My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 85: The Unlucky One Requests to Add You as a Friend
"I have confidence in you."
Song Yao said, "That’s precisely why I suggested you go and gain some experience."
Li Rui casually asked, "May I ask what led you to that conclusion?"
Song Yao was silent for a while, then said, "Let me tell you about the situation in the area under the Cangyun Association’s jurisdiction."
Hey! Answer the question already! You really don’t have a reason, do you?
Li Rui’s eyelids twitched slightly.
Song Yao was at a loss, as he had never come across someone who actually wanted to get to the bottom of things.
Damn, the book doesn’t say how to answer people who ask this kind of question.
The book he was thinking of is "Teach Your Subordinates Motivation in Three Minutes," hidden deep in the drawer.
"Ahem, please continue." Li Rui chuckled dryly.
The two’s first meeting began awkwardly, but Song Yao quickly regained his pace.
"Many people believe the Northwest region is complex because of its strong-willed locals, but that’s not entirely true. The main reason is that the Eastern and Southeastern coastal areas under Bai Li and Chi Jia’s jurisdiction see fewer illegal Secret Realm agents sneaking in."
Song Yao spoke steadily, "So the first thing I want to emphasize is that once you’re there, of course, you must abide by the organization’s rules, but more importantly, whatever mission you’re on, your own safety must be the top priority."
He continued with some specific instructions, finally saying, "If you have any questions, you can consult Dong Sanchuan. He’s now my personal assistant, but he’s just a mid-level agent like you."
Li Rui said, "I don’t have his contact information."
"Don’t worry, I’m on it."
Song Yao was already fiddling with his phone, but after struggling silently, he handed it over: "How do I add someone to a group?"
"..."
After Li Rui helped him, he found himself added to a small group with over twenty people.
"Huh?"
"This is a group I created for motivation and encouragement."
Song Yao smiled, "Everyone in here has a chance to participate in the Secret Realm battlefield. You can discuss things with them, and Dong Sanchuan is in there too. Add him yourself. I’ve already informed him; you can find him if you need help."
Li Rui nodded: "Thank you, President."
"Okay, I don’t have anything else to say. Do you have any questions?"
"No."
"Alright then, there will be someone to coordinate when you get there. No need to be timid or reserved; the people in the Northwest are straightforward and easy to get along with."
"Yes, I will definitely do my best."
Just as Li Rui was about to get up and leave, Song Yao suddenly called out to him.
"Wait, inspiration struck suddenly. I’ll write you a poem."
After saying this, the old man pulled out a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone from under the table. The paper was cheap, the brush was suitable for both writing and painting, the ink was store-bought, and the inkstone was simply a pickle dish.
Song Yao dipped half the brush in ink and started scribbling.
"Heading to the Northwest today, future uncertain."
"Returning to Donglin someday, clouds part to reveal the bright moon!"
"Hahaha, how is it?" Song Yao shook the paper, blowing at the ink.
Li Rui had long witnessed the President’s literary flair on the internal forum and couldn’t imagine facing it solo, so he said sincerely: "Good poem."
Song Yao gave a thumbs up: "Such insight! Tell me, what’s good about it?"
"..."
Li Rui scratched his head.
"In terms of theme, it begins by describing the ambiguity of the westward journey, but then the next two lines shift abruptly, capturing the essence of ’a thousand sails pass by the shipwreck, a thousand woods spring before the dying tree.’"
"Rhythm is unique, the wording forms its own style, accurately depicting the current situation while expressing inner hope. It’s both a narrative and a lyrical poem, brilliant!"
He felt it was even more exhausting than telling tales in front of Zuo Qiutian.
Moved, Song Yao shook his hand: "A kindred spirit, indeed! I’ve been writing poems for years and rarely encounter someone who understands me like you. From now on, I’ll send every new work to you for appreciation."
No need for that.
Li Rui suddenly regretted asking too many questions.
...
The motivation group was quiet.
Many noticed the new addition, but nobody spoke.
Who chats idly in a group with leadership present?
But while no one spoke in the group, there was plenty of private discussion among them.
"Who’s that guy with the nickname ’Unlucky Guy’?"
Dong Sanchuan didn’t receive inquiries since many in the group weren’t familiar with him. He was too young, as everyone else qualified was at least seven or eight years older.
Now, he held an unsheathed Longsword, staring at Nan Jiumei nearby. She was gesturing like a conductor, explosions erupting with each point.
"Can you cut out the showiness and move faster?"
"Mere mortals can’t appreciate the beauty of flames and impact combined."
Nan Jiumei wanted to say more but sighed, seeing Dong Sanchuan’s gaze, and snapped his fingers loudly.
BOOM!!!!
All Explosive Traps simultaneously activated, massive flames engulfing the howling Secret Realm creatures.
"Brother, this is a thirty-five level overlapping realm. Elsewhere, it would mobilize the entire city sub-association, and we’re only four people—it takes time."
He seemed unsatisfied.
Dong Sanchuan didn’t bother with him, simply waving to Zhang Hujun and Jiang Yu in the distance.
"We’re here for the mission, not your entertainment."
"Now everything’s settled, what’s next?"
Zhang Hujun asked as he approached.
As Dong Sanchuan was about to respond, he noticed new notifications on his phone and checked it.
[Unlucky Guy requests to add you as a friend.]
[Verification: Hello, I’m Li Rui.]
Having been informed in advance, Dong Sanchuan accepted immediately. However, Li Rui didn’t send any message afterward, so he just left it.
Nan Jiumei leaned in to ask: "Brother Chuan, what’s up?"
"Nothing, Elder Song arranged someone for training, told me to take care of him."
Jiang Yu asked, "But the next stop is in Tupo City. Once we’re there, you might not be able to look after him."
"It’s fine. I met some people from the Kong family a few days ago and asked them to keep an eye out. That guy is only level tenish, probably doesn’t need my attention." Dong Sanchuan didn’t seem too concerned.
Zhang Hujun asked: "Who is he?"
"A guy named Li Rui, had some issues with Huo Yun from the Huo family before. Elder Song seems to think highly of him."
He didn’t know Huo Yun had been recruited as a minor follower.
"Really? Elder Song has quite the insight."
The four prodigies all respected Song Yao very much; in the Extraordinary World, they admired strength above all.
"What profession? What level?"
Nan Jiumei licked his lips, "Hope to have a chance to spar with him."
"Cut it out."
Dong Sanchuan waved his hands dismissively, "A level 17 Rain Summoner, and you, an advanced explosive expert, want to fight him?"
"I thought he was similar to us." Nan Jiumei instantly lost interest, thinking Elder Song’s arrangements were too forward-thinking.
