The next day, there was neither a match for Jiang Han nor one for Du Lingxuan. So the two of them took over the big cat nest together, set up the streaming equipment, and prepared to watch today's much-hyped matches from the Group of Death. Chu Yujun and the famously snide Teacher Yu also slipped over to watch with them.
"Yo, Old Yu!"
"Oi, Little Chu!"
The two actually knew each other. The moment they met, they lit their pipes together, grinning more fondly than if they had seen their own mothers. Of course, given that both were practically Lin's filial daughters, if Lin Zhaojun really came over to cuddle them, they would probably say something like, "Yujun/Sitong has drifted through half her life before meeting a wise patron. If Zhaojun does not disdain me, this humble girl wishes to take you as her adoptive mother"—and they'd be even closer than with their real mothers.
A Witch's bottom line—
Was that she had no bottom line.
They had always followed the established principle of "we Witches have no bottom line," sustainably taking any sisters who suited their fancy as adoptive mothers, elder sisters, or younger sisters.
"Holy crap, what are you two doing here?"
Du Lingxuan puffed up angrily, but still added tobacco leaves for them.
She did not give a grand, haughty snort.
"My wonderful afternoon alone with my little sister Han—and why have you two scum bags come over?"
The words "scum bags" really were perfectly used.
The Yujun sisters were dressed just like Lu Jieshan, in crisp bartender outfits. Their high-waisted suit trousers made their long, shapely legs look even longer, while the white jacquard-collared, ruffled-sleeve women's shirts gave them a gallant air. Add to that a pair of [Cat Language Fluency AR Reality Super-Enhanced Glasses] Chu