That Isn't a Thing

"Doctor—" the Fatty called out in a lilting voice as he ran toward the figure that had suddenly appeared at the amusement park entrance.

He had been waiting here for a long time, hoping to be the first to greet Gu Mian when he returned.

Bored, Xiao Qiao had heard that the Fatty was coming to wait for a rabbit and insisted on coming along to see it. She'd followed him over happily.

They'd been waiting for ages, and the Fatty had even started dozing off.

Just as he covered his mouth to yawn, he suddenly heard several thuds from the amusement park entrance ahead.

Looking over, he saw several figures appear out of thin air.

The doctor was back! The Fatty immediately ran over to greet him.

But before he could take more than a few steps, a tremendous force grabbed him from behind, stopping him in his tracks.

It was Xiao Qiao.

"Not a rabbit," the Fatty heard her say.

Of course it wasn't a rabbit. It was our dear doctor, the Fatty thought. But he soon realized that the people who had appeared ahead were neither rabbits nor the doctor—not even Chu Changge or 007.

They were several people so pale they practically reflected the light, and one of them looked more and more familiar the longer he stared.

"Wait, wait, wait..." The Fatty stammered in fright as he looked at the familiar figure. He pointed toward someone in the crowd wearing a pink shirt. "That's... that's..."

The Fatty had once encountered him in a Slaughter Game instance.

"Teacher Slaughter."

"Right, that perverted host. Huh? Young Master Chu, you're back. How'd you suddenly appear behind us?" Hearing a familiar voice behind him, the Fatty turned around and saw Chu Changge's face.

Then the Fatty craned his neck