"So why are you in such high spirits today?"
Not long afterward, Wu Qingyu's first words upon entering were an expression of barely contained astonishment.
"You even made a special trip to my place."
"Someone's treating."
Young Master Qin lounged lazily, pointing across the table as he gave an extremely concise explanation.
"That's right. And I'm offering safety advice, too."
As the person at the center of it all, Fu Qian didn't hold back either. His tone was sincere.
"Okay... The food hasn't arrived yet. Why don't we start with the advice?"
It was clear that Wu Qingyu's earlier question had mainly been an outlet for his feelings. The answer was a little absurd, but he had no particular desire to spend brainpower making sense of it.
"How much time?"
At his suggestion about managing their time, Young Master Qin let out a sigh that could make anyone who heard it weep.
"Eighteen minutes... Seventeen now."
Wu Qingyu seemed already numb to this. He gave the time with precision.
"Sure. Then let's start with you."
Fu Qian readily nodded, then looked the intern Wu up and down.
"No problem. Keep it up, work hard, and your future is bright."
"Thank you, Master. I'm just hoping I make it to the future first."
It was no wonder Lady Chie Kisaragi counted as a second-rate fortune-teller. She'd casually put her knack for reading people into practice, and the person in question had no complaints at all.
Of course, Fu Qian wasn't just talking nonsense. Wu Qingyu might have looked like a walking medicine remnant, but a newly advanced Second Order expert had examined him at close range, and there really wasn't anything wrong with him.
"I'll pass. So, what exactly did you come to see him about?"
Once Wu Qingyu had settled