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Date: October 7
Chapter 166: The Wind Rises
"Ah, the sticker on my bag fell off. Can you help me fix it?" In the Activity Room at noon, Liu Lianyue took out her bag and tossed it in front of Yang Xiaoyou, along with a chibi cat sticker.
Seeing this fellow's action, Yang Xiaoyou felt unusually powerless. Ever since he demonstrated his 'dexterity' while defusing bombs, Liu Lianyue had been throwing similar problems directly onto his lap.
"Seriously, with how rich your family is, you could just buy a new one," he complained as he took the bag and pulled out some needles and thread from the drawer in the Activity Room to start mending it.
"Saving money has nothing to do with being rich," Liu Lianyue said, resting her chin on her hand as she sat across the table. Then, while Yang Xiaoyou was busy working, she stealthily snatched his lunch.
"Hey, that's too much! I'm helping you out and you're stealing my food!" Looking at Liu Lianyue, who had already started on his lunch, Yang Xiaoyou felt a surge of frustration; this was all nutritious food.
"I'm giving you some of mine, aren't I? Hehe, if I had known you made this yourself, I would have taken action sooner. If you don't want me to steal from you, then bring double portions next time." Enjoying the contents of Yang Xiaoyou's extra-large bento box, Liu Lianyue mumbled through a mouthful while gesturing with her hands to indicate two portions.
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou rolled his eyes. He could manage just fine on his own, but just as he was about to refuse stubbornly, Liu Lianyue's next words shattered his resolve completely.
"I'll cover the materials."
"Deal." Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou's expression softened significantly, and he readily agreed.
It was too much hassle to transfer money from Nobunaga Hideyoshi for living expenses; he usually relied on the allowance sent by his parents. To ensure he maintained proper nutrition, he really had to budget carefully and occasionally mooch meals from Feng Lin and the Qimenglu Family.
As for integrity—better to toss that aside.
"By the way, the new security guards at school seem pretty intimidating. It's best not to provoke them; I really don't know where they found these people," Liu Lianyue suddenly recalled something and said while eating.
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou glanced at her. Given Liu Lianyue's personal abilities, she was already quite outstanding. If her injuries were healed, although she might still be slightly inferior to the elite group he had recruited, she was definitely superior to ordinary skilled mercenaries.
The downside was her lack of real combat experience. With her abilities, it was normal for her to notice something off about that group from the Hive Security Company.
"They're professional mercenaries brought in from Europe, including survivors from the 617 incident. They helped us escape," said Liang Wuxuan, who entered the Activity Room without warning. She cast a flirtatious glance at Yang Xiaoyou as she spoke.
Then she naturally walked behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and bending down to watch him sew. Her ample bosom occasionally pressed against his shoulders.
Feeling the soft touch on her shoulder and inhaling the faint fragrance wafting through the air, Yang Xiaoyou found herself feeling a bit parched. It also reminded her of some rather enticing scenes that had unfolded beneath the Comprehensive Building last time.
At present, she was indeed keeping her promise, showing no signs of external expression. However, the scene before her made Yang Xiaoyou feel a mix of discomfort and enjoyment, while also sensing a hint of trouble; the Demoness was not so easy to take advantage of.
Indeed, last time, taking advantage of a rare opportunity, she had established a certain understanding with the Demoness, which allowed her to seize some initiative. Demonstrating her strength in front of her was also a significant deterrent.
Yet this cunning Demoness was inherently bold. Although the likelihood of crossing her bottom line was minimal, it was still difficult for Yang Xiaoyou to grasp her usual behavior.
As for the more intimate gestures she displayed towards Yang Xiaoyou, even if they differed from how she interacted with others, they could hardly be categorized as 'romantic.' The nature of their relationship felt somewhat strange.
Meanwhile, Liu Lianyue watched as Liang Wuxuan made a move that caused a piece of steak he intended to eat to fall into the lunchbox.
Previously, due to issues related to their play, Liang Wuxuan and Yang Xiaoyou had shared an exhilarating kiss that at least had some context. However, this current action left Liu Lianyue feeling odd and a bit displeased.
Nevertheless, she quickly suppressed that strange emotion and spoke in a somewhat peculiar tone, "When did you two become so close? You two aren't... are you?"
Regardless, Liu Lianyue couldn't reconcile the stark differences between the two people before her. Even having witnessed their kiss firsthand didn't help her believe it.
If Liang Wuxuan were merely toying with Yang Xiaoyou's feelings, she might have been able to accept that.
"What's wrong with us? Relax; it's not what you think. We're not dating or anything," Liang Wuxuan waved dismissively at Liu Lianyue.
Hearing this eased Liu Lianyue's mind slightly. As Yang Xiaoyou's superior, she felt obligated to ensure that her subordinate wasn't being deceived in matters of the heart.
"If we had to label our relationship, I guess it would be 'Friends with Benefits,'" Liang Wuxuan said playfully while snapping his fingers and winking at Liu Lianyue.
"Pfft."
"Cough cough, ah!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Lianyue spat out what she had in her mouth, while Yang Xiaoyou—who had been sewing something—choked and accidentally pricked herself with the needle.
Seeing their reactions brought a mischievous smile to Liang Wuxuan's face.
In Tokyo, Japan, within a luxurious high-end establishment:
"Cough cough cough! Has the establishment not arrived yet?" An emaciated old man lay weakly on a hospital bed surrounded by several stern-looking men in suits.
“Lord Shinoda Kenichi has recently been charged by the prosecution for illegal possession of weapons, so it seems unlikely he will make it here,” said a man in a black suit, his appearance somewhat effeminate, as he smiled lightly.
Although he referred to the other Shinoda Kenichi as "Lord," his expression revealed a lack of respect.
“Takahashi Kiyoshi, was this your doing?” asked a frail old man. Despite his near-death appearance, he still exuded an air of authority, and his once-dull eyes now sparkled with sharpness.
“Fifth Generation, even you need evidence when questioning the core members of the organization. Now that Lord Shinoda Kenichi is certainly unable to come, you should take advantage of your clear mind while you still can and designate another candidate for the Sixth Generation,” another person chimed in.
The others in the room remained silent in response to the confrontation between the two.
“I never expected someone would step foot in this country,” Mo Wenfu thought as he stood by the hotel window, gazing at the vibrant night market below. A self-deprecating smile crossed his face, and a glint of sharpness flickered in his eyes.
As a veteran military member, he harbored considerable disdain for this country. However, he understood that unlike Vietnam, this nation was indeed quite impressive in terms of national strength and its approach to affairs.
With this operation targeting this country, he felt compelled to perform well. According to the mysterious Mr. Yi, it seemed that the exceptionally capable Silver-Haired Xin Niang had also set her sights here, supporting a candidate completely different from his own faction.
Ah, it's raining again; my rhinitis is acting up. Wiping away tears, I’ve been running around naked for almost a month now and still haven’t received any notice for next week. It looks like tragedy awaits again.
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