"You're not going to pretend anymore?"
Yin Zhu seemed to have discovered something new, and her exaggerated expression was quickly noticed by An Zhi next to her, who slapped her on the head to interrupt her: "Mind your image."
Touching the top of her head, Yin Zhu saw An Zhi take out her earphones and put them on again: "You guys chat, I'm not listening."
Hirano San watched the interaction between the two with great interest, standing to the side with her arms crossed: "Your country's think tanks aren't listening in? I thought you had already told them."
"I trust your country's think tank to about the same degree as you do, but you didn't let them in, did you?"
Yin Zhu pointed outside the door.
Anzhi seemed unable to hear their conversation. These headphones were designed to reduce external noise, and the music playing in the background only added to the noise.
"I just don't trust you either."
At this point, Yin Zhu pulled out a stool next to her: "Sit down. I'll try to speak in a more natural way and use everyday language so you won't misunderstand if I use any obscure words."
At first, Yin Zhu wanted to use idioms or proverbs, but she was afraid that Hirano Shan would not understand, so in the end she used "words" to describe it.
As for those internet memes in China that even the older generation doesn't understand, Yin Zhu wouldn't bother explaining them. After all, using memes with people who don't understand them without explaining them is a behavior that greatly hinders normal communication.
Hirano San sat down gracefully: "Where shall we begin, Chosen One?"
“Just call me Bamboo, Chosen One. That’s too formal. Who taught you that? Bamboo is the kind of plant that grows very tall after it rains, with segments in each segment.” Yin Zhu said, gesturing vividly with her hands.
"I know." Hirano San picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for each of them.
"Oh! No need, no need. You're a guest, I should pour it for you." Yin Zhu didn't dare to snatch it from her, since the water in the teapot was hot. If it spilled and burned her while they were fighting, it wouldn't be good to explain to the Sakura Kingdom.
"Just say what you have to say." Hirano Shan repeated herself, seemingly losing patience with Yin Zhu's pleasantries.
"Honestly, weren't you having a great time spouting all that polite nonsense at the beginning?"
Yin Zhu couldn't help but complain.
Hirano Shan felt a throbbing sensation in her temples at the sight of this talkative chosen one from the Dragon Kingdom. Although she knew before coming that Yin Zhu often relied on his talk to clear levels, she had come in such a hurry that she should have watched Yin Zhu's live stream.
That way, I can know in advance that Yin Zhu is a chatterbox.
Fortunately, Yin Zhu was just trying to ease the tension and quickly got to the point: "You should be like Sheng Hui, an unspeakable spy on Blue Star." This was not a question, but a statement.
Hirano Sane smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly: "How could that be?"
“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have come with me in the first place because of what I said. You would have been very angry, right?” Yin Zhu completely ignored her question and continued to say to herself, “You should have seen my information, right? You should have guessed that I have also seen your information.”
Yin Zhu didn't say the rest.
Hirano Sane's profile was beautifully prepared, but in this world, there is no such thing as a flawless fabricated past. Yin Zhu, who has written novels, would meticulously fill in the gaps in a person's complete experience in her mind, and contemplate all of that person's psychological changes.
She is very ordinary, so ordinary that she is not noticeable, yet everyone praises her.
In theory, this situation is indeed possible, but only if Hirano San is praised not as a "campus goddess," but as a "nice guy."
In other words, in reality, before Hirano Sane became the Chosen One, she was in a fawning manner towards her classmates and family. Furthermore, after seeing Hirano Sane in person, Yin Zhu could better sense that this feigned kindness, humility, and gentleness wasn't because she was malicious, but rather a deliberate attempt to maintain a perfect image.
This state had a huge impact on Hirano San, and it didn't disappear even after she became the Chosen One, which led to the characterization of "the very polite Hirano San".
Or rather, in the first half of Hirano Hirano's life, being humble, polite, flattering, and ingratiating towards others was the norm.
Yin Zhu didn't voice these thoughts, but she could already see the subtle changes in Hirano Shan's expression.
"What are you reading me thinking?"
Yin Zhu chuckled, "It's much easier to communicate this way, I don't even need to say anything. I was struggling with how to choose words that would make it easier for you to understand, but now it's perfect."
Hirano San felt a slight itch in her hands.
I want to hit something soft.
For example, the carefree, silly woman in front of me, who is several years older than me, doesn't seem as mature as I do. She has a kind of carefree, childishness that makes me want to punch her.
This kind of thing clearly damages Hirano San's "angel" persona. In the end, she only felt a moment of pleasure in her mind, but remained calm on the surface.
Hirano Sane's ability to read minds doesn't mean that Yin Zhu can do the same.
However, because she was staring into her eyes, Yin Zhu did not miss the fleeting resentment in her eyes. Well, it seems that there is one more person in the world who wants to beat her up. Fortunately, the other party is Hirano Shan, who is so proud that she suffers for it.
Hirano Shan glanced sideways: You're talking bad about me in your heart, aren't you?
Yin Zhu completely understood that look, and touched her nose sheepishly: "Oh dear, you really don't leave me any privacy at all. So you don't disagree with my judgment, right?"
The latter maintained a perfect smile and did not answer.
Without answering, Yin Zhu took it as a tacit agreement: "You don't trust the think tanks in Japan, and you trust the Japanese government even less, right? They probably don't want a high school girl riding roughshod over them either, but—"
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