Before contacting Bai Wanqing, Lu Liang still had one more thing to do—deal with today’s haul of Monster Bugs first.
He dialed He Wan’s number.
He Wan had left a deep impression on Lu Liang.
He didn’t dislike this mentally unstable girl who carried around four Dragon-shaped Monster Eggs at all.
After all, she was a bona fide rich lady!
Last time, Tang Ping was stingy and only offered five hundred yuan for a single Monster Bug.
But He Wan was generous—she casually gave five hundred yuan, and she looked good too, definitely a bona fide beauty.
It’s just a shame she’s got a bit of a screw loose.
“Sister Wan, I just got a new batch of Monster Bugs. Can you ask Tang Ping if she wants to buy them?”
Actually, Lu Liang was older than He Wan, but he still addressed her as Sister Wan.
The word “sister” didn’t have to be reserved for those older than oneself—those who acted cool and decisive could be called “sister” too.
As for He Wan, just the way she paid was cool enough to be called a Cool Sister.
Once the call connected, the other end was silent for dozens of seconds before He Wan’s voice finally sounded, slow and drawn out: “…A’Liang, I’m a bit busy right now.”
Her voice was still muffled, with a hint of that taciturn quality—hard to imagine that such a seemingly bright and energetic girl on the surface would be so cold and aloof in private.
Lu Liang was about to say “forget it if you’re busy,” but He Wan then spoke again:
“In three days… I’ll have time…”
“In three days? Okay, okay!”
Lu Liang knocked out the Monster Bugs one by one, put them into a sealed box, and stored them properly.
It was just three days, after all—they wouldn’t starve.
Suddenly, he heard a loud explosion from the phone. Lu Liang raised his eyebrow and asked on instinct:
“Sister Wan, are things really busy over there?”
“…Mm.”
“Are you on a Magical Girl mission?”
This time, the response took even longer:
“I… found a Dragon-shaped Freak.”
He Wan seemed to be in a great mood; her voice was more lively than before, and he could hear a faint panting in her speech.
Lu Liang’s face twitched involuntarily.
He vaguely remembered that He Wan seemed to be collecting Dragon-shaped Monster Eggs.
So now that she found a Dragon-shaped Freak, wouldn’t its Egg be…
Just as this thought arose, he heard a sharp scream from the other side of the phone:
“Ah! Magical Girl, damn you!”
Lu Liang’s eyelid twitched violently, and he hurriedly said:
“Sister Wan, I see you’re busy, I won’t bother you anymore.”
“Mm… okay.”
He Wan’s tone was as calm and bland as ever. Just by listening to her voice, no one would ever associate her with a mentally unhinged Magical Girl, or imagine the horrifying scene taking place on the other end of the call.
That’s our Sister Wan—beautiful and ruthless!
After hanging up, Lu Liang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The pressure He Wan gave him was too much!
Even when he’d seen Zhong Li fake his own death, he hadn’t been this nervous.
A male student, seeing Lu Liang’s expression, couldn’t help but ask:
“Boss Lu, who was that on the phone?”
“A pretty fierce Magical Girl.”
Lu Liang didn’t hide anything and answered his underling straightforwardly.
“Boss Lu, you know a Magical Girl? That’s amazing!”
The boy didn’t really understand, he just thought Lu Liang was even more impressive.
After all, for people like them, meeting a Magical Girl was as rare as a firefly seeing the bright moon.
At best, they could catch a glimpse of Magical Girls’ dazzling figures on TV—meeting one in person was unthinkable! But not only had Lu Liang met one, he even knew her!
The gap between people is sometimes wider than the gap between people and pigs!
Seeing the envy in the boy’s eyes, Lu Liang lightly punched him on the shoulder with mock annoyance:
“What’s so amazing? Stick with me and you’ll be dealing with Magical Girls regularly in the future.”
“Really, Boss Lu?”
The boy clenched his fists excitedly, his eyes shining with anticipation, just like a fan who’d heard gossip about their idol.
Lu Liang sighed inwardly and said meaningfully:
“Some things are better left without too much expectation. Otherwise, when your idol collapses, it won’t be so pleasant.”
He didn’t explain further. He just patted this naïve boy’s shoulder and walked off.
“Bro, where are you going?”
Lu Ansheng, while wiping a desk, asked curiously.
“Me?” Lu Liang turned his head, grinning, and said,
“Going to pick up a girl!”
Bai Wanqing attended an ordinary but top-ranked high school in Ye City.
Excluding Magical Girl High School, Ye City High School was without a doubt the best in the city.
Classes usually ended at 11 p.m. Lu Liang waited patiently by the school gate.
When school let out, he quickly spotted that pale and gentle girl drifting through the crowd like duckweed.
Bai Wanqing also noticed Lu Liang waiting at the gate. Their eyes met from afar. Lu Liang, acting all cool, turned his back and pretended not to know her.
But soon enough, he felt his hand being held.
Lu Liang was surprised.
He thought that, given Bai the Dummy’s personality, she would wait until the crowd had dispersed, then sneak up behind him and tug at his sleeve.
Why the sudden change today?
Lu Liang turned around to look at Bai Wanqing, just about to ask, but noticed her eyelashes trembling and her clear eyes misted with tears:
“Lu… Lu Liang, let’s go.”
He felt the grip on his arm tighten, Bai Wanqing’s delicate hand clutching his with so much force her fingers turned a little white.
Why was she so eager to leave? Had something unpleasant happened at school? Or was someone following her?
Lu Liang sensed something was wrong with Bai Wanqing. He frowned a little, but the doubt and irritation soon vanished from his face, replaced by a gentle smile:
“Okay, sure, Bai the Dummy. I actually have something to talk to you about. Let’s chat as we walk.”
Still, he kept his guard up and let Bai Wanqing walk ahead, following behind her.
Halfway along, Lu Liang suddenly turned and, without warning, snapped a photo of the student crowd with his phone.
He noticed that one or two faces in the moving crowd instantly changed to panicked expressions.
Lu Liang sneered to himself but said nothing more, matching his pace to Bai Wanqing’s.
After they left, a couple of girls in the crowd nervously started whispering:
“That’s the one Xu Qing said is Bai Wanqing’s sugar daddy outside school? Ugh! Shameless vixen! Playing the good girl in school all this time, but wild outside! I don’t know what my prince sees in her!”
Another girl, a little scared, said,
“Chuya, were we just caught on camera by that guy? He doesn’t look easy to mess with… I heard from Xu Qing that he’s some gangster, always surrounded by four or five lackeys…”
“What are you scared of?” Even mentioning the gangster bit, the girl called Chuya looked a little nervous, but she still forced herself to sound brave:
“It’s just four or five lackeys! My prince is the campus bully of Ye City High School! Why should I be afraid of him?”
“But, your prince isn’t even dating you yet…”
The other girl said quietly.
A lie doesn’t hurt; it’s the truth that cuts like a knife.
Being called out, Chuya snapped in embarrassment:
“It’s all because of Bai Wanqing! She’s nothing but a scheming green tea, always acting pure and hooking my prince. Who knows how wild she is in private! Just wait, once I ruin her reputation, my prince will definitely be with me!”
“But if we do this, won’t that guy retaliate…?”
“What are you afraid of? Look at his shabby appearance. He’s just a low-level thug outside school, no real power. At most, he can scare some people off campus—he can’t even get into the school!”
Chuya said with complete disdain.
“Well… okay.”
The other girl nodded, but for some reason, an uneasy feeling lingered in her heart.
That guy just now… was a little scary.
It was as if he’d realized, from Bai Wanqing’s reaction, that someone was following her—and then caught Chuya’s photo by suddenly turning and taking that shot.
But he didn’t cause a scene on the spot.
Was it because he couldn’t, or was he biding his time for something bigger?
Thinking back to the cold smile Lu Liang gave them at the end, the girl’s unease peaked.
Hopefully, it was just her imagination. Just as Chuya said, that guy’s poor appearance made it obvious he was just a bottom-level hoodlum—not someone with real power.
At least… she hoped so…