With Wen Shiling occupying a ban slot, the Ai Huan group's pressure immediately increased considerably.
Though they did not understand Yan Huan's intentions, the Ai Huan group only knew that unconditionally supporting Yan Huan was the right thing to do.
Since Yan Huan vehemently denied being insane, they would do their utmost to clear his name.
As for whether... Yan Huan actually wanted the Aeon of Joy's power, that was beyond their consideration.
"Alright, everyone, next up is the information provided by Mr. Aha. I hope everyone will enthusiastically share their thoughts!" Asta still looked warmly at the big screen.
A blinding white light suddenly burst across the screen.
"Whoosh—!!"
Everyone present felt a sharp pain in their eyes.
They immediately shut them.
"Autobots, transform and roll out!" A familiar voice emerged from the screen.
The Audience Gallery instantly understood what was being shown.
Everyone: "..."
Clearly, this was what Yan Huan had done right after entering the Simulated Universe.
At the time, almost everyone had been speechless, because his behavior had truly been baffling.
He could obviously have eliminated the monsters through normal combat, so why did he have to make things so complicated?
"Boom—!!"
A magnificent mushroom cloud appeared in everyone's line of sight again.
"Balala Power!"
"Combine, everyone! I'll form the..."
Everyone: "..."
Some researchers in the Audience Gallery could not bear to watch and lowered their heads to play with their phones.
"Is there even any need to keep watching? Can't we already draw a conclusion?" someone suddenly urged.
"What normal person uses such bizarre methods to solve problems? This is clearly just making extra work for himself."
Without General Wen's contribution, the Ai Huan group's strength was immediately greatly diminished.
At that moment, every Huan fan clenched their fists tightly. They wanted to argue back, but they seemed unable to find a suitable angle.
The situation had fallen into a passive state.
Could their Ai Huan group really be stopped here?!
"Ang ang~ (Wait!)"
Suddenly, a cry rang out, firm and forceful.
"Who? Who said that?!"
Everyone looked around, and even Aha and Yan Huan in the guest seats were puzzled.
Where had that voice come from?
"Thud—!!"
A spotlight shone on the edge of the stage!
It was a small, snow-white dog, staring grimly at the screen.
A canine language translator and matching loudspeaker were fastened to its head.
The little white dog stood forward like a valiant warrior!
Everyone: "???"
Asta's eyes widened. Ignoring everyone's stares, she staggered over and scooped up the snow-white dog.
She asked in shock:
"Peipei? W-what are you doing?!"
The one who had just spoken was Asta's pet dog, Peipei.
Everyone: "???"
Aha stared at Yan Huan in shock.
"Y-you even invited a dog?"
Yan Huan said calmly:
"Peipei has always been looked after by Arlan. What does that have to do with me, Yan Huan?"
Holding Peipei, Asta looked at Arlan in confusion. "Arlan, why is Peipei here?"
"Uh..."
Feeling Asta's questioning gaze, Arlan became a little timid and explained haltingly:
"Well, maybe it's because Mr. Yan Huan liked coming over to feed Peipei whenever he had nothing to do. He gave her almost everything we wouldn't let her eat—hamburgers, pizza... things like that."
Hearing this, Asta's eyes widened. She turned toward Yan Huan in the guest seats and scolded him sweetly:
"Yan Huan, how could you feed Peipei that kind of stuff?!"
Yan Huan innocently waved his hands.
"What? She wanted to eat it, so I shared a little with her. After that, she started coming by every day. There was nothing I could do."
"You...!" Asta lightly bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say.
Just as whispers began to spread through the Audience Gallery, Peipei suddenly barked twice.
The loudspeaker emitted a translated electronic voice: "Ang ang~ (Don't I have the right to participate?)"
"Uh." Asta froze.
There did not seem to be any rule forbidding dogs from speaking.
"Peipei, are you serious?"
Asta hugged Peipei tightly and nervously looked around.
Above them was Herta, still lying on the table.
She had only come to show her face and did not involve herself in any actual work.
To the left were Aha and Yan Huan in the guest seats.
Those two were already having a great time.
Asta: "..."
To the right was the judges' table. March 7th had already gone blank, while the others beside her remained calm.
"Ang ang~ Ang ang ang! (Master, I'm very serious!)"
"Alright, then." Asta awkwardly set Peipei down from her arms, her heart unable to calm down for a long while.
Yan Huan was such a bastard.
"Hmm? Wait."
Asta's eyes suddenly lit up as she noticed numerous stickers on Peipei's collar.
They were unmistakably Yan Huan's face stickers, plastered all the way around it.
"Peipei, who... who put these on you?" Asta asked shakily.
"Ang ang~ (Big Brother Arlan.)"
Asta shot Arlan a speechless sidelong glance. "..."
"Uh." Arlan took two steps back and hurriedly waved his hands. "Miss, I-I didn't do it on purpose... I was walking Peipei before, and someone happened to be selling stickers by the corridor. Peipei went over, and she refused to leave unless I bought them, so I..."
Asta furrowed her delicate brows and instructed Arlan, "From now on... don't let Peipei run around blindly anymore, and don't put any strange things on her."
Arlan scratched his head and said sheepishly:
"O-okay, Miss. I'll keep a close eye on Peipei from now on."
"Ang ang ang ang~ (I already heard that.)"
Asta and Arlan: "..."
The small snow-white figure leaped to the center of the stage.
Watching Yan Huan transform like crazy on the screen, she argued to everyone:
"Ang~ Ang ang ang ang ang~ (What Yan Huan does is not unreasonable!)"
"?" Asta put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Little Brother Yan Huan?"
Peipei ignored Asta and continued barking:
"Ang ang ang~ Ang ang~ Ang ang ang ang ang! (Think about it. If any one of you researchers entered a virtual reality setting like this, how many of you could resist doing things you normally couldn't do?)"
"Ang ang ang ang~ Ang~ Ang ang ang ang~ (This is merely a normal human reaction. Besides, Little Brother Yan Huan is different from many people. You treat those monsters as enemies, but with Little Brother Yan Huan's strength, he never even took them seriously. That's why he could relax so much. Isn't it normal for him to do something fun?)"
After Peipei's guidance, many people suddenly understood.
"Bang—!!"
Someone immediately sprang to their feet and exclaimed:
"That's right! Brother Huan can one-shot a Trooper Trampler. Would the virtual monsters in the Simulated Universe really make him take things seriously? I'd play around too!"
"Peipei makes a lot of sense. We kept viewing this from our own perspective, but we never factored in Brother Huan's strength."
Everyone in the Audience Gallery discussed:
"From our perspective, if the enemies were a bunch of ants, how many of us would take them seriously? Wouldn't we just stomp the ones we should stomp and look for lighters to burn the rest?"
"Exactly!" Another researcher raised a hand. "On my home planet, I liked pouring molten aluminum into anthills!"
"See? That's exactly it! None of us ever put ourselves in Brother Huan's shoes!"
For a moment, the discussion in the Audience Gallery grew even more heated, with countless opinions flying around.
The snow-white Peipei sat in the middle of the stage with her tongue hanging out, looking very pleased.
"Whoosh—!!"
Yan Huan also shot to his feet and excitedly clasped his hands toward Peipei. "General Peipei, what do you want to eat tonight? Just say the word, and I, Yan Huan, will spare no effort."
"Pah!" Asta immediately picked Peipei up and hid her tightly in her arms, warily warning Yan Huan:
"Yan Huan, I'm warning you—stay away from Peipei!"
Yan Huan raised a brow.
"And what if General Peipei gets hungry? Miss Asta, are you trying to deprive me of a great general?"
Asta waved her hand in a shooing gesture and snapped sweetly:
"Go, go, go, go, go..."
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