Lu Yu Chen was tongue-tied . He was a guy with some violent tendencies, how would he be familiar with intricacies like these? And so, he poked the daydreaming Tan Lu En beside him: âOi, give some suggestions!â
Tan Lu En widened his eyes . He looked at Xuan Mo, then back a Lu Yu Chen, whose eyes were large and scary, and then he suddenly smiled: âWhy do I feel like an inept advisor . â
âYou are! Hurry! Come up with something, the worse the idea, the better!â
Tan Lu En thought for a moment with his head lowered, saying: âThere are lots of ways . Even if I donât come up with one, thereâs tons online⌠whatâs important is that we need to solve this issue correctly, so, we need toâŚâ
âAye! You will be victorious as long as you know yourself and your enemy and whatnot quotes, if shouldnât have asked you . â Lu Yu Chen immediately got what he was getting at, he wasnât an idiot . And so, he sent him a look of disdainâŚ
âJin Ping, female, twenty-three, H Uni Chinese Studies, Year Three . 1 . 5cm, forty-eight kilograms, has parents and a younger brother at home, her family doesnât know about this⌠her brother might have some inkling . Hobbies include shopping, buying things, reading novels, magazines, and goes to online forums, hodgepodges and various beauty products websites and taobao often . Once was a waitress at Yuren Wharf as a part-time job . She met Lu Jian Hua three months ago and made it official two months ago . She claimed to be outgoing, but that was to be determined . She has two friends she was close to, they were in her dormitory, and they know about thisâŚâ
Xuan Mo rambled on as though a robot . Despite the amount of content she was divulging, it didnât make her out to appear knowledgeable, rather, she seemed like an FBI, CIA, and like someone who came out of the public security bureau evenâŚ
âI still have detailed information on her close friends and family, still need it?â She looked at the two of them as she asked, not even panting after speaking so much in one go .
âEhâŚâ they werenât exactly paying attention in the beginning, âno needâŚâ even if they did it wouldnât give them further clues .
âOk, so whereâs your solution thatâd kill two birds with one stone?â
âCough . â Lu Yu Chen looked at Tan Lu En .
Tan Lu En looked up at the sky . He could feel that the pair of siblings were watching him . And so, he complained to Lu Yu Chen: âWerenât you the one that said it, why are you looking at me, I didnât say anything!â
âIf youâre still my bro then unleash your treacherous and sly side! Why hide it?! Do you still have any image to protect in front of my sis?!â Lu Yu Chen raged .
He didnât know if he had any image to look after when Lu Yu Chenâs sis was present, but whether Xuan Mo was still his sis was another thing⌠Tan Lu En didnât know why, but he didnât want Xuan Mo to become a person thatâs sly or cruel, or whatever it was they used to describe crafty people .
It seemed that the girl a certain someone had a tinge of feelings for had never bothered to hide her ruthless, violent sideâŚ
Topping the strange gaze of the driver, the three of them reached the Arts building in H Uni . The Chinese Studies course had many gorgeous female students . Despite the fact that it was winter, they were dressed in clothes that bore little warmth . As such, many other students in an attempt to get themselves an eyeful trailed in their wake .
It was a Monday afternoon . Other than the students who still had lessons during their third or forth period, the majority of the students had exited . Lu Yu Chenâs first reaction was to ask someone if they knew Jin Ping . However, Xuan Mo headed straight in without hesitation . She walked past the classroom building, parade square, garden, canteen, and headed straight for the dorms .
In front of an worn down building wrapped in withered vines, girls entered and exited in chatter and laughter . Those that noticed Lu Yu Chen and Tan Lu En gave them another look before their conversations became even merrier .
Xuan Mo looked at the two, turning back: âSheâs in three one five dorm . You guys decide how to do the two birds one stone thing . â
She emphasised the two birds one stone . If it werenât for that then sheâd long have went ahead to create a crime scene .
The two guys discussed for a while before coming to a conclusion that made Xuan Mo want to vomit blood: âLetâs negotiate with her first!â
âNegotiate?!â Scorpions had no such concept⌠if an issue had escalated to the point where a negotiation was necessary, theyâd usually have their foreign affairs to send an ultimatum, then those who agreed lived, those who didnât died . âUseless!â Violence was the most straightforward way of doing things, negotiation and whatnot were pointless .
âWe know that it definitely wonât be easy either . I donât know the lady is sticking herself to my dad, but whatever the case is, she definitely wonât be someone thatâs easy to get rid of . Though my dad said that heâd break things off cleanly with her⌠like hell Iâll believe that! Even if we want to make a move, itâd have to be after things fall out, else weâd be in the wrong . â
From Xuan Moâs memories, the females that carried offsprings with subpar genetic makeup would get rid of the child on their own⌠sheâs actually never seen a case where they donât get rid of it . Hence when she met this lady who not only didnât want to get rid of the child but use it as coercion, she was absolutely shook and puzzled . However, she knew that there was too large a disparity between the two civilisations . Itâs just that sheâs not seeing eye to eye with this subpar genetic makeup offspring, hence decided to make a move .
But now, they had to negotiate with this person who had violated the law (?) knowingly? This lady should already count herself lucky that she didnât shoot her dead!
Xuan Mo shrugged, no talking . After a while, she said: âSheâs coming down . â
The two guys paused . When they saw three chattering girls exiting the building, the two of them almost went crazy as she shouted synonymously: âAre you an FBI! How did you know that!?â
Xuan Mo didnât make any comment once again .
Jin Ping didnât notice the three of them standing by the side, and instead headed straight toward the canteen with her friends with light and happy steps .
âDidnât Uncle Lu buy her a house, whyâs she still staying in school . Whoâs she putting up an act for?â
âWhat? Dad got her a house?!â Lu Yu Chen didnât know that, so when he heard the news, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets . At that, he cracked his knuckles, âthat girl, you watch this! Iâmma kill her!â
Xuan Mo pointed at Lu Yu Chen in confidence: âThatâs why I said to just finish the child instead of suffering like this . â
âYou still want to finish off the child!â The two guys almost cried . They promptly ignored her and turned to tail Jin Ping .
Xuan Mo trailed after them slowly, her hands itchy .
The two boys discussed together for a while before Tan Lu En walked forward and patted Jin Pingâs shoulders, his smile vibrant: âSister*!â
* ĺ§ĺ§ (jie jie) = older sister; can also be used to call females (whom you may not be familiar with) older than you, this term is much more endearing though (but generally people, especially adults, donât use this, because they might risk being glared at by the female for calling them old)
Just as Jin Ping turned around, Lu Yu Chen turned too and blocked Xuan Mo . He grabbed her: âLetâs go . â
Xuan Mo wasnât paying attention to what they had been discussing . Now that sheâd been pulled aside, she could only stare at him .
âLetâs find an eatery near school for dinner . â
âOh . â
âAs a girl, youâll have an advantage, itâs time for you to shine later on, so set her up verbally, got it?â
ââŚenh?â
Lu Yu Chen turned to look at Xuan Mo: âYou canât hit her, so at least set some verbal traps, you know how to do that at least, right?â
âWhatâs that?â
Lu Yu Chenâs choking expression was cinema-ready, perfect for a scene straight out of a horror movie . Yet Xuan Moâs curious expression was so innocent he couldnât find it in him to curse . And so, he could only breathe deeply, and then breathe deeply again, before he lowered his head in defeat: âForget it, Iâll do the setting up!â