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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　The queue at the VIP entrance became longer and longer as more guests arrived, and all chose to wait patiently instead of entering the venue. Not all the important guests were guardians, but even those who were ordinary people had enough tact to wait instead of stepping out of line.

　　"What's happening?" The young employee asked as she witnessed the bizarre scene.

　　"Haha, they are just scared." Mr. Kong lit up a cigarette for himself.

　　"Why are we stopped?" A young obese man wearing a fur coat started to lose his patience. Most of them had calculated their time of arrival to tightly match that of the festival start time, so they were at risk of running late.

　　"The people ahead are not moving for some reason, I wonder why," A man asked after choosing to stay silent all this time.

　　"Let me go ask," The obese man looked at his new girlfriend, who was growing impatient by the second, and made his way ahead of the queue.

　　"h.e.l.lo, may I ask what we're waiting for?" The young man approached a woman with heavy make-up.

　　"Don't you see that the people ahead of us aren't moving?" The woman complained.

　　"Will you shut up and just wait quietly?" The woman's partner glanced at her and scolded.

　　"Well, the show's about to start soon. We can't just sit here and wait forever, can we?" The young man asked.

　　"Well, you see that guy in white ahead of the queue? He's the biggest sponsor of this show. Maybe you can go ask him?" The man pointed at Yun Yiyuan.

　　"Alright." The young man glanced at his girlfriend, who looked at him expectantly, and somehow managed to muster the courage to have a try.

　　"Sir, I'd like to know, what are we all waiting for? The festival is about to start…" The man squeezed himself to the front of the queue.

　　"Oh?" Yun Yiyuan seemed amused. "We're waiting in line, of course."

　　"But… there's no one ahead of you…" The young man looked at the entrance and only saw a few staff members and the security guard, who all looked very confused.

　　"Isn't there another one?" Ying Mei, who stood next to Yun Yiyuan, chuckled and pointed at Mr. Kong.

　　"Him?" The young man observed the man who was smoking.