Young and Mature

Zhao Xiaoxiang was undoubtedly one of those people with their ears to the ground.

At that moment, she was secretly watching the livestream while slacking off in class, thinking, If this Deyu III is real, then could I, the Great Detective, take my assistant Jack Cheng out on some marvelous Great Detective adventures in the future—the live-action kind?

The only question was whether Deyu III would be frightened if he found out about this.

She had watched quite a few films about phantom thieves. When she was little, she used to watch them with Zhao Cheng.

Back then, they were still young, so she could not help but complain that in movies like those, the most powerful figures always existed only as background props and never showed up at all.

Now, though, she understood. If they did show up, either the heroes or the villains would probably be wiped out on the spot.

Zhao Xiaoxiang's thoughts wandered. From phantom thieves, she quickly thought of those evil organizations overseas, then remembered that Zhao Cheng seemed to be traveling abroad lately. Which raised a question: could Zhao Cheng end up becoming the boss of one of those organizations while traveling?!

There seemed to have been a TV trope like that.

She recalled a drama she had watched years ago, called Accidentally Inheriting a Mysterious Organization: Turns Out I'm the Sword Saint.

Her deskmate, Yang Shiyun, was doing exactly the same thing at that moment.

As she watched, she wrote in her notebook.

"Taking so long. Why hasn't the phantom thief appeared yet?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang saw it and swiftly scribbled down a line of her own.

"Is it possible that the phantom thief got stuck in traffic?"

"I think Aisa City's traffic situation today is looking rather grim!"

With a few swift strokes,