Although Qin Meng had taken Pills given to her by Number Nine since childhood and had been taught some basic combat skills, her physical fitness and reaction speed were monstrous among her peers.
However, firstly, she was still young, and secondly, due to the time restrictions of the gathering of the Rebellious Dao Seed, Number Nine could not stay on Earth for long each time he returned, so what he taught was limited.
Therefore, Qin Meng's combat experience and awareness were relatively weak, and she was no match for Zhang Yu, a veteran who had experienced life-and-death battles in another world and whose combat instincts were ingrained in his bones.
After exchanging only a few dozen moves, Qin Meng realized that her supposedly impressive skills were like child's play in front of this seemingly delicate and even somewhat timid man.
Every block and dodge by her opponent was incredibly precise, perfectly thwarting her attacks.
This is definitely not a level that ordinary Hooligan, or even ordinary fighting masters, can reach.
Qin Meng was filled with doubts. She feinted an attack, then suddenly jumped back, ceasing her assault.
She was slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes were unusually bright and sharp as she stared intently at Zhang Yu, as if trying to see right through him.
She turned around, waved to her Girlfriends who were staring in disbelief not far away, and said in an unquestionable tone:
"You guys go first. I need to talk to the Hooligan leader alone."
"Ah?
"Sister Meng, you really like him?"
The short-haired girl was making faces.
"Exactly, exactly! A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love; you don't know someone until you've had a fight!"
Another girl joined in the teasing.
"Stop talking nonsense and get going."
Qin Meng glared at them irritably, but there was no anger on her face.
The group of Girlfriends, laughing and joking, filled with curiosity and excitement, cast encouraging glances at Zhang Yu as they left together.
Qin Meng watched them walk away, then glanced around at the other students who were still curiously watching.
"Come with me."
Qin Meng left Zhang Yu with those words and walked straight ahead until she stopped where no one was paying attention.
Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then followed.
He also wanted to see what this seemingly energetic girl, known as Sister Number Nine, really wanted to say.
After making sure no one was paying attention, Qin Meng turned around and looked Zhang Yu up and down again.
The unruly expression on her face had softened considerably, replaced by a calmness and scrutiny that seemed beyond her years.
"You..."
Qin Meng spoke, her voice clear and crisp, yet carrying a sense of certainty:
"You know my Eldest Brother, right?"
Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless as he calmly looked at her.
You don't need to rush to deny it.
Qin Meng seemed to see through his thoughts, a slightly sly smile curving her lips as she continued:
"Your skills, and the feeling you had when you fought me just now... are completely different from ordinary people."
Your physical fitness, reaction time, especially your control over the rhythm of battle, and your composure in the face of the enemy—I've only ever seen similar things in my Eldest Brother.
Although you've tried to tone it down, you can't fool me.
She paused, her gaze sharpening further. "So, you must be the same kind of person as my Eldest Brother —either friend or foe."
"If you're an enemy, and you want to capture me to threaten my Eldest Brother..."
Qin Meng's logic is very clear:
"With your skills, you could have easily taken me down just now. There was no need for you to pull this 'Hero Saves the Beauty' act."
"But if you're my Eldest Brother's friend, that's not right either."
She tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face:
"My Eldest Brother's friends, I haven't met them many times, but each one of them is... very special."
If they come looking for me, it's either because they're acting on behalf of my Eldest Brother, and they come openly and honestly;
"If they have something urgent, they'll directly state their identity; they won't approach me in this roundabout, and... well, awkward way."
"So,"
Qin Meng drew her conclusion, her eyes gleaming with confidence:
There is only one truth.
You know my Eldest Brother, but your relationship isn't exactly that of friends, at least not the kind of friendship where you can directly ask him for help.
You need to speak with my Eldest Brother about something, but it might be difficult to ask directly, or he might not agree.
So you wanted to take a 'roundabout route' and start with me.
You want to gain my favor or trust first, and then influence my Eldest Brother through me, right?
She analyzed each point clearly and logically, almost perfectly guessing Zhang Yu and Xu Xinwu's plans!
Zhang Yu was secretly alarmed upon hearing this.
This Qin Meng, is hardly some naive, impulsive, and rebellious young woman.
This is clearly a logic freak with keen observation skills, exceptional logical reasoning ability, and a penetrating mind!
This little sister, Number Nine, is indeed extraordinary!
Not far away, Xu Xinwu had been secretly observing and concealing himself using special methods, overheard Qin Meng's analysis through a miniature receiver and couldn't help but secretly praise her.
"What a clever girl."
This girl, Number Nine, is extraordinary.
It seems we need to adjust our plans.
Completely oblivious to the situation, Zhou Hengliang stared blankly at the two people who seemed to be confronting each other in the distance, unable to understand what they were saying about "Eldest Brother," "friend," and "enemy."
He felt the atmosphere was serious, yet... a little strange?
Zhang Yu remained silent for a moment, neither admitting nor denying it.
He knew that in front of such a smart girl, denying it outright or making a strong defense would only make him seem guilty and foolish.
He met Qin Meng's gaze, which seemed to see right through him, and suddenly smiled. The smile carried a hint of helplessness, but also a hint of appreciation.
"You're very smart, Qin Meng."
Zhang Yu spoke, calling her name for the first time:
"Much smarter than I imagined."
He didn't directly answer Qin Meng's question, but his words, which carried an air of affirmation and acknowledgment, undoubtedly implied many things.
A knowing glint flashed in Qin Meng's eyes, but she didn't lower her guard. Instead, she slightly raised her chin.
So, you admit it?
So who exactly are you?
"What do you want with my Eldest Brother?"
Before Zhang Yu could figure out how to respond to Qin Meng's sharp question, which was almost a revelation of the "truth," a deep engine sound came from afar.
A black BYD Han new energy sedan silently glided over and came to a steady stop on the roadside not far from the two people.
The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing a face with exquisite makeup and beautiful features.
The man's gaze first fell on Qin Meng, with a hint of scrutiny from an elder, before turning curiously to Zhang Yu standing opposite her.
This was a woman who looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She had long, slightly wavy hair, fair skin, and beautiful features, but her makeup was a bit heavy, giving her a deliberately refined look.
She was wearing a dress from a certain mid-range luxury brand and carrying a handbag that was clearly a high-quality replica of a luxury item. She exuded a blend of petit-bourgeois sentimentality, shrewd sophistication, and a hint of worldly "overdoing it."
"Hey, Xiaomeng?"
The woman spoke, her voice sweet and coquettish, tinged with a hint of teasing and probing:
"Is this... my boyfriend?"
Wow, that's impressive! Our 'Su Zhong Overlord Flower' actually got someone pursuing her?
As she spoke, she pushed open the car door and got out.
The high heels clicked on the ground, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound.
She deliberately puffed out her chest and tucked in her stomach, walking with a swaying gait, carrying a slightly affected air.
To be fair, her figure and appearance are indeed quite outstanding; she's the kind of person who would turn heads on the street.
She walked up to him in a few steps, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Yu without restraint, then covered her mouth and let out a soft, feigned shy "hehe" laugh.
"This young man is quite handsome, and doesn't look very old. How dare he provoke our little Tyrannosaurus Rex?"
"Tsk tsk, are you tired of living too peacefully and want to find some excitement?"
Zhang Yu was somewhat embarrassed by her blunt and sarcastic remarks, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
The woman's speaking style contrasted sharply with her refined appearance.
"Lu Wanqing, shut up."
Qin Meng frowned, a hint of impatience and disdain flashing across her face, and retorted without any politeness:
Even if I'm at my worst, I'm still better than you, a gold-digging, green tea woman who only knows how to dress up, hook up with rich guys, and buy counterfeit goods all day long.
"You're over thirty and still can't find a decent boyfriend, how dare you criticize me like this?"
"Oh dear, child, how can you talk to your aunt like that?"
Upon hearing this, the woman called Lu Wanqing not only wasn't angry, but instead gave Qin Meng a reproachful glance, her eyes full of charm and carrying a sense of superiority that said, "You wouldn't understand."
"Auntie, I call this enjoying life and pursuing quality."
Boy friend?
It depends on the quality. Would ordinary, ugly things even meet my standards?
As for the bag...
Aunt?
Zhang Yu's mind went blank for a moment. Since this person claimed to be Qin Meng's aunt, then she must be Number Nine's aunt.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Xu Xinwu, who was hiding in the shadows. "Your target is quite unique."