Qi Silin shook his head. "No need. It's almost over. It's nothing serious. It's just some punishment for someone. I'll be back in a couple of days."
As he spoke, the man's eyes deepened, "I heard that G went to China?"
Looking into his eyes, Qi Jiu couldn't help but laugh. "You don't know whether I went to China or not?"
Although Qi Jiu didn't say it, her dark eyes seemed to say: Stop pretending to be a big shot.
The man chuckled softly, his deep voice quite pleasant, "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."
He had suspected her identity from the very beginning, and he had actually suspected it long ago, but since Qi Jiu hadn't brought it up, he hadn't asked. Now, he didn't know when, but he had already made up his mind about this uncertain matter.
When Liu Yun left, the two of them were still video chatting until very late.
That day, as soon as she arrived at school, she saw something being advertised at the school gate. Qi Jiu remembered the news from that morning and seemed to understand. Her face showed no change in emotion as she walked straight inside.
The design competition held in City A this time was too rushed, so as soon as the news came out, it caused a sensation online.
What caused an even bigger sensation was that G, who was visiting China for academic studies, would also serve as a judge for the competition. This led to a surge of people from all over the country wanting to come, and people in the design circle couldn't sit still at all.
Downstairs in the dormitory, Qi Jiu looked at the noisy atmosphere outside from the balcony, her brows furrowed. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a voice came from beside her.
"Isn't this Senior Tong Lu?"
The girl recognized Gong Rui at a glance, her eyes sparkling with a smile. "You know her?"
Gong Rui munched on potato chips.
"Of course I know her. Senior Tong Lu is a genius designer in her senior year at our school. She was already recruited by the China Design Association in her sophomore year. When others were still students, she was already a presentable designer. Who doesn't know that? I'm so envious."
Looking down at Tong Lu, who was surrounded by layers of people, Qi Jiu's face remained unchanged, as did Tong Lu's, as if the people around them were invisible.
She walked ahead on her own, and the people around her did not show any dissatisfaction with her attitude; in fact, they followed her even more closely.
"By the way, Qiqi, did you see it when you came back? G has already come to China. I heard he will also attend this design competition. I guess Senior Tonglu came back for this."
Qi Jiu pursed her lips and looked at her. "I saw it."
She had long anticipated that Tong Lu would return. Although she was now a member of the China Design Association, since her student status was registered at University A, University A couldn't just sit idly by.
Tong Lu may be carrying the weight of both University A and the Design Guild. Naturally, she'd want to benefit from the success of the students she trained.
Watching Tong Lu slowly leave downstairs with a cold expression, Qi Jiu returned to her seat.
I still remember the original design I saw at the China Design Association last time. Putting aside Tong Lu's personality, her design talent is truly undeniable.
No wonder Yuan Ye and Pan Raoguang were grinning from ear to ear when they saw her.
Qi Silin is still on Death Gate Island these days, and Qi Jiu went home for a while. Since there's nothing else to do, she naturally stays at the school.
The girl, sitting on the bed fiddling with her computer, stared blankly at her buzzing phone for a moment.
She glanced back at Gong Rui and Chen Yueqiu, who were still watching the drama, then slowly got out of bed and went to her usual spot on the balcony.
"Ruoruo?"
She hadn't expected Leng Ruoneng to call; normally, she could get news of Leng Ruoneng through Li Hao.
Logically, this hard-won opportunity to make a phone call should have been directed at the Leng family. In other words, not calling her would be a waste of time.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a soft "hmm," but then silence fell over the next two minutes.
Qi Jiu: "..." So you're still not very good at expressing yourself, right?
It's okay, these are minor issues.
"How are you settling in with the assassin organization lately? The life there, the way of survival."
The assassin organization is not like China; life inside is drastically different from life here, and the people you interact with will be completely different as well.
If you calculate it, Leng Ruo's closed training will not end until at least the beginning of the following year, and the period during which he will be working hard will be crucial.
Leng Ruo took a breath, and a tired voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I'm tired, so very tired. Every now and then, people can't take it and leave. Sometimes I even waver, but I don't want to."
Hearing her somewhat hoarse voice, Qi Jiu seemed to understand her life in an international assassin organization, but this was an inevitable path, and she couldn't say anything.
However, she did ask the question that puzzled her the most.
"Why didn't you call the Leng family this time? I could have gotten information about you from Li Hao."
After he finished speaking, the person on the other end suddenly fell silent.
But the girl wasn't in a hurry; she just waited for her.
"I don't want to call the Leng family. I don't really like any of the other members of the Leng family except for my brother. They're causing trouble right now and they're always bothering my brother. And my brother always asks the same questions, I don't want to listen to them anymore."
Leng Tianxiao: "..."
Hearing this, Qi Jiu understood. Just as she was about to say something, another voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Also, I miss you. I haven't heard your voice in so long."
Leng Ruo's voice was still hoarse, but now it carried a hint of determination. "You said before that you would come back again, right?"
"Yes, I will be in charge of your training for a period of time, so don't worry, train hard and take care of your health. I will definitely come back."
Generally speaking, the people who say "take care of your health" are mostly elderly people, but this time it's different. She knows all too well the high-intensity training of the international assassin organization.
Otherwise, so many people wouldn't leave every year.
Sometimes it's either mental or physical torment; once a chronic illness develops, no amount of thinking about it will help.
Back then, the 3% pass rate on the training field was just the pass rate for the assessment. If you included the closed training, the pass rate would be truly appalling.
Only a dozen or so people stay each year; the rest leave because they can't take it. If it really is only three percent as she says, then she has countless students, and the land is full of assassins she trained.
The most torturous thing is to be exhausted both physically and mentally at the same time.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while longer before Leng Ruo was forced to hang up the phone due to its length.
Qi Jiu looked down at her phone screen, which had returned to normal, and rested her arms on the railing, gazing into the distance. Skyscrapers, bustling streets—it was all beautiful, yet not quite so.
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