The brightness in Crystal Valley was maintained at roughly afternoon daylight. Beside it was an open-air club area, and since a hot spring hotel stood nearby, the attendants received guests in cool, skimpy swimsuits.
The waitress wore the black swimsuit dress the Witch loved most. Seeing Jiang Han and Ye Keshu arrive, she straightened up, swiftly swept her gaze over their sportswear, and smiled.
"Hello! Welcome!"
"The squash court is 20 yuan per hour. For more than two hours, we'll throw in drinks and a free cold-spring experience voucher!"
"Professional sparring partners are 15 yuan per hour."
A name tag hung on this waitress's chest: Han Xue. No need to think about it—there was a one hundred percent chance it was an alias. A Witch mother who named her daughter Han Xue was every bit as exceptional as one who named her daughter something like Nangong Feiyan.
Wearing an alias on a name tag meant there was no need to let people know any personal information. Some Witches might ask, 'Then what the hell is the point of the name tag?'
Of course it had a point! It hung on the chest—the chest! The chest gave people a perfectly legitimate chance to study the headlights.
Those headlights were big and round, white and tender... Jiang Han quietly took a look, while also keeping an eye out and sneaking a glance at the Lady Ye Keshu beside her.
Comrade Ye Keshu's eyes widened. She seemed astonished by the waitress's name and was carefully studying the name tag on the waitress's chest.
Comrade, oh comrade, your revolutionary will is not firm enough... Jiang Han grumbled inwardly.
"Two hours. I want cola—cough, and how much would it cost if I hired you as a sparring partner?" Lady Ye Keshu spoke as casually as