If everyone is reborn, who will work for capital?

Chapter 42 Going Undercover

It was 6:50 p.m. on Saturday, and it was already dark.

Geng Zhi and Li Haipeng arrived at the "Fate Match" event location right on time.

The two even wore matching dark-colored pants for convenience during the subsequent procedures.

As planned, Geng Zhi first used Zhao Dezhi's campus card to register and enter the venue, so as to understand the internal situation and how the activities would be conducted.

Then he would slip out wearing a mask, hand over his coat and mask to Li Haipeng in the bathroom, let Li Haipeng sneak in, and take the opportunity to add a bunch of QQ friends.

The event was held in a rented room on the second floor of the commercial plaza outside the North Gate.

The activity room was surrounded by lively neighborhoods, with a billiard hall on one side and a roller skating rink on the other.

Geng Zhi walked up to the second floor alone, and couldn't help but frown as soon as he reached the door.

The music in the activity room was already blasting, the energetic drumbeats making the floor tremble. The lights were dimmed, with a few colorful ball lights rotating and casting dappled patterns of light, giving it a cheap disco feel.

The registration area was set up at the entrance, where two girls were in charge of registering people. Some students, both male and female, were already entering.

"Excuse me, student, please show me your student ID." A girl wearing a purple hoodie looked up, her voice half-drunk by the music.

Geng Zhi remained calm and composed, taking out Zhao Dezhi's bank card and handing it over.

The lighting was dim and the music was loud. The girl in purple only glanced at the card briefly, checked the name against the registration form, and then returned the card.

"Alright. Classmate, will you bring your own mask or buy one of our association's standard masks?" the girl asked.

"I'll buy yours." Geng Zhi pulled out a ten-dragon banknote from his pocket.

The girl took the money and took out a white full-face mask from under the table and handed it to her.

Honestly, upon first touch, it feels like a flimsy, hard plastic, with some rough edges, and the elastic band at the wearing point also looks cheap.

This is just a small thing, and you're charging ten yuan for it?

This association is generating revenue!

"Huh...you, aren't you that...?"

Another girl wearing a black FILA long-sleeved T-shirt suddenly leaned over, stared at Geng Zhi's straightforward face, and said with a hint of uncertain surprise.

Geng Zhi turned his head to look.

The girl is tall and her features are not clearly visible in the dim light, but her facial features are clear and soft, and she is the kind of girl who grows on you the more you look at her.

He was certain he didn't know the other person, so he simply nodded politely in response. He then took the number sticker from the girl in purple, put on his mask, and turned to walk into the dimly lit activity room.

As soon as he entered, low chuckles rang out from the registration area.

"Beibei, you're something else!" Yang Mingxia, the girl in purple, nudged the girl in black with her elbow, winking at her. "You've already struck up a conversation? You have good taste! That guy had a great physique and presence!"

"Oh, Mingxia, no!" The girl called Shu Beibei shook her head, her brows furrowed, trying hard to remember. "I really think he looks familiar...he looks a lot like someone!"

Suddenly, a thought struck her: "Mingxia, isn't his surname Geng?"

Yang Mingxia pushed the registration form in front of Shu Beibei, pointing to the signature section: "Look, his name is Zhao Dezhi. And you know what? His handwriting is quite elegant; he lives up to his name!"

"Zhao Dezhi?" Shu Beibei frowned. "But his name should be Geng Zhi!"

"No, do you really know this person? Or have you mistaken them for someone else?" Yang Mingxia was a little more serious this time.

"I went to that startup pitch before the National Day holiday, and there was a computer science student who got first place, and he looks exactly like him! Height, face shape..." Shu Beibei became more and more certain as she spoke, "His voice sounded just now too! It's definitely him!"

"So you mean... he used Zhao Dezhi's place without permission?" Yang Mingxia glanced at the application form again. "Coincidentally, Zhao Dezhi is also from the Computer Science Department."

Seeing that Shu Beibei was still in a daze, Yang Mingxia moved closer: "So what should we do? Should we expose him?"

"Don't call him out on it." A knowing smile suddenly appeared on Shu Beibei's face. "I know why he's here."

"Yeah... I'm fed up with this lousy association too, it's boring, I don't even want to do it anymore." Yang Mingxia pouted, "Especially you, you're getting the short end of the stick!"

Shu Beibei and Yang Mingxia are both students in the School of Literature. Their original intention in joining this friendship association was to improve their organizational and coordination skills as well as their ability to express themselves in public.

But when I arrived, I found it was completely different from what I had imagined. The participants were either clueless freshmen or seasoned veterans who frequented various social events, and the atmosphere was often so awkward that people would scratch their toes.

Shu Beibei was even more wronged.

She was originally a strong contender for the position of host for departmental events, but the association offered her the job first, so she declined.

When she arrived, the promised hosting position was quickly replaced by the president's "own people," and she ended up only registering at the sign-in area.

"Sigh... I'll just finish this shift first." Shu Beibei sighed, glanced into the noisy activity room, shook her head, and started scrolling through her phone.

Inside the activity room, the female host, dressed in a little dress, spoke again through the microphone: "Now we move on to the second segment—riddles! Those who guess correctly will receive a mystery prize!"

She pulled out a card, glanced at it, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, and read it aloud:

"The first riddle is quite interesting; it only has four characters—'Men have long legs.' Guess a type of Western dessert."

Men and women wearing various masks were either deep in thought or whispering among themselves.

"Long legs...that means 'tall,' right? What does that have to do with desserts?"

"People in the Netherlands, Denmark, and Norway are tall. What do they like to eat? Cheese? Herring? That doesn't seem like a dessert..."

"Is it a pun? Does the word 'legs' sound like a certain food ingredient?"

……

Four or five minutes passed, and the crowd came up with dozens of answers, including "long cream puffs," "Danish rolls," and "donuts," all of which were rejected by the host with a smile.

"Host, give me a hint!" a boy shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Okay, here's a hint," the female host said with a smile, "Two words: girls generally love to eat this."

"That means desserts!"

"The key point is 'men have long legs,' not women! What do men have that's 'long,' and can even be made into desserts?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking about that too, what things are unique to men?"

"I know!" A short man with an unusually deep, resonant voice, sounding like a middle-aged man, suddenly raised his hand and confidently shouted the answer, "Cake!"

"cake?"

Many people repeated it subconsciously, some still looked confused, while others instantly realized what it meant and burst into laughter.

"Egg...high? Oh—!"

"Congratulations to boy number 35 for answering correctly!" the host announced loudly, suppressing a laugh. "Remember to come back and collect your mystery gift after the event!"

As soon as the first riddle ended, the host immediately said, "Now for the second riddle, it's still four words—'Women have long legs.' Guess a type of cosmetic."

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Geng Zhi immediately guessed the answer when he heard the riddle, and immediately felt that the event's style was really worrying.

He shook his head, losing interest in continuing to observe. He sent Li Haipeng a text message saying "Prepare for handover," then pretended to go to the restroom and turned to walk towards the door of the activity room.

Just as he stepped out of the activity room and was about to turn towards the restrooms, a clear female voice called out to him from behind:

"upright!"