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Tan Wenjie pushed open the door, then retreated somewhat reluctantly, before opening the door again.

He tried to refresh the view before him, but failed.

"Brother Jie, what's wrong?" Zhang Wei, wearing a Santa hat, asked in the living room.

"Did I time travel?" Tan Wenjie asked in confusion. "I remember I was wearing a T-shirt yesterday."

Not only were Spring Festival couplets pasted on the apartment, but red lanterns were also hung in the living room, giving it a festive feel.

Zeng Xiaoxian said, "If you haven't learned any magic... congratulations, you've traveled to New Year's Eve."

“The problem is that I have indeed studied magic,” Tan Wenjie said as he entered, “but I haven’t used it recently.”

There are four people sitting in the living room now: Hu Yifei, Zeng Xiaoxian, Guan Gu, and Zhang Wei, all wearing short skirts.

"Spells?" Hu Yifei suddenly narrowed her eyes. "You want to challenge me?"

Tan Wenjie asked, "What kind of challenge?"

Zhang Wei explained, "Yifei seems to be able to read minds, a kind of close-up magic, and she's about to demonstrate it to us."

“Okay, I accept your challenge!” Hu Yifei said.

"..."

“Here, write any number on the card.” Hu Yifei handed the paper and pen to Tan Wenjie. “Don’t let me see it. Then close your eyes, concentrate, and think about the number silently in your mind.”

Tan Wenjie was pulled to sit on the sofa in a daze. After writing the card, he hugged it to his chest, giving no chance whatsoever.

"Hey, why are you hiding the card so tightly?" Hu Yifei peeked in several times, but each time she failed.

The other three looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw Hu Yifei's actions.

And yet they dare to claim they can read minds.

"Does this have any impact?" Tan Wenjie asked. "Mind reading isn't just about reading minds directly, why does it have to concern itself with where I put the card?"

"Because of the interference, you put the card on the table."

Tan Wenjie did as instructed.

"Close your eyes and keep thinking!"

Seeing that Tan Wenjie wasn't looking at her, Hu Yifei immediately reached for the card. Just as she was about to flip the card over to peek, she saw that Tan Wenjie had already opened his eyes and was looking at her.

They got caught.

"This is magic?"

“It’s close-up magic!” Hu Yifei argued. “I learned it specifically from Liu Qian’s blog. What happened just now doesn’t count. Let me try it again.”

"What are you playing?" Lu Ziqiao asked as he entered the room.

"Watch God perform magic."

"It's close-up magic, don't you even know that?!"

Clearly, the failed presentation displeased Hu Yifei, but she was powerless to refute it.

"I think I just heard the Spring Festival Gala." Tang Youyou and Qin Yumo followed them in.

"Nobody mentioned the Spring Festival Gala! You must be hallucinating."

"You mentioned Liu Qian, so all I can think of is the Spring Festival Gala."

"Wait!" Lu Ziqiao raised his voice, "You mean, you're planning to watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What's the point of not watching the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve?"

Zhang Wei also said, "Watching the Spring Festival Gala is a tradition of our Chinese nation that has lasted for thousands of years."

Zeng Xiaoxian complained: "Yeah, the Spring Festival Gala was hosted by King Zhou of Shang and Su Daji. Do you know what happened later? King Wu of Zhou couldn't stand it anymore, so he destroyed the Shang Dynasty."

"Brother Jie, why aren't you saying anything?" Tang Youyou asked Tan Wenjie curiously.

"I think it would have been better if King Zhou and the Nine-Tailed Fox had co-hosted the Investiture of the Gods back then; it would have added some entertainment value to the war."

"Alright, he's back to actor mode."

"Is this... a version of Investiture of the Gods? Brother Jie, who are you playing? What magic weapon do you have? What's your look like? What supernatural powers do you have? And how many girls are in it?"

"I myself ride on wheels of wind and fire, have three heads and six arms, a third eye on my forehead, am indestructible, and can transform seventy-two times."

"Nezha + Yang Jian + Sun Wukong? You're invincible."

Nobody believes the truth.

Amid the lively discussion, Lü Ziqiao said, "Think about it, the Spring Festival Gala is a night of revelry for a group of handsome men and beautiful women, but the eight of us lovelorn men and women can only sit in front of the TV and watch dumbfounded."

Zhang Wei: "Hiss, after he said that, even though it's the New Year, a chill ran through my heart."

"But don't worry, I have an ultimate New Year's Eve operation plan!" Lu Ziqiao said confidently.

Tan Wenjie looked at Zhang Wei sitting next to him and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Zhang Wei?"

Zeng Xiaoxian explained, "Ziqiao once helped Zhang Wei devise an ultimate bachelor night battle plan, but as a result, Zhang Wei missed his own wedding the next day."

"..."

Once he was in the zone, Lü Ziqiao didn't care about anything else and quickly started writing and drawing.

"The plan is simple. Yifei and Zhang Wei, you two are in charge of preparing drinks and beer, and also order some chicken—"

"Hmm?" X7
"—Wings!" Lu Ziqiao said breathlessly, "The rest of the girls are setting up the room. Guan Gu and Jie Ge, you two grab your game consoles and wait for me to have a three-hundred-round battle with you. Then, the most exciting thing is that I'll go and contact a group of beautiful girls and handsome guys to come here and play Ludo."

"No Ludo!" X7
Hu Yifei raised her hand: "And my mind-reading ability!"

Everyone: "..."

"Please give me a stage to showcase my skills. I've been practicing for a long time."

"Do you need to practice mind reading?" Zeng Xiaoxian complained.

"Wait, could you tilt it forward a little?" Hu Yifei suddenly raised her hand. "I remember someone saying that he seems to have magic."

All eyes turned to Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie said, "I've only learned a little magic; I'm good at spells."

Zhang Wei then said, "I remember, Brother Jie seemed to have mentioned that one of his girlfriends was Emma Watson."

“It’s Hermione!” Tang Youyou corrected.

She is upholding the professionalism of actors through her actions and will never allow the roles and actors to be confused.

“Come on, I accept your challenge.” Hu Yifei raised her chin and looked at Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie stopped making excuses and asked, "What will you perform? Telekinesis? Flying and disappearing into the ground? Or the Seventy-Two Transformations?"

"You can do all of that?"

"It's not feasible here for now; there are limitations imposed by the rules of the world."

"Damn!" Everyone rolled their eyes.

“But it’s simple enough.” Tan Wenjie reached out and grabbed Zhang Wei’s Santa hat, gently lifting it up until the hat disappeared.

"It's really gone!"

"Sri Lanka No. 1!"

"Brother Jie, where did you hide your hat?"

They had never seen close-up magic of this level before.

"Ah!" Qin Yumo suddenly screamed, pointing at Hu Yifei.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the hat had landed on Hu Yifei's head.

"When?" Hu Yifei took off her hat. "It smells so strongly of hair oil, it must be Zhang Dapao's hat."

The hat was tossed back into Zhang Wei's arms.

"Don't slander me, I just washed my hair."

"Is this really magic?"

"Brother Jie, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Everyone looked expectantly at Tan Wenjie.

“Magic,” Tan Wenjie said. “I learned it from a friend. He can take off people’s pants with his bare hands.” “Huh?” The men’s eyes lit up.

"Ugh~" The women looked disgusted.

"I know!" Tang Youyou suddenly raised her hand. "Isn't it a Stephen Chow movie?"

"Another movie!" everyone complained.

“But I have actually seen someone who can use magic!” Guan Gu Shenqi said excitedly. “Mind reading! His name is Mao Lixinbingwei. I was only five years old when I first met him. He knew what I wanted at a glance and conjured up a puppy for me. From then on, I believed that there are not only people in the world, but also gods.”

Everyone was speechless.

There really is something special about that place in Japan.

Lu Ziqiao clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back: "Alright, the task has been assigned. I know it's very difficult, but everyone must carry it out strictly."

"Really?" Hu Yifei asked doubtfully. "What's so difficult about ordering chicken wings?"

"The key is—not watching—the—Spring—Gala! Who's going to join?"

Everyone raises their hands.

"I am Japanese, so I don't need to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"I have no interest in the Spring Festival Gala."

"I haven't watched the Spring Festival Gala in thousands of years."

"..."

Lu Ziqiao: "To reiterate, if anyone peeks at the Spring Festival Gala, then..."

Zeng Xiaoxian ran over and said, "This person will be despised by everyone!"

"Clap!" The two high-fived.

"I still have to host a show tonight, but I've already won over the boss with my personal charm. The live broadcast has been changed to a pre-recorded one. I'll be back in a bit. Oh, and Zhang Wei, I want the chicken wings extra spicy!"

Guan Gu also said, "Master Mori has come to China. I'll go and invite him over now to perform mind-reading."

The group gradually left to attend to their own work.

Since Tan Wenjie didn't have much to do, he and Qin Yumo and the others set up the decorations. They moved the chairs from the left to the right, the stools from the right to the left, and finally relocated the flowerpots.

"Mr. Tan, Mr. Tan! You should take a rest." Qin Yumo said helplessly, "Have you ever done any housework?"

Tan Wenjie frankly said, "I used to have maids with me when I went out, and someone would help me with my clothes. I hardly did any housework."

"Wait a minute!" Tang Youyou raised her hand. "Is this Dream of the Red Chamber or The Grand Mansion? Brother Jie, have you ever played an emperor before?"

"I've been an emperor before."

"Excuse me, you two good actors, could you please make way?" Qin Yumo said helplessly.

She did recover from the heartbreak quickly, but the reality was not as "clear-headed" as she had imagined, which gave her a headache.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Hu Yifei went to open the door; it was the deliveryman who had come to deliver chicken wings.

"Your chicken wings cost 367 yuan in total."

Hu Yifei paid the bill and took the items.

"Thank you, I wish you a Happy New Year on behalf of Chicken Wing King Food Stall."

"Yes, don't be shy."

"Um..." The deliveryman maintained his innocent smile and rubbed his hands together.

"Oh~" Hu Yifei suddenly realized, turned around and handed him a bag of trash, "I do have a bag of trash, could you please take it down with you when you go downstairs, thank you."

Bang! The door slammed shut.

Zhang Wei watched from the side, his cheeks twitching.

He took the box and quickly counted the chicken wings: "Wait a minute, five chicken wings are missing!"

"Let me see. How could this be? Could the food stall be shortchanging us?"

Zhang Wei said bitterly, "During the Spring Festival, a time of national celebration, a time of traditional virtues and a land of etiquette, I asked you to give me a red envelope. See, you regret it now."

"What red envelope? He thinks he's right? He wants a red envelope for ordering chicken wings? Does money grow on trees?"

"You can't say that, today is Chinese New Year."

"Is this how you do things during Chinese New Year? Isn't this blatant taking advantage of people?!"

"It's chicken wings, not tofu."

"If we don't serve our customers chicken wings today, we'll be taking advantage of them tomorrow."

Hu Yifei grew angrier the more she thought about it and rushed to the kitchen to find a cleaver.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei shouted, "Brother Jie, help! Someone's going to die!"

Upon hearing the cries for help, Tan Wenjie rushed over and successfully took the kitchen knife from Hu Yifei's hand.

"Five chicken wings are missing? Just call the food stall owner and ask."

“It’s no use,” Zhang Wei said, shaking his head. “We’ve already signed for the takeout. We didn’t catch them in the act, so the food stall will definitely not admit it.”

Tan Wenjie, however, had a different opinion: "Large-scale food stalls usually don't cheat customers so obviously. At most, they'll pick up the chicken wings that fell on the ground and give them to you, or they might cook without washing their hands after using the toilet. I guess the chicken wings were eaten by the delivery person."

"Huh~"

"Then what do you suggest, Attorney Zhang!" Hu Yifei said indignantly. "This kind of despicable behavior seriously undermines the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere of New Year's Eve."

She still wanted to believe that they were shortchanging her, and that not washing her hands after using the toilet was just too disgusting.

“I have a way. As the saying goes, the net of heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it.” Zhang Wei tugged at his collar and smiled. “They would never dream that Love Apartment has a righteous lawyer.”

"What are you planning to do?"

“I’ll order another order of chicken wings,” Zhang Wei said, “and then I’ll use my sincerity to influence a tainted witness.”

Tan Wenjie: "Do as you please."

He didn't like super spicy chicken wings anyway.

Soon after Zhang Wei placed his order, the food stall deliveryman arrived again to deliver the food.

"Young man, this is for your chicken wings." Zhang Wei decided to appeal to your emotions. "And this ten yuan is your New Year's money. I wish you a happy Spring Festival."

"Wow, sir, you're too kind."

"Huh? Weren't you speaking with a Northeastern accent just now? How come you suddenly sounded like you're from Taipei?" Zhang Wei was only puzzled for a moment before immediately remembering his purpose. "By the way, by the way, does your boss often shortchange customers on chicken wings?"

The deliveryman's eyes darted around, then he shook his head repeatedly: "No, we're a long-established brand, reputation comes first!"

"Please wait a moment."

Zhang Wei jogged over to Tan Wenjie and Hu Yifei's side. "It seems the other party is an old hand; they don't even feel guilty about doing thieves."

"Attorney Zhang, are you planning to try and win him over like this?"

"I'll do it." Tan Wenjie picked up the phone, raising his voice so the deliveryman at the door could hear him, "Hello, is this Chicken Wing King Food Stall? I just ordered chicken wings from you..."

"Wait!" the deliveryman at the door hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll compensate you, I'll even give you this box of crayfish as compensation, and I won't take your New Year's money."

After handing over all his money to Zhang Wei and leaving a box of crayfish, the deliveryman hurriedly left.

"Brother Jie, you're really something!" Zhang Wei walked back carrying crayfish. "Hehe, this is our spoils!"

"Some people are allergic to crayfish," Tan Wenjie reminded.

“Really? But this is a trophy.” Zhang Wei said, holding the crayfish. “This is my first victory as a lawyer.”

"That's because A-Jie called and helped you win the battle, right?" Hu Yifei said.

Tan Wenjie: "I didn't call him, I was just trying to scare him."

“This is an off-field aid, I don’t object.” Zhang Wei picked up a crayfish, opened his mouth wide to try it, but found it hard to eat. Then he asked, “How do you eat this? I never eat anything with a shell.”

"Don't worry, it's all yours." Tan Wenjie shook his head. "But I suggest you eat a little first, just in case you're allergic to seafood."

“That’s true, I don’t think I ever eat seafood.” Zhang Wei nodded, then stuffed a crayfish into his mouth and said with puffed cheeks, “This little bit shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

"..." (End of this chapter)