoved in midway.

The veteran employees who should have been dissatisfied gave up all complaints the moment they saw him.

“Little Nian, if some guests say weird things to you later, just smile it off. Don’t take it seriously or let it get to you.”

“And also, don’t agree to every silly demand they make. They might get really overboard with you—find the manager then, and he’ll help.”

“Sigh… with you looking like that… being a server is like walking into a wolf’s den. What are we gonna do?”

“Why don’t you apply to go back to logistics? If you need money, I can share some with you.”

For a moment, Zhong Nian, surrounded by them, felt like he wasn’t about to work as a server but head to his execution.

Was it really that scary?

The worst that could happen was running into that Qian guy again.

…

Speak of the devil.

Zhong Nian plastered a deathly smile on his face, one hand behind his back and the other raised in a welcoming gesture. “This way, honored guests.”

The red-haired Qian Shao lit up the instant he spotted Zhong Nian. His slouchy expression changed as he stared hard, then boasted loudly to the people behind him, “See? What did I tell you? He’s on the ship—no way he can run.”

Zhong Nian pretended not to hear. The others didn’t chime in like last time either; instead, they all stared dazedly at Zhong Nian.

Not for any other reason—the youth appearing in this setting seemed even more alluring than yesterday, more captivating.

The Bunny Boy uniform suited him perfectly. Though the accessories carried a hint of suggestion, even as he smiled and maintained a posture of impeccable respect, he showed no trace of servility or flattery. If anything, he seemed a bit aloof.

In the dim lighting, his pupils appeared darker, larger. When they shifted occasionally, a subtle, deep blue glint flashed within.

He stood with hands clasped behind his back, unflinching under the scrutiny, meeting all sorts of gazes without a change in expression—perhaps out of habit, or maybe indifference.

When his chin lifted slightly and his flat gaze swept over them one by one, those who briefly met his eyes felt a strange palpitation.

For no reason at all, they didn’t quite dare to look at him.

As if one extra glance would be a mistake.

The group of young masters and ladies, usually so wild in their play, all averted their gazes in unison. They suddenly got very busy—some checking phones, some staring at the ceiling, others studying the carpet below.

Zhong Nian’s fearless demeanor once again pricked at Red Hair. He was about to flare up when a brash young voice rang out from behind, making him shudder reflexively.

“What are you all blocking the way for? Don’t get in your daddy’s path!”

With just that one line, the guy who’d been so arrogant moments ago turned into a dog with its tail between its legs, scurrying aside to make way.

Zhong Nian looked up and was immediately dazzled by the flashy gold accessories on the newcomer. He blinked hard before taking a proper look.

The man’s bold words matched his unreserved style. He wore a glaringly bright yellow casual suit jacket over a leopard-print shirt, collar open to mid-chest, revealing a metal chain.

His neck and above were decked out too—multiple piercings in his ears, and on his face as well: eyebrow piercing, lip piercing, the works, with a head of dyed blond hair.

Such an elaborate outfit could easily look tacky and outdated, but the youth’s looks and aura dominated it completely. His sharp brows arched slightly, his long eyes looked down imperiously—a wild arrogance seeped from his bones. One glance told you he was someone pampered and willful.

With such a big presence, and Red Hair so terrified of him—must be Zong Shao?

Zhong Nian guessed right. The other playboys called out greetings one by one.

Zong Xing Yi wasn’t alone; Sheng Chu stood beside him, with several attendants and bodyguards trailing behind.

Compared to Sheng Chu, the reason Red Hair feared Zong Xing Yi more was that Zong Xing Yi had never liked him. If something rubbed him the wrong way, he’d throw hands without giving face.

Sure enough, even just blocking the path hadn’t spared Red Hair a kick to the butt from Zong Xing Yi.

Red Hair seethed silently but forced a smile.

“What are you grinning at? That ugly smile is making me sick.” Zong Xing Yi rolled his eyes.

Sheng Chu sighed beside him. “Xing Yi.”

Zong Xing Yi held back the second kick he was about to deliver. “I’m just standing up for you, aren’t I? I heard this punk dared to talk back to you yesterday—doesn’t know his place.”

Sheng Chu smiled.

Zhong Nian, observing quietly from the side, pondered.

Now it all matched what Jie Wen had said.

On the surface, Zong Xing Yi had the biggest attitude, but he actually listened to Sheng Chu the most.

As for Red Hair, he was just clueless—pure stupidity—which was why he’d clashed with Sheng Chu yesterday.

Zong Xing Yi: “Oh right, I heard you all argued over some little server. Who is it even worth—”

Zhong Nian’s lashes fluttered as he shrank back into the shadows, minimizing his presence.

“No argument.” Sheng Chu glanced subtly toward the corner. “Let’s go—to the box.”

Seeing Sheng Chu had no interest in elaborating, Zong Xing Yi dropped it and headed upstairs, never noticing the server himself was right there in the corner, munching on the drama. Yawning, he asked, “Shan Yue still not coming?”

“Mm, still sleeping.”

“He’s slept all day—what’s so great about sleep… Call him. Feels like something’s missing without him.”

…

The two chatted as they left the crowd’s sight. Zhong Nian withdrew his gaze and stepped out casually. “Honored guests, this way upstairs.”

After that little scene, Red Hair didn’t dare make trouble anymore.

Zhong Nian smoothly escorted them to the second-floor boxes. He noted that the best one next door belonged to Zong Xing Yi and Sheng Chu.

After arranging all the fruits and snacks, Zhong Nian left the box and swapped positions with a colleague.

He didn’t want to stay in this box. The young masters and ladies hadn’t bullied him, but they loved calling him over for tasks.

When he bent to pour wine, they’d always glance deliberately into his collar or at his rear. One even thought he hadn’t noticed and carefully brushed his fingertip against the fur of his rabbit tail.

The rabbit tail was fake—he felt nothing—but as a real rabbit, the tail was an intimate spot no one should touch.

He found it offensive, uncomfortable.

So what if the tips were big? He couldn’t take them off the ship anyway.

He gave all the cash stuffed into his pocket to the colleague he swapped with, as thanks.

“Th-thanks.” The colleague tried to refuse but failed, blushing as he accepted the stack of bills that had passed through the youth’s pocket and somehow carried a faint fragrance. “You really want to swap? Standing in the hallway will be boring—no tips.”

“It’s fine. I like it quieter.”

Zhong Nian smiled and pushed him inside, taking up the post where he only needed to guide people and open box doors.

He slacked off in his mind, chatting with the System.

“Money from the Game Dungeon really can’t be taken out?”

“Can’t. Can only be exchanged for points.”

“Points?” Zhong Nian paused, a bit excited. “What’s that? Can it buy props or something?!”

“No, it’s the currency players use in the Rest Area after exiting the game—for trading items.”

Zhong Nian’s eyes widened. “You never mentioned this!”

System: “Only 20% of players survive the Newbie Dungeon… Talk about clearing it first. Too early now.”

“What if I do?” Zhong Nian got a little angry. “You’re underestimating me! Why can’t I be one of that 20%?”

If he were in his Cat Rabbit Original Form right now, he’d be thumping his feet and biting someone.

The System choked. “…Fine, there are other ways to earn it.”

“Like what?”

“Live streaming.”

Zhong Nian was about to ask more when someone suddenly appeared before him.

“Excuse me, where’s Box 1?”

In that soft, slightly husky voice, Zhong Nian looked up.

So… so tall.