Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“By the way, how did your checking of the materials go?” Lonemoon thought for a moment and changed the topic.
“Didn’t get anything.” Shen Ying shook her head. She had searched the entire materials room of the administrative committee, there was absolutely nothing about the monitor. It seems like that title was something that Yu Heng formed out of his imagination.
“I also helped you asked those managers playing mahjong.” Lonemoon darted a look at her and said, “None of them has heard of this term too.”
“Oh.” Shen Ying made a sound in response and continued to sprawl out in the chair like mud.
“What do you plan to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you not intending to continue searching on?” Lonemoon glared at her.
“There’s nothing even in the materials room, who knows, it might just be that person spouting nonsense?”
You’re just lazy, aren’t you?
“Didn’t you mention that this matter could be related to the changes in your body?”
“Mm, possibly.” Shen Ying picked up a piece of pastry, stuffing it into her mouth, she instantly paused for a moment. Seconds after she placed it down again with a usual expression and said, “It’s just a sense, but if there’s nothing in the administrative committee, I can only ask my sister, she has seen a lot of managers.”
“Then ask her!” Lonemoon responded with some anxiousness. “This matter is related to your health, regardless of how scared you are of your sister, you must get to the bottom of it.”
Shen Ying turned and gave him an inexplicable look, alongside a complicated expression.
“What?” Lonemoon felt his goosebumps rise up for some reason.
“Father Niu!” She suddenly sighed. “Now you and Chef are managers.”
“Cut the crap, weren’t you the one who pushed it to us?” Why was she mentioning this?
“Then do you remember why I came to this plane back then?”
“Of course it’s to take charge of the pl…” He suddenly stopped midway as his eyes widened abruptly.
Shen Ying then continued, “I came over to take charge of this plane, but I’m no longer a manager now. Other people might not be able to tell, but my sister definitely can. So what do you think she would do after knowing that I am totally unrelated to this plane now?”
Catch her and bring her back! Absolutely, definitely, undoubtedly!
Lonemoon’s expression darkened, with the extent of Shen Jing’s sis-con, it was impossible that she would allow her to continue wandering around this place.
“This means… Not only can I not take the initiative to ask my sister, I must avoid appearing before her for now!” She explained in all seriousness, then her eyes squinted as she smoothly lifted the plate on the table and passed it over. “What do you think?”
“Mm.” Lonemoon nodded, that made sense, his hand grabbed a piece of pastry. “Then these days we… Pui, damn! Why is this pastry sour?” His tooth was about to fall out!
Shen Ying immediately retracted her hand, feigning obliviousness.
“Did Chef knock the bottle of vinegar over?” Lonemoon downed several cups of tea in a row before he quelled the sourness in his mouth. Turning to look towards the certain person who was still cooking in the kitchen, a thought suddenly came to his mind and he could not help but spoke up. “By the way, about your body, don’t tell me you didn’t tell Chef?”
“Mentioned a little, I didn’t want to worry him so I didn’t go into details.” She looked down at the plate that was evidently below a certain person’s cooking level.
“Since you know he would be worried, you should be even clearer about some other things.” Lonemoon said, his words full of implication.
“Huh?” Shen Ying stared blankly back at him.
“What huh?” Lonemoon glared at her as he pushed the pastries on the table further away before saying with a solemn face. “Tell me honestly, what exactly is your relationship with that Mi Le?”
“Who?”
“Stop pretending!” Lonemoon lifted his brows. “That fellow who waited for you in the materials room.”
“Oh, you mean Flower?”
“…” What the hell Flower, would you die if you don’t give people nicknames?
“Flower should be considered… my classmate.”
“Just a classmate?” Lonemoon narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“If not?”
“I heard from the people from the committee that he…” Before he could finish, he suddenly heard a few beeps, his and Shen Ying’s wristband lit up with a red light simultaneously, at the same time, the plane gate had signs of being activated.
He stood up abruptly. “Is it an intrusion?”
“No.” Shen Ying explained and on this rare occasion, took the initiative to open the plane gate. “It’s someone I called.”
In the next second, a familiar-looking man walked out of the plane gate, looking all handsome in a suit. Lifting his head and looking towards Shen Ying, his lips immediately lifted into a smile, his entire being like the warm sun on a winter afternoon. “Little Ying, I’m here.” It was the Mi Le that they had seen once outside the materials room.
Clang!
The sound of something being broken sounded from behind them. The three turned back instinctively and saw Chef standing at the entrance of the kitchen starting dazedly in their direction, a dish that had just been overturned by his feet.
“Sorry, Master! I’ll make another one.” Chef hurriedly squatted down, slightly panicking as he wanted to pick up the broken pieces of the plate on the floor. He seemed to have been shocked himself, as he had actually forgotten to use his spells.
“Had he been too tired from cooking that his hand trembled? Shen Ying suddenly began to reflect on she’d been too hard on her worker. After some thought she immediately waved her hand, saying, “There’s no need to cook anymore today, Chef, you come here too.”
Yi Qing faltered, his eyes instantly dimming, but he still nodded obediently. “Yes, Master.”
“Are these two your assistants?” Mi Le looked curiously at Lonemoon and Yi Qing.
“Mm.” Shen Ying nodded and continued, “Alright, let’s talk business.”
“Little Ying…” Mi Le’s gaze dulled, he said in a slightly sad tone, “I avoided so many people and so anxiously rushed here to help you. And you’re not even showing me any concern, you didn’t treat me like this in the past.”
“Oh.” Shen Ying darted a look at him. “You want me to show you concern?”
MI Le’s stiffened then recovered immediately. He said with an exceedingly gentle smile, “Sure, sure, sure, anything you say! Whose fault is it that you are my only classmate, when I have made you upset before? But for safety’s sake, at least three!”
“One!” Shen Ying retorted directly.
“Two and a half!”
“One!”
“Two!”
“Two and a half!”
“One!”
“Alright, deal!”
Mi Le: “…”
The corner of his lips twitched as he sighed after a moment and said with a resigned look. “How have I treated you all these years? Are you still not clear? I only have such a small wish, can’t you give in to me just once?”
“No!”
Mi Le panicked and took a step forward, dropped to one knee and grabbed Shen Ying’s hand. “Little Ying…”
Before he could finish, Lonemoon and Yi Qing beside them were at the same time.
“Hold on…” Lonemoon could not help but spoke up and interrupted, while Chef directly pulled Shen Ying into his arms. “Why am I getting more confused the more I listen on, what are you two doing? Acting in a drama?” The kind with an infatuated male lead.
“Huh? You two are…” Instead, Mi Le was stunned. “Has Little Ying not told you about us? We are…”
“Alright!” Shen Ying glanced at him and cut him short. “Say it, what problem do you have now? How do you want me to help you?”
