Wimpy Balloon Maker

"I want Black Jade."

Zhao Shuying was only half a beat slow from surprise before she answered without hesitation, "We'll deliver him to you by 8 a.m. tomorrow at the latest. Is the entrance to your villa okay? Or the nearby Karting Track?"

She did not ask what Yu Xunge wanted Black Jade for, whether Black Jade would live or die in her hands, whether Yu Xunhuan and Black Jade were still bound by contract, or whether Black Jade's existence was now beneficial or harmful to Zai Jiu Xunge.

So decisive, so straightforward. As long as Yu Xunge needed him, Dinghai was willing to hand him over and deliver him right to her doorstep.

"This doesn't need to be reported to Dinghai headquarters either?"

"No. As long as it's a request from you, Dinghai will give its full support! Dinghai only loves—"

"Stop—!!! Stop, stop. That's enough, I get it. Very good! Eight tomorrow morning! The Karting Track!"

Yu Xunge's near-foot-stomping reaction completely dispelled Zhao Shuying's last trace of uncertainty.

She felt that she understood Yu Xunge a little better again.

Tulan often replied to player comments online. In her words, Yu Xunge had dozens of titles: My Little Yu, My Master, Zai Jiu Xunge, Xunge, the mysterious person Oak Owl wanted most to kill, the Wimpy Balloon Maker, Teacher 101's referee...

Many of those nicknames were affectionate yet strange, incomprehensible to outsiders and understood only by the master and her pet.

But the title that appeared most often was: that damn strength-worshipping goose.

Did Yu Xunge worship strength?

Zhao Shuying did not know. She had never seen that side of Yu Xunge, because Yu Xunge was Zai Jiu Xunge's strongest presence. Even during her weakest early days, she could walk alone through Zelan and make Dinghai cooperate with her,