His lower back hurt a little.
Zhao Bai turned back to straighten his mask. "I'm not even a Schicksal combatant. Of course I should pursue flashy things. Is that wrong?"
"..."
And you still said you weren't a combatant?
This was the storage room, with mops and trash cans scattered about. Like every chef who loved cleanliness, Zhao Bai arranged the brooms, mops, and trash cans before pulling the Professor along to find Fu Hua.
She was already standing in the stairwell, waiting impatiently.
"What a brilliant idea you had."
"Those white-collar typists stared at me like I was a monster. A few with weaker nerves even fainted on the spot. I had to pick the right moment to run downstairs. It was so embarrassing I nearly died."
"Being handsome always comes at a price."
"I smashed six computers."
"You were carrying out a mission anyway. Whatever you broke could be billed to Schicksal headquarters. Stop being stingy out of habit."
They started heading downstairs.
Weak, Pitiful, Helpless, but Able to Eat (2/4)
"You said you'd already gotten the information. Where did he hide the gem?"
"Obviously, he hid it in Singapore."
Fu Hua was utterly speechless. She shook her head and sighed, once again deeply experiencing just how unreliable this guy was. Hadn't he said nothing at all?
Singapore was such a huge place!
Find a gem?
"Zhao... uh... Disciple, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"Eh."
Fu Hua suddenly changed how she addressed him after saying his name. She was not embarrassed, but Zhao Bai tilted his head. Though he wore a mask, Fu Hua could still sense the teasing look in his eyes. What had originally been a perfectly normal form of address suddenly became strange.
"Call me that again."
"Disciple... is there a problem?"
"No.