One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Immediately afterwards, all the lights in the venue went out.

Only a single, thick searchlight remained, shining directly from the dome onto the central altar.

A middle-aged man dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono and holding a microphone slowly rose up from the elevator below.

The previously noisy venue instantly fell silent.

The main event is about to begin.

Chapter 331 Oh~ These headphones are a really good thing.

The middle-aged man in the kimono, holding a microphone, cleared his throat.

"Everyone, you are welcome..." (Everyone, welcome...)

A long string of Japanese words, spoken with a rhythmic cadence reminiscent of Kabuki, echoed throughout the enormous circular stadium.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Chulan was peeling an orange when he heard this rambling opening, so he stuffed an orange segment into his mouth and mumbled a complaint:

"This guy has a lot of lung capacity; he spoke for almost a minute straight without catching his breath."

"But what exactly is he chanting? Doesn't this international conference even have subtitles?"

"Old Zhang, can you please get that 'country bumpkin' label off your head?"

Wang Ye leaned back on the sofa and rolled his eyes.

Just then.

Several Japanese staff members in black uniforms pushed a beautifully decorated trolley covered with red velvet to the rest area of ​​the Chinese delegation.

The staff were very respectful, presenting several small black metal boxes with both hands.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"These are simultaneous interpretation headsets prepared by the competition organizing committee for all our distinguished guests. They utilize the latest bone conduction technology; please wear them."

The staff member explained in accented Chinese, bowed deeply, and then withdrew.

Zhang Chulan quickly picked up a metal box, opened it, and took a look.

Inside lay a silver earphone shaped like a water droplet, with very fine workmanship.

He held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand, then his eyes immediately lit up:

"Wow! This Japanese craftsmanship is impressive! The weight, the feel!"

As Zhang Chulan spoke, he subconsciously put the earphone to his mouth and gently bit it with his teeth.

"Click".

"Wow, it's really hard! Old Wang, look, this outer shell is probably made of titanium alloy, isn't it?"

If I take this back to Panjiayuan after the competition and sell it as a secondhand high-tech item, I could easily get enough for two hot pot meals!

"Shut the hell up!"

Wang Ye, unable to bear it any longer, kicked Zhang Chulan in the calf.

Sitting next to him, Zhuge Qing had already elegantly placed the earphones behind his ears.

He waved his folding fan, smiling as he looked at Zhang Chulan:

"Old Zhang, this headset is a kind of magical artifact. Forcibly disassembling it will cause it to explode."

"Damn it, this is the evil capitalism, is it trying to protect against thieves?!"

Zhang Chulan reluctantly put the earphones on his ears.

Just as everyone was putting on their equipment.

"Squeak."

An unsettling cracking sound came from the corner.

Zhang Chulan suddenly turned his head.

Feng Baobao was holding the earphone, staring at it with her big eyes for a while.

Then, quite naturally, she mistook it for some kind of nut and popped it directly into her mouth.

The upper and lower teeth click together.

She had bitten a piece off the earphone shell!

"Sister Bao'er! Please be kind with your words!"

Zhang Chulan pounced like a hungry tiger and forcefully pried the saliva-covered earphone out of Feng Baobao's mouth.

"These are for wearing on your ears, not for grinding your teeth! Can't you use your sharp teeth appropriately for the occasion?!"

Feng Baobao smacked her lips in sudden realization:

"Oh, no wonder it has no flavor. I thought it was some kind of new chocolate bean."

Looking at the chaotic group of juniors, Zhang Tianyi lazily yawned.

He didn't even open the box; he simply rested his chin on his hand and stared with interest at the kimono-clad man on the central platform.

"Master, why aren't you wearing it?" Zhang Chulan asked, puzzled, as he wiped Feng Baobao's drool.

"Wear my ass."

Zhang Tianyi pursed her lips:

"These kinds of official speeches are just the same few phrases over and over again. Things like 'friendship first' and 'common development'."

"Even if you cover your ears, you can guess what he's going to say next. Listening to it too much can affect your appetite."

As it turned out, Zhang Tianyi's judgment was absolutely accurate.

As the simultaneous interpretation equipment was activated, the kimono-clad man's voice finally became clear Chinese.

"...In this era full of challenges and opportunities, we, the Great Japanese Ijin community, have always upheld the Bushido spirit of openness, inclusiveness, and peace."

"Today, we will use our most precious treasures to inspire the younger generation around the world. We hope that in the upcoming discussions, we can stop short of making direct comments and explore a new chapter in human evolution together..."

These words were spoken with such righteous indignation and were deeply moving.

"Tsk tsk."

Zhuge Qing waved his fan rapidly, looked at Zhang Chulan, and smiled:

"These bastards talk such high-sounding words, but only you, Old Zhang, can rival their shamelessness."

"Hey, hey, Lao Qing, your personal attacks are pointless. I'm just a straightforward person," Zhang Chulan retorted shamelessly.

The opening remarks were long and boring.

During this time, the members of the Chinese team began to discreetly observe the other delegations around them.

The venue lights swept back and forth across the various rest areas.

Each time the hologram scans an area, the logo of that country's team appears on the holographic projection.

"Old Wang, look over there."

Zhuge Qing pointed with his folding fan towards a VIP viewing platform directly north.

There sat a group of well-dressed Europeans.

On the frontmost single sofa sat a young British man wearing a tuxedo and gold-rimmed glasses.

The young man was holding a teacup.

Strangely, he didn't even lift the teapot with his hands.

A pot of boiling hot black tea transformed into a crystal-clear stream of water, which swam through the air like a serpent.

"The European Emerald Society, a fusion of magic and alchemy."

Wang Ye's eyes sharpened. "That must be their captain, Sherko. His micro-management of water is incredibly precise and shows a very solid foundation."

Look to the side.

In the area designated for the Tsarist Russian delegation, a group of men dressed in suits and with robust physiques stood out.

There was one girl in the team who stood out.

"That girl is so pretty, she looks like an elf."

Zhang Chulan stared at her for a long time, even waving to greet her.

Zhang Lingyu couldn't stand it any longer.

He quickly stopped Zhang Chulan's actions.

Just as everyone was looking around.

A blinding searchlight shone on the area where the U.S. delegation was located.

Zhang Chulan froze the moment his gaze swept over that area.

"Holy crap?!"

He rubbed his eyes, pointed in that direction, and looked surprised:

"Old Wang! Old Qing! Look who that grandson is!"

Following Zhang Chulan's finger, I looked in that direction.

In Behemoth's coaching position.

A blond, blue-eyed man was sitting there, dressed in a tight-fitting tactical uniform.

He wore a sunny, confident smile.

It was none other than the superhero Shaun, who had been devastated by the collapse of his faith on Nathan Island!

"He...wasn't he betrayed on the island, his Dao heart shattered, turning him into a cripple?!"

Wang Ye also looked like he'd seen a ghost:

"How come he's already so energetic again after only a few days?! And judging from his demeanor and spirit, he's even more formidable than when he was on the island?!"