"This one looks nice, buy it," Luo Qianqian definitely wouldn’t say she wanted to finish this shopping trip early. As soon as she saw something that seemed to fit, she would order it packed up.
Lu Simiao looked at the pink T-shirt in his hands, his face showing apparent disdain.
"It looks pretty good, adds a bit of vitality, huh?" Spotting Lu Simiao’s reaction, Luo Qianqian patted his shoulder and chuckled as they continued shopping. In fact, there wasn’t much to shop for; men’s short-sleeve shirts haven’t seen any major changes in ten years, just different colors and patterns.
After buying clothes, Luo Qianqian didn’t hesitate to take him to the hair salon. She randomly selected a hairstylist and left Lu Simiao there, then collapsed into a chair nearby. Shopping, she thought, was even more exhausting than training.
On the other side, Lu Simiao gradually revealed his youthful facial contour under the hairstylist’s scissors. Indeed, he was turning out to be quite handsome. What trouble he might cause in the future was anyone’s guess.
Luo Qianqian watched the young man’s profile and chuckled mischievously, making him shiver without feeling cold.
Lu Simiao: "What’s with you?"
Luo Qianqian waved her hand nonchalantly, "I was just thinking, why are all the people around me beauties? The most famous is my Fourth Brother; maybe I have the physique that attracts beauties? Could that be considered a superpower?"
Lu Simiao: "..." Is this kid an idiot?
After the haircut, they carried their shopping bags to the bar. Just as Hu Si was walking out, Luo Qianqian shrank her neck and then put on a big smile: "Uncle Hu has arrived. Little brother, quickly, call him uncle," she said, pushing Lu Simiao forward.
Lu Simiao: "Hello, uncle."
Hu Si glanced at the two of them, nodded faintly, then said to Luo Qianqian: "Next time you pick someone up, are you planning on picking up a national treasure?"
"Where can you find those thrown away? I’ll go wait for them," Luo Qianqian’s eyes lit up as she immediately responded.
Hu Si, speechless, didn’t know what kind of expression to give to the child. He glared at her fiercely: "Where do you plan on putting this kid?"
Lu Simiao timidly clutched Luo Qianqian’s dress hem. Luo Qianqian’s face flushed as she pulled her dress hem back from his hand and then said, "Can’t we live together? Otherwise, I’ll get him a room, right? But he can cook..."
"Then you take him back with you, I believe Uncle Zhuang won’t refuse," Hu Si said quickly. Feng was simply too unreliable, always away on missions, and continuously eating takeaway was bad for his health—too much heat, oil, and sugar. Even if he exercises enough not to get fat, it’s still not good for his body.
"Sure." Luo Qianqian nodded in satisfaction, took Lu Simiao’s hand, and followed calmly behind Hu Si, ready to get in his car.
Hu Si looked helplessly at the two little tails behind him: "You go back with Feng. I still have some things to do, and don’t forget to attend class."
Luo Qianqian then suddenly realized not only had she missed the morning class, but it was almost time for the afternoon one as well. She hurriedly pulled Lu Simiao into the bar, dumped all their stuff on Feng, and then hastily left, not forgetting to say, "Pick us up later for the afternoon class, don’t forget."
Then, she led Lu Simiao expertly to hail a taxi, reported the destination, and came to her senses: "Why did I bring you with me?"
Lu Simiao, with a face full of question marks, who could guess what she was thinking? Still, he said, "Kids can’t go into that place," referring to Feng’s bar.
Luo Qianqian nodded in agreement and wasn’t so concerned about bringing someone to sit in on her class.
Watching Luo Qianqian’s adept movements, Lu Simiao felt envious, but the next second, it was replaced with concern. She had learned so much, yet she was off to take risks. Considering that day when she and Feng appeared like gods to rescue them from the fire and water, he felt a chill in his heart.
The more you understand, the more responsibility you bear, that’s reality.
Luo Qianqian calmly completed the course, completely ignoring the incessant teacher next to her who was talking about increasing her weight, unaffected and focused.
Luo Qianqian calmly finished the course, then pulled Lu Simiao out the door. Feng really was waiting already, looking at the back seat which was mostly taken up by their bags. Luo Qianqian opened the door, then let Lu Simiao get into the car. Only after that did she sit in the passenger seat, complaining with a reluctant face, "You have no idea, my trainer, he’s actually planning to increase my load..."
Feng raised an eyebrow, "It’s for your own good."
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes. For her good? That obviously meant changing from two kilograms to four. Whether she could even lift that was now a question, let alone aiming...
"How about you complain to Hu Si and see if it’ll double and then double again?" Feng said with a laugh.
Luo Qianqian fell silent, her face unhappy.
The person she least dared to provoke now was Hu Si. Why? First, yet another task was somehow mysteriously completed. Second, she picked someone up and brought him back. Third, she didn’t want to increase the difficulty of her course, which was something Hu Si’s mouth wouldn’t take kindly to.
Thinking about what kind of task might come next, Luo Qianqian made a bitter face and decided that tomorrow, she’d just agree with the trainer’s suggestion. At worst, she’d start practicing from aiming.
Lu Simiao sat in the backseat, silent. He didn’t have the right to comment on these matters.
Luo Qianqian calmly took out her phone and started playing a game.
Back at their accommodation, Feng directly arranged for Lu Simiao to stay in the room next to Hu Si’s, not as Luo Qianqian had said, near her.
Seeing Lu Simiao’s pitiful, puppy-like eyes, Luo Qianqian was about to say something when she heard Hu Si speak, "Men and women should be separate." Then she watched as Hu Si, now dressed in a suit, stepped out of his room, puzzling Luo Qianqian quite a bit.
"Where are you going?" Luo Qianqian asked, cluelessly. Was this another instance of him implicitly telling her to attend her classes?
"I have some errands to run. I should be back in three or four days. Keep to your schedule," Hu Si said.
See, she knew it. Luo Qianqian nodded, "Don’t worry."
Then, watching Hu Si leave at a leisurely pace, Luo Qianqian turned to Feng, "Isn’t he going to have dinner before he leaves? It’s almost dinner time."
Feng nodded, glancing in the direction Hu Si had left, "He won’t starve. Don’t forget what he does for a living."
What he does? Isn’t he just a guy who doesn’t do much but scares people with a scalpel and Silver Needle?
Luo Qianqian said nothing, returned to her room, and quietly read her book before Feng called them for dinner.
Lu Simiao looked at his room, eyebrows slightly raised. Was it too much stuff? It seemed when he looked in Luo Qianqian’s room from the door, there was only a bed and a desk wardrobe, yet why did his have a TV? Was it for distraction to prevent him from wandering off?
Lu Simiao, you’ve figured it out.
Hu Si did indeed have that in mind, he just didn’t expect a kid to notice it, that’s all. Their place was a secret location; they couldn’t let a child whose background they didn’t know to wander around. Since Luo Qianqian wouldn’t be taking him with her to her classes tomorrow, the best way was to leave him to entertain himself.