Can You Pick Somewhere Else?!

Sure enough, an hour later, apparently figuring Ethan Vale had gone far enough, Tom stood up and walked to the center of the venue.

Before this, his legs had hurt. But after Ethan Vale arrived, he could loudly declare that they didn't hurt at all!

"If everyone has a moment, please turn your attention to me!" Tom raised his phone, striking a pose as if praising the sun.

The café was packed at the moment, but after taking their photos, most people had found seats. Every now and then, someone would call out to Tom from across the room and chat with him.

Seeing most people turn toward him, while a few others raised their phones to record, he gestured at the cameras, signaling for everyone to get a good shot.

"Maybe you don't know what major event just happened." As he spoke, he picked up his phone and went from table to table, showing it to everyone, not looking at all like someone whose leg muscles were sore.

The guests at the first table looked curiously at what he was holding. When they saw it was the group photo from earlier, they remained utterly confused about what he was trying to do.

"Look closely. Who is this?" Tom enlarged the image in his hand.

He did not enlarge his own face, but the face of the person standing beside him.

"Is that real?" The guest at the first table looked utterly bewildered and at a loss.

He was sitting closest to the counter, and he had also been the one enjoying the spectacle the most earlier.

"Does this even need a real-or-fake distinction?" Tom immediately burst out laughing.

Then he saw the guest at the first table abruptly grab his phone and check the time.

"Fuck!" A piercing scream