Hua Jinyue bit a strawberry-flavored lollipop, and her twin ponytails bounced behind her head with her hurried footsteps.
The moment she kicked open the iron door of the rooftop, the rusty door hinges made a harsh squeak.
Bai Zhiye and Ye Fanshuang turned their heads at the same time.
Bai Zhiye's glasses reflected a cold light in the sunlight as she was straightening the wrinkles on the collar of her school uniform; Ye Fanshuang leaned on the railing, impatiently tapping his limited edition sneakers worth five figures on the ground.
"I said, I will handle Qingliu's affairs." Ye Fanshuang hugged his arms, and the diamond bracelet on his wrist sparkled in the sun.
She specially applied Dior's new lip gloss today, and her rosy lips were pressed into a straight line.
Bai Zhiye pushed up his glasses, his almond-shaped eyes behind the lenses cold as ice: "Use your Ye family's bodyguards? They'll make too much noise."
"That's better than a nerd like you—"
"Shut up." Hua Jinyue bit the lollipop with a crunch, and pink sugar residue stuck to the corners of her lips.
She took out her cell phone and called up the hospital photos she had secretly taken this morning - Ye Qingliu's pale face was sunken in the snow-white pillow, his right hand was in a heavy plaster cast, and his gray-blue eyes were dull.
The air froze instantly. Ye Fanshuang's nails dug into Bai Zhiye's palm, causing wrinkles on her phone.
"Ning Xiuyan, right?" Hua Jinyue accurately tossed the candy stick into the trash can three meters away and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her school uniform pocket. "Tonight at seven o'clock, abandoned factory in the western suburbs."
She paused, then smiled sweetly. "The one who doesn't come is the puppy."
As soon as the school bell rang, Ye Fanshuang rushed into the empty classroom with her schoolbag in hand. She locked the door and took out the latest MacBook Pro from her schoolbag. The power-on password was Ye Qingliu's birthday.
When Bai Zhiye pushed the door open, Ye Fanshuang was looking up the floor plan of the Blues Club.
"Ning Xiuyan goes to the Blues Club every Friday night," she pointed at the flashing red dot on the screen, her nails still showing the remnants of the starry sky manicure she'd applied last night. "We can stop him here."
Bai Zhiye approached silently, a faint scent of lavender wafting from her hair. As she approached the screen, a strand of her hair brushed against Ye Fanshuang's cheek.
The two of them froze at the same time, and turned away in disgust at the same time.
"He has six bodyguards," Bai Zhiye flipped open her leather notebook, which was densely packed with notes on Ning Xiuyan's whereabouts, "but there are only two people on duty at the back door."
Hua Jinyue walked in through the door, chewing bubble gum and blowing a giant pink bubble: "I can handle the surveillance."
She shook the USB drive in her hand. "It only takes three minutes to hack into it."
The three of them looked at each other, and Ye Fanshuang suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect that nerds can be quite useful."
Bai Zhiye pushed up his glasses and said, "I didn't expect the young lady to come down in person."
Hua Jinyue rolled her eyes. "If you want to flirt, wait until after you've beaten him up."
When Bai Zhiye returned home, the setting sun was dyeing her studio apartment orange.
She put down her bag and dragged a black toolbox from under the bed, sending dust dancing in the beam of light.
She knelt on the floor and calmly checked the items inside: pepper spray, stun gun, rope...Finally, she picked up a baton and weighed it in her hand.
There were some wear and tear on the surface of the baton, which were the marks left when she used it to break the ribs of a gangster last semester.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from Ye Qingliu: [Don't worry, it's just a minor injury]
Bai Zhiye stared at the screen for a long time, his fingertips gently stroking the message.
She slowly typed a reply: [Yes, remember to take your medicine on time], and then added: [I'll bring you notes tomorrow]
Then she opened a drawer and pulled out a utility knife. The blade gleamed coldly in the setting sun, sharp enough to easily slice through skin. She carefully wiped the blade with an alcohol pad, her movements as gentle as if she were caring for a patient.
A robin was building a nest in the sycamore tree outside the window. Bai Zhiye watched it bring in twigs one by one, and suddenly remembered the afternoon when Ye Qingliu taught her how to fold paper cranes.
His slender fingers nimbly flipped the papers, and the sunlight danced on his eyelashes.
The utility knife snapped shut.
Ye Fanshuang's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of an unassuming shop. The driver, Lao Chen, looked worriedly in the rearview mirror: "Miss, if the master knew..."
"Shut up." Ye Fanshuang put on Gucci sunglasses to cover his slightly red eyes.
"Wait here for ten minutes."
The shop bell rang crisply. The owner, a bald man with a face full of flesh, raised an eyebrow when he saw Ye Fanshuang's school badge: "Little sister, have you come to the wrong place?"
Ye Fanshuang pulled out a black card from his wallet: "I want the best."
Ten minutes later, she came out with a black handbag containing:
Special brass knuckles (diamond-studded version, can be worn as jewelry)
High-voltage electric shock device (limited edition, gold)
A school uniform jacket made of bulletproof fabric (custom-made, embroidered with her initials)
She touched the small bottle in her bag. The label read "Strong Laxative (Colorless and Odorless)." She had smuggled it from her home lab, originally to use it to deal with the playboys who kept asking her out for dinner.
Before getting in the car, Ye Fanshuang glanced at the screen saver of her mobile phone - it was a secretly taken photo of Ye Qingliu's profile reading a book in the library.
The sunlight fell on him through the gaps in the leaves, as if he had been plated with a layer of gold.
"Drive faster," she told the driver. "I need a manicure."
Friday evening at 6:30, abandoned factory in the western suburbs.
The setting sun dyed the rusty steel frame blood red, and a few crows circled above the roof.
Hua Jinyue squatted in the monitoring room, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. The constantly jumping codes on the screen were reflected on her face, making her look like a child playing video games.
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