Both Qian Sui and Luo Xinyue could feel Shang Anqi's gaze from behind.
But they didn't care.
Although Qian Sui and Luo Xinyue have completely different personalities—one is childish and the other is calm and sensible—they react the same way when it comes to people they don't like.
That means ignoring it.
Qian Sui and Luo Xinyue walked out of the teaching building and headed towards the school's milk tea shop, completely ignoring Shang Anqi.
This school is, after all, a prestigious private school. The shops on the commercial street are comparable to those in the outside market, offering all kinds of food and drinks. This street has even produced several trendy shops, which are more popular than the shops outside.
Luo Xinyue knew the owner of one of the beverage shops that had been open for a long time. After she brought Qian Sui in, the owner came up to greet her warmly.
"New Moon's get out of class is over."
Luo Xinyue took Qian Sui's hand and sat down at a table. She replied to the chubby uncle boss, who was wearing an apron and had a smile on his face, "Yes, boss, give me two extra-large shaved ices."
The boss chuckled and said, "Okay!"
The shopkeeper glanced at Qian Sui next to Luo Xinyue and couldn't help but ask, "Is this your friend?"
Luo Xinyue nodded: "Yes."
The shopkeeper said, "The young lady is really pretty."
Although Luo Xinyue is only a freshman now, she grew up in this university. Her father is the principal, and she has been running around in this school since she was a child.
When she was very young, she would appear at school wearing a princess dress, and the older brothers and sisters would gather around and buy her snacks.
As Luo Xinyue grew older and entered middle school, she often came to the milk tea shop here to do her homework after class. Over time, the owner became familiar with her.
However, most of the time, Luo Xinyue was alone. Now that it was rare to see Luo Xinyue bring her friends, the boss couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The boss had long considered Luo Xinyue one of his own, and now that Luo Xinyue had brought friends, he naturally had to give her plenty of face.
The two servings of shaved ice that the owner brought out were very generous in portion size; each serving was more than two servings from other vendors.
Qian Sui stared so intently that she forgot all her unhappiness about Ling Shen taking her milk tea earlier.
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On the other side, Lu Jiayan and Ling Shen arrived at Ling Shen's secret base at the school.
Ling Shen put the milk tea he had snatched from Qian Sui on the table, sat down himself, and then spoke to Lu Jiayan.
Are you telling the truth?
Standing to the side, Lu Jiayan shed his previous frivolous demeanor and transformed into an elite assistant, reporting the situation to Ling Shen.
“Absolutely true,” Lu Jiayan said. “I visited the branch office in Africa this time and had an unexpected bonus.”
Lu Jiayan handed the iPad to Ling Shen. On the iPad's screen was a tattoo design, showing a person's arm.
Ling Shen glanced at it, his handsome brows furrowing into a deep frown.
Ling Shen's eyes were originally lazy and casual, but after seeing the tattoo, his eyes turned icy and fierce.
He would recognize this tattoo even if it were reduced to ashes.
Lu Jiayan noticed the change in Ling Shen's expression and continued, "I found this in Africa. I heard that this person ran to Africa to escape pursuit, but he was still caught. I also found out that this tattoo comes from an international mercenary organization. They do things for money. As long as the money is right, they will take on any task. You could say they are a group of desperados."
Desperados?
Ling Shen narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the cup of milk tea on the table.
The last time he saw someone with this tattoo in person was when he was eleven years old.
In the filthy warehouse, several corpses lay not far away, and the men held guns, pointing them at his head, threatening him menacingly.
"Cry, cry it out, and maybe I'll spare your life."
Those scum who treat murder like a game even play a game of making people cry before they actually kill them.
However, at that time, Ling Shen was autistic and unable to react to many things in the outside world. Faced with these people's intimidation, the eleven-year-old Ling Shen's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, without any ripples.
Ling Shen raised an eyebrow, snapping out of his reverie, and gestured to Lu Jiayan: "Continue."
Lu Jiayan took the iPad, found a video, and showed it to Ling Shen.
The video was captured by surveillance cameras and is somewhat blurry, but after zooming in on the screenshot, you can still see the tattoo on the person's arm.
The person was facing away from the monitor, so their face couldn't be seen.
Judging from his build, he was a man around twenty years old.
Ling Shen glanced at it, his eyes revealing a cold and stern expression.
Lu Jiayan explained, "This was a scene recently filmed at the school. This person has the tattoos of that organization, but I have checked other surveillance footage and have not seen this person again. I am not sure if he is still at the school."
Ling Shen looked at the person in the video. He walked with ease and had a relaxed posture. Although the image was blurry and only his back was visible, it was clear that in the last few seconds of the video, he reached out and waved to someone in the upper left corner who was not caught on camera.
Ling Shen casually rested his hand on the armrest of the chair, his index finger rhythmically tapping the armrest, as if he were pondering something.
Lu Jiayan wasn't really clear about what Ling Shen had gone through back then, but he had followed Ling Shen since Ling Shen was sixteen.
When Lu Jiayan was 22 years old, he was taken to the old house of the Ling family by Ling Shen’s maternal grandfather. Lu Jiayan saw Ling Shen when he was 16 years old.
Ling Shen sat on the sofa, raising her eyes to look at him with a cold, emotionless gaze, but Lu Jiayan would never forget that look.
Lu Jiayan watched him grow from a naive boy to what he is now. Although Ling Shen was still unwilling to tell him many things, Lu Jiayan knew that some of the things he was unwilling to say were the most important.
For example, over the years, Ling Shen has been telling Lu Jiayan to find a girl with a beauty mark under her left eye.
For example, over the years, Ling Shen has been traveling all over the world in order to find people with this tattoo design.
The girl with a beauty mark under her left eye, and the person with this tattoo, have a profound influence on Ling Shen.
Ling Shen watched the video over and over again, while Lu Jiayan stood guard beside him.
Finally, Ling Shen reached out and closed the video. He casually tossed the iPad aside and his gaze fell once again on the cup of milk tea he had snatched from Qian Sui's hand.
Although his expression didn't change, Lu Jiayan could sense that Ling Shen was suppressing something.
After a long pause, Ling Shen finally spoke, "Get ready, I'll be going back to school in a couple of days."
Lu Jiayan: "Huh?"
Ling Shen snorted coldly, his eyes deep and thoughtful, as if he were plotting something.
He said, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
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