After talking with Huaiyan, Yan Huan had roughly grasped the full picture of what had happened and returned to the train, satisfied.
After getting a good night's sleep.
At noon the next day, Yan Huan opened his eyes and instinctively glanced at his phone screen.
99+ unread messages.
"..."
As he opened them one by one, he found that most had been sent by March 7th. She alone accounted for seventy-three of them.
They were mostly about canvassing for votes. Since she did not want to spend money, she had no choice but to find a few lucky passersby on the street and ask them to cast their precious votes and watch ads to revive her.
But the problem was that the Martial Arts Ceremony had already been underway for some time, and quite a few contestants had been eliminated.
Each account only had three voting chances, and most people had already used them up.
Those who still had voting chances had discovered a business opportunity and were selling their votes for hefty amounts of Credits.
Scott's votes had been bought outright.
Though before he could even show off any skills, he had been sent packing by another nuclear bomb...
Unable to scrape together enough votes, March 7th had set her sights on their friends in Belobog.
Most of them barely went online, so their revival voting chances for the Martial Arts Ceremony were surely still full.
They just needed to register an account...
"Ding..." Yan Huan's phone rang.
The moment he answered, March 7th's voice came through.
"Yan Huan, where are you right now? Hurry over to Changle Heaven and pick me up so we can go to Belobog. Once I'm revived and get the prize money, we'll split it fifty-fifty!"
"I'm sleeping on the train." Yan Huan leaned