Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant-Chapter 492 - 327: Celebrity Effect_3

Ji Xinghuo said approvingly, "You’ve really got an eye for detail, just like someone who’s mixed in the Star Realm."

"Damn, your words are so annoying now," Wu Qifeng rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Hahaha..."

Ji Xinghuo laughed out loud.

It was indeed more relaxing to interact with familiar people. Wu Qifeng was a Mutant and a former classmate, so they could speak freely.

Next, the groomsmen and bridesmaids arrived.

The last groomsman was one of Lu Yunhai’s high school classmates, having grown up together, though they didn’t attend the same university. He was admitted to a top-tier university and, after graduating, joined a finance company in Chang’an, excelling in both his studies and career.

But he wasn’t a Mutant and didn’t feel confident in front of Ji Xinghuo, speaking cautiously.

The three bridesmaids were all beautiful: one was Fang Yinpeng’s sister, and the other two were her friends and classmates.

Everyone changed into their custom formal attire, divided up tasks, and then took photos together.

Ji Xinghuo noticed that the three bridesmaids were frequently stealing glances at him.

Not just them, but everyone’s attention seemed to gravitate toward him wherever he went, making him the center of attention, and his every action drew people’s eyes.

If he didn’t speak, people took it for granted.

When he engaged in pleasant conversation, people were pleasantly surprised and quickly agreed.

Sometimes, just a few joking words from him could make everyone laugh heartily, even when the jokes weren’t that funny.

He found the feeling nice but also quite boring.

Ji Xinghuo didn’t care what others thought or how they looked at him; he did what he had to do, fulfilling his duty as a groomsman. That evening, the Fang family invited everyone for dinner as a thank-you, including the other groomsmen and bridesmaids.

Halfway through dinner, the hotel manager came over to greet Ji Xinghuo and, as a result, waived Lu Yunhai’s venue fee.

The Fang family members beamed with pride and delight.

Ji Xinghuo stayed at the hotel that night, granting them this favor, and the wedding procession began at the break of dawn the next day.

In the 23rd century, the marriage rate was very low.

However, those who chose to marry treated it as a momentous event in their lives. The more affluent and influential the family, the more grandiose the ceremony, with vintage wedding rituals reaching their pinnacle, amalgamating traditions from all dynasties, the complexity of which was daunting.

One ritual after another unfolded, taking five to six hours from morning to noon, leaving people dizzy and confused.

Ji Xinghuo played his part dutifully, following the procedure.

He kept a low profile throughout, yet still drew everyone’s attention.

As soon as someone heard he was Ji Xinghuo, they became more interested in him than the bride and groom, either casting frequent glances his way or taking the opportunity during ceremonial breaks to strike up a conversation and ask for photos.

As long as it didn’t disrupt the wedding, Ji Xinghuo obliged with photos, not rejecting people outright.

This was also why Lu Yunhai had asked him to be a groomsman.

It was a face-lifting gesture, a chance to gain some prestige.

By noon, most of the wedding procession was over, and the invited guests had gradually arrived, entering the residence.

The central hall was festive and lively, with over a hundred tables laid out for the banquet.

Ji Xinghuo finally had some downtime and sat down with Wu Qifeng to rest. Wu Qifeng complained, "Yunhai’s wedding is lively, but it’s also so troublesome. If getting married involves all this hassle, who would dare to marry?"

"You don’t have to go for a retro wedding; you can also have a simpler modern wedding," Ji Xinghuo shook his head.

"It’s still best not to marry at all," Wu Qifeng replied. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

He was good-looking with a tall and sturdy physique, never short of girlfriends during university, switching girlfriends each semester, and sometimes even more frequently.

"Do you have a girlfriend now?" Ji Xinghuo asked.

"Yeah," Wu Qifeng said proudly, "and not just one, hehe..." He held up three fingers.

Ji Xinghuo was silent for a few seconds before cursing, "Player."

"It’s a consensual thing, falling in love," Wu Qifeng unabashedly retorted, "and I haven’t hidden anything; they all know about each other. I haven’t neglected them; they’re free to leave me at any time. It’s not illegal."

"But three is too many," Ji Xinghuo felt like asking for advice but didn’t know how to broach the subject.

"This is nothing," Wu Qifeng whispered, "I heard about someone who dates more than a dozen girlfriends at the same time, bought a big villa, and set up his own harem, tsk tsk..."

Ji Xinghuo’s interest was immediately piqued.

Just as he was about to inquire further, Wu Qifeng suddenly changed the topic, enviously saying, "You probably have no interest; no number of girlfriends can compare to a Sword Immortal. If I had a girlfriend like a Sword Immortal, I wouldn’t even glance at other women, and no matter how tedious the wedding rituals, I’d be willing to go through them every month."

"Cough..." Ji Xinghuo nearly choked.

Wu Qifeng asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Ji Xinghuo regained his composure, not giving anything away, and asked, "Did Yunhai invite other classmates to the wedding?"

"He invited all the close ones," Wu Qifeng replied, "Lots of classmates saw the invitation in the group chat and said they’d come. Some are even flying back from abroad. Probably half the class will be there, along with our advisor and teachers."

He gave a chuckle, "Attending the wedding is just an excuse; they really want to see you."

"Let them see, it’ll make things more lively. It’s been a long time since graduation anyway," Ji Xinghuo said indifferently.

As they spoke, guests began to arrive.

"Ji Xinghuo!"

"Damn, he really came..."

Several classmates, not yet seated, were overjoyed upon seeing Ji Xinghuo and Wu Qifeng sitting at the table and immediately came over.

Ji Xinghuo stood up to greet his classmates and, having graduated less than three years ago, naturally remembered their names.