Further Down the Wrong Path
Not bad. Full of energy.
There wasn't much left in the fridge, but that didn't stop Fu Qian from taking a little time to fix himself breakfast.
And once he'd stuffed the last perfectly fried egg into his mouth, Fu Qian had finished today's inspection.
Young people, huh?
The people he'd warmly met yesterday were already making the most of the morning, each busy with their own affairs.
That even included the focus of the whole affair, Student Pei.
Yesterday's experience seemed to have made her realize the drawbacks of sleeping in. By now, she was sitting alone in the cafeteria, diligently working her way through the breakfast she'd bought.
She seemed to be enjoying it, and the selection, almost unchanged from what he remembered, brought the flavors back to Fu Qian.
Of course, he wasn't all that nostalgic.
After washing and putting things away, and confirming that nothing seemed amiss, Fu Qian didn't disturb anyone further. He activated the mark on his wrist again.
Without so much as a pause, he put on the Emissary Mask. When he reappeared, Fu Qian was on the second floor of the bookstore, as if he'd just woken up.
Only the morning sun outside had grown much brighter.
Almost forgot—our business is thriving, too.
Sensing Miss Wen's busy figure below, Fu Qian suddenly felt like a successful businessman.
As mentioned earlier, Miss Wen had always been a reliable volunteer, full of enthusiasm.
Of course, even so, the helmsman guiding the company's growth couldn't afford to stay away from the front lines.
Rather than leave Wen Li to toil downstairs alone, Fu Qian tidied himself up and headed straight down.
"Morning."
Thanks to the wise leadership of management and the diligent work of the frontline employee, the