Potential threats?
It seems the situation for power-holders in human society isn’t as good as imagined.
“I almost forgot, you were supposed to meet someone last time,” Farrow said.
An Xiaoyi was led by Farrow to the Information Center Tower.
They ascended to the top floor of the hundred-meter-tall building in a transparent elevator.
The top floor of the Information Center Tower was a hall with an extremely open view.
The glass on all sides allowed them to see outside from within.
There were high-tech gadgets everywhere; it turned out most of the drones were launched from here.
“The director of Information Center Management.”
Farrow smiled and motioned for An Xiaoyi not to be nervous.
“My good friend, a rather serious and strong woman, but she’s not much older than you.”
An Xiaoyi’s mind buzzed when he heard “Director of Information Center Management.”
In the innermost office, a familiar woman, yet one who didn’t fit his mental prediction, sat on the sofa.
She wore a very form-fitting and exquisite combat uniform, leisurely sipping red wine, her gaze cold.
“Hey! This is the person I wanted you to meet, Ms. He Xiaoxin,” Principal Farrow waved.
“Isn’t this… the chief invigilator?” An Xiaoyi stammered.
“Yes, that’s right, you’ve met,” Farrow said.
“Speaking of which, she was the one who suggested meeting you. Your reputation has grown quite a lot.”
“Hello, An Xiaoyi, we’ve met,” the Director of the Information Center Management sneered.
An Xiaoyi felt ants crawling on his back.
Remembering the vampire woman from last night, who said she was also a professor hidden in the school and concurrently the director of the information management center, that cold gaze gradually matched the gaze of the woman in front of him.
“No way…” he murmured.
The principal and the director both looked at him, thinking this young man might have gone mad.
“Oh, oh, An Xiaoyi, I just arrived,” An Xiaoyi reacted and went to shake hands.
“Why are you so afraid of her?” Farrow nudged him with his elbow, seeing how nervous he was.
What nonsense.
An Xiaoyi really wanted to say, Principal, you don’t know, this good friend of yours opposite you is actually a high-level vampire.
He forced a very strained smile.
Principal Farrow glanced at the time, then looked at the two of them.
“You two chat first, I have some things to deal with. An Xiaoyi, relax, you need to change that habit of getting nervous when you see people.”
Before An Xiaoyi could try to keep her, the woman ran off, her figure shrinking into the distance, leaving him and the woman in an awkward standoff.
A long silence ensued.
“Unexpected, isn’t it?” the woman said indifferently.
“This is my cover identity.”
“Why is your last name He again?” After holding it in for a while, An Xiaoyi finally asked this question.
The woman sighed, not wanting to speak.
She seemed… a little tired?
“To me, the surname isn’t important. If An Xiaoxue changes her surname one day, then I can change mine too,” He Xiaoxin poured a glass of red wine and handed one to An Xiaoyi.
He took the red wine, a little silent.
It was An Xiaoxue again; all her words implied expectations for An Xiaoxue.
“Thank you. The principal really doesn’t know your identity?”
“Besides you and your sister,” He Xiaoxin said, “there’s nothing to doubt about that. Saint Antiona doesn’t tolerate any vampires. If I were discovered, I’d probably be kicked out the next day.”
It seems this statement indicates she doesn’t have the strength to confront the entire school, which brings a sigh of relief to An Xiaoyi.
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re not afraid of me now, right? You have the school behind you,” He Xiaoxin said indifferently.
“No.”
An Xiaoyi turned his head and said casually.
“I was wondering if the school found out my sister is a vampire, would they clean house? That would mean I’m also connected to vampires, and humans who serve vampires usually come to a bad end.”
The woman pursed her lips, following his gaze out the window.
There wasn’t much of a view outside the window.
This was the top floor of the information center, where only blue skies and white clouds could be seen.
In fact, An Xiaoyi just casually glanced out, hearing a faint movement outside the window, but didn’t pay much attention.
He turned his head and saw the woman’s profile.
Come to think of it, he had never really observed this woman before.
She had a lot of class.
His aunt was actually right back then; An Xiaoyi did prefer older women, a deep, deep “big sister” complex.
Lolis and soft girls were a bit less appealing by comparison, possibly because he had too good a life growing up.
From childhood, An Xiaoyi was treasured at home, meticulously cared for by his grandparents, father, and mother.
Even his interactions with his aunt were like those with a friend.
According to his tutor, he lacked setbacks and challenges from a young age, so his willpower was weak, making him easily swayed by gentle older sisters.
Logically, An Xiaoyi should have been a spoiled brat, at least with a touch of arrogance.
It just so happened that he was a vampire—this was also the common trait of all high-level vampires.
Due to their special identity and living in a peculiar historical background from childhood, they developed humble, low-key, and patient personalities.
An Xiaoyi felt that his preference for strong older sisters was entirely understandable and nothing to be ashamed of.
As a child, he was often bullied alternately by his aunt and mother, treated like a doll to be dressed up to satisfy their mischievous urges, and he had gotten used to it.
Thinking of this, An Xiaoyi secretly glanced at the woman again.
Their eyes met.
An Xiaoyi felt very uncomfortable.
“I’m here to remind you not to forget our deal,” Ms. He Xiaoxin said faintly.
“Anyway, you’ll forget, you’ve forgotten many things. Is your sister home yet?”
Was she talking to An Xiaoxue? An Xiaoyi nodded.
“She went back a long time ago.”
He felt a little hopeful, wishing to dissuade the woman’s improper thoughts.
He wasn’t in a relationship, but that didn’t mean he was naive and understood nothing.
How could he not grasp what was on this woman’s mind? It was nothing more than wanting him, as her brother, to facilitate a meeting between them.
If An Xiaoxue had already left Honghu City, then she would be helpless!
“Is that so?” The woman looked around.
“What’s wrong?” An Xiaoyi followed suit, looking left and right.
“I just feel like there’s a third person here, someone else’s scent, very familiar.”
“The principal doesn’t wear perfume,” An Xiaoyi sniffed, and as a Marquis-level vampire, he didn’t detect anyone else’s presence.
“It’s An Xiaoxue, there’s An Xiaoxue’s scent,” the woman suddenly stared at him, sending shivers down his spine.
“You still had contact, at least today, which means An Xiaoxue hasn’t left this city. Your clothes were ironed, neatly arranged by her own hands. She really is a good sister.”
An Xiaoyi was stunned for a long while.
This woman… she’s so sharp, she noticed even that.
In fact, An Xiaoyi’s limit for suppressing his bloodlust was one week.
When she woke up that morning and saw her body, her mind was blank, thankfully this woman didn’t discover it.
She liked warmer blood, so she specifically put the blood bag in a pot of hot water for ten minutes, and while waiting, she tidied the clothes she would need for her first lesson today before leaving.
Fortunately, He Xiaoxin didn’t suspect a dual identity, simply assuming An Xiaoxue was still in Honghu City.
“You’re… not wrong.” An Xiaoyi sighed helplessly.
“She really hasn’t left yet.”
“Then starting tonight, you’ll help me, won’t you? Like letting me meet her,” the woman finished.
She deliberately added softly, “Brother.”
Brother.
It was the first time An Xiaoyi had heard anyone call him that.
“I believe I am An Xiaoxue’s older sister, and since she is your sister, it’s natural for me to call you brother,” He Xiaoxin explained coldly.
So dominant.
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