Yang Qinglan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Li Changzhou had already reprimanded her without any politeness: "Idiot, if you call yourself that in real life, how are you going to hide it?"

"What did you say about me?!" Li Qianxia knew her brother was right, but she still argued back.

"You might as well use 'Idiot' as your code name." Li Changzhou wasn't going to be polite to his sister. He wasn't forgetful; he still remembered the thirty yuan.

Li Qianxia took a big bite and ate all of Li Changzhou's remaining ice cream cone.

"My...my sister is so cute!" Li Changzhou patted the broken ice cream cone that had fallen onto his pants.

Seeing that he wanted to swear but held back, Yang Qinglan praised him, "Not bad, you were able to get rid of the habit of swearing in just one time."

Speaking of this, Li Changzhou asked curiously, "Do you simply dislike swear words, or is there some story behind it?"

“A cultured and polite person would not tolerate speaking recklessly and hurting others.”

“You not only ‘don’t tolerate yourself,’ but you also don’t allow others to swear.”

Yang Qinglan did not answer and lowered her gaze.

Li Changzhou looked at her long eyelashes, which cast shadows on her eyes.

Li Qianxia glanced at the two of them, preparing to change the subject, when Yang Qinglan raised her eyes and said:

“From the very first time I participated in the value game, I clearly felt that my humanity was being challenged, so... at least in some aspects, I wanted to restrain myself with human morality.”

"That's good, it's good that you don't swear." Li Qianxia looked at her brother, "Right, bro?"

“I’m fine with it,” Li Changzhou said with a smile.

Yang Qinglan smiled and said, "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me." Li Qianxia finished her last bite of her Cornetto.

"This is my whim, though it's in a civilized way," Yang Qinglan explained, then asked, "Qianxia, ​​have you decided what to call her?"

“Hmm—” Li Qianxia raised her head and looked at the ceiling of the cafeteria.

Sitting in the air-conditioned cafeteria, looking out the window, I saw fluffy white clouds and a sky as blue as a painting.

Li Changzhou stared blankly out the window. The sun was blazing; it was summer, just a week into the new school term.

"I've got it!"

Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze: "Little Li?"

"Go away...you're so handsome." As expected of Li Changzhou's sister, Li Qianxia changed her tune quickly. "How about I use the vampire gun and call myself 'Vampire Queen'?"

"...You siblings have a very good relationship." Yang Qinglan said meaningfully.

Li Changzhou felt that she was cursing.

"Yes, even though we often argue, even in my dreams, when my brother breaks his leg and can't walk, I'm the one pushing his wheelchair."

"You speak so sweetly." Li Changzhou kicked her shoe.

Li Qianxia chuckled happily.

“The title ‘Vampire Queen’ is too long. How about ‘Mosquito’?” Yang Qinglan suggested.

"Wenzi? Sounds like a Japanese girl."

"Mosquitoes."

"What about me?" Li Changzhou couldn't help but try to revise his embarrassing past. "'Wolf,' no, how about 'Owl'?"

"Okay, King of Black Mist!" Mosquito slapped his brother's shoulder hard.

“No problem, King of Black Mist,” Yang Qinglan replied with a smile.

Li Changzhou stopped talking, muttering to himself, saying things like "thirty yuan," "cute," and "heartless woman."

After joking around for a while, Yang Qinglan stopped smiling and said seriously:

"Everyone must not underestimate the enemy. If we can reach a value of 2, there must be others who can too. Think about it carefully, what should we do if we encounter a team just like us? One sniper with a rifle; one who can howl like a wolf and is fast enough to dodge bullets; and me."

"Hmm." Li Changzhou had the same thought: one must be confident in one's own strength, but not underestimate one's opponent.

"Understood, Captain!" Li Qianxia saluted.

“I’m not the captain.” Yang Qinglan gently shook her head.

"Captain! I have another suggestion!"

"explain."

And you still say you're not the captain? Listen to your tone, look at your arrogant attitude!

"I suggest we leave tomorrow night. That way we can wear an extra layer of clothing, and if we come back a little dirty, no one will notice!"

“Good idea, then let’s do it at 8 pm.” Yang Qinglan nodded.

“In that case,” Li Qianxia chuckled, “how about we go see a movie together after this? As a celebration.”

Li Changzhou, unable to bear it any longer, tapped her on the head: "I told you! Don't say unlucky things like 'If we win, we'll go back to our hometown and get married'!"

"You've finally spoken your mind! You want to go back to your hometown and get married with Qinglan!"

"Spit out the Cornetto I gave you!"