Travel Notes: Something Had Definitely Gone Wrong When They Started Gaming Chicken Dinner While Preparing to Infiltrate

Outside the window, the bright, dazzling afternoon light shone beneath a deep blue sky, with clear sunlight spread across Paris's ancient, beautiful buildings.

In such an incredibly lovely scene,

Tang Bing had fallen into a dazed, muttering depression.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I never should've agreed to run errands. If I hadn't agreed to run errands, I wouldn't have gotten into your crappy car, Senior. And if I hadn't gotten into your crappy car, I wouldn't have been unlucky enough to get caught by you guys while picking up takeout."

The reason was that ten minutes ago, when everyone had discovered the major flaw in their ballroom infiltration plan—namely, that Fang Ran didn't know French at all—

A gourd who knew some French had conveniently appeared before them.

"Gourd, accept your fate. Your bad luck can't be saved anymore."

Fang Ran wore a mysteriously smug smile as he patted her shoulder and comforted her in reverse, successfully rousing Tang Bing's spirits. With tears in her eyes, she grabbed this "culprit" by the throat and shouted:

"Senior, you useless dumbass! You've got some nerve saying that!"

"Eh~ How could you say that~ Not every Participant knows French, you know."

Faced with Tang Bing's grief and indignation, Fang Ran still answered with that punchable smile, then glanced at the boy nearby for confirmation.

"Yota, you definitely don't know it either, right?"

The socially anxious boy glanced at him uncomfortably.

"Um... I do."

Fang Ran: emmm.

"Eh~ That was just an accident. Gourd, trust me, most Participants don't know foreign languages~"

"Trust my ass!"

Even after getting slapped in the face at lightning speed, he still turned around with inexplicable composure and smiled as he reassured her. Tang Bing had no idea what screw had come loose in his head,