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Chapter 264. Emoticons

Jiang Jianxin clicked "accept" on the request, and a new friend with a golden organ avatar appeared in his friend list.

Jiang Jianxin: Hello?

She was a little cautious because it was her first time talking to such a fool with a distorted sense of the times, and she was afraid that something she said might ruin his understanding.

【Garcia】：|°°)

Jiang Jianxin was a little confused, because most people would greet each other normally with a "hello" when they first started chatting, but this fool he had just met sent him an emoticon.

She thought to herself that this fool was quite trendy, and continued typing:
[Jiang Jianxin]: I am Jiang Jianxin, the newly appointed elder of the History Department. It's a pleasure to meet you.

【Garcia】：()

—Another emoticon.

—Is this person a hardcore fan of emoticons?
Jiang Jianxin was a little confused. Her fingers hesitated on the keyboard for a few moments before she finally typed out:
[Jiang Jianxin]: Could you tell me about yourself? It would help me get to know you better. [Little Yellow Face Sending Flowers]

【Garcia】：(●˙˙●)

【Jiang Jianxin】：?

Jiang Jianxin was somewhat confused by the emojis that answered all three of his questions.

She knew that fools were abstract, but when she actually met them, she found that their abstraction was completely unexpected.

Jiang Jianxin was having a real headache because his first subordinate was a guy who used emoticons.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to open Xie Yan's window and ask the leader of the Foolish Society what was going on with her subordinates.

[Jiang Jianxin]: [Screenshot] What's the deal with this organist, Garcia?
[Jiang Jianxin]: Why does he keep sending me emoticons?
After waiting for about three or four minutes, Xie Yan replied to her message:
[Xie Yan]: Oh, it's Garcia. He's the head of the Steam team, and he has a problem with his understanding of mobile phones.

[Xie Yan]: He can't type. Video or voice calls would interfere with his cognition, so he can only communicate by sending emoticons.

[Jiang Jianxin]: But I can't understand the meaning of his emoticons, what should I do? [Confused little yellow face]

Xie Yan was clearly thinking, and her reply came much slower the next time.
[Xie Yan]: He only knows how to send the same few happy and sad emoticons over and over again, so Elder Jiang doesn't need to understand what he means.

[Xie Yan]: Garcia's ability is [Steam Elegy]. When he plays the pipe organ, he can make all the machines around him briefly "remember" their past lives.

[Xie Yan]: For example, make the elevator remember that it was a mine elevator a long, long time ago, and suddenly start running at an extremely slow speed. Or make the coffee machine dream that it used to be a steam boiler, and start pressurizing wildly until it explodes.

[Xie Yan]: If Elder Jiang needs Garcia's help, he can just tell him what he needs to do. He can't answer, but he can understand what you mean.

After reading Xie Yan's lengthy explanation, Jiang Jianxin understood somewhat.

She touched her chin, just about to reply to Xie Yan, when a golden organ icon suddenly popped up in her WeChat notification box.

Here's some news about the organist:
[Garcia]: @(￣-￣)＠!
The sound of the organ hummed from the void, like a vibration coming from afar, slow and heavy, carrying a kind of almost physical sense of oppression.

The fluorescent light overhead suddenly began to emit the warm glow of an old kerosene lamp, and its parts made a creaking metallic sound.

She instinctively reached for the hilt of the sword at her waist, but then heard a regular buzzing sound coming from outside the tent.

When the curtain was lifted, the salty sea breeze carrying the smell of diesel fuel rushed towards me—the dock, which should have been moored with lifeboats, was now belching black smoke. I don't know what I was in my past life, I could only see the black smoke getting bigger and bigger.

The hilt of the sword in his hand suddenly began to tremble violently. Jiang Jianxin looked down in surprise and saw that the scabbard of the Tangguang sword was twitching slightly.

Through the life-bound contract, she could clearly feel its unusually excited emotional fluctuations—the sword couldn't understand human music, yet it resonated with Garcia's performance like never before.

The sword energy, unsheathed, surged so powerfully for the first time, and faint blue light patterns even appeared on the surface of the scabbard. Jiang Jianxin hadn't expected the organist's influence to be so great. She hurriedly pressed down on the hilt, using her natal contract to suppress the eager Tangguang Sword.

Just as she looked at the lifeboat in the distance, pondering how to deal with the black smoke...

My phone vibrated.

【Garcia】：＠(￣-￣)＠v
The sound of the organ is gradually fading, starting from the ethereal high notes and ending with the last low note disappearing into the air.

As the sound faded, the lifeboats stopped emitting black smoke, and the creaking tent lights fell silent.

"Wow————"

A belated giant wave crashed down, violently rocking several lifeboats and making a sickening clattering sound.

Yin Ju was surrounded by waves as he walked toward Jiang Jianxin's tent, carrying a thermos.

"Elder Jiang, what's going on? Where did that organ sound come from?"

Yin Ju frowned and asked Jiang Jianxin, who was standing at the tent entrance.

The instrument had a very rare timbre, and Yin Ju recognized it almost instantly.

However, large pipe organs usually take up one wall of a house, and he couldn't understand why the sound of such an instrument was coming from Jiang Jianxin's tent.

Jiang Jianxin hadn't expected that Garcia couldn't explain his talent, so he simply played a piece for himself.

He played it, and the influence of his instrument was so great that it shocked Yin Ju, who was on patrol, back to his senses.

Faced with an inexplicable reason, Jiang Jianxin opened his eyes wide and began to make up a story:
"I've recently become obsessed with rhythm games, and that sound just now was from a rhythm game. I'm really sorry, the volume was too high."

Yin Ju naturally didn't believe such an explanation, but since Jiang Jianxin sincerely apologized and his lifeboat hadn't suffered any problems, he decided to believe him.

Yin Ju blinked, and then said:
"...Okay, next time be more careful with your voice."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surging wave rolled in at just the right moment, carrying Yin Ju's figure back into the river.

Jiang Jianxin let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and crawled into the tent.

On the WeChat chat window, Garcia had sent a new message.

【Garcia】：(*︶*)
Looking at the happy emoticon, Jiang Jianxin felt a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

She paused, then knocked again:
[Jiang Jianxin]: Okay, I understand. I'll let you know if anything comes up later.

After seeing off the organist who only knew how to type emoticons, Jiang Jianxin glanced at the backend and found that there was another friend request.

The profile picture is a whisk, the applicant is female, and the application states:

[Chang Yingxue, the Ninth Prince of the Great Ning Dynasty, hereby applies!]

Jiang Jianxin rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit tense.

Just as we said goodbye to one emoticon guy, another one has arrived – a 9000-year-old lady.

—Before coming to the Fools' Society, no one told her that there were so many talented people in this area?

The emoticons are starting normally, but the formatting on Hongxiu seems to be off; the emoticons are even cracked... Oops, I didn't expect that either. Please bear with it T_T