Chapter Nineteen: The Persistent Intern Reporter

The woman's smile was as bright as a flower. Su Ke's refusal, if anything, seemed to put her in a better mood. With an air of maturity, a sharp and stylish haircut, and a crisp, pleasant outfit, she reached out to grab the handlebars of Su Ke's bicycle, her eyes sparkling. "Heh, then tell me, how should I repay you?"

"Uh!" Su Ke froze. He didn't know why, but the moment he heard the word "repay," the phrase "offer yourself as a bride" suddenly popped into his mind. His heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even dare to meet her gaze. "I don't need anything!"

"Royal sister"—this term had long since swept the internet, and Su Ke had naturally heard of it. In his eyes, the woman before him could be called a one-hundred-percent royal sister.

Mature, capable, elegant, confident, and sexy, she was at times as rational as ice and at others as passionate as fire. It was easy for anyone to become lost in such a bewitching temperament and be unable to pull themselves away.

Su Ke didn't know why he had become so sensitive to the opposite sex lately. It seemed like their every move made his heart flutter. Could this be a side effect of the Flower Picking System?

In truth, had Su Ke not acted this way, the woman likely would have left some money and walked away. That way, she wouldn't have felt indebted, and perhaps in the blink of an eye, she would have forgotten this young boy who had acted bravely for a just cause entirely.

But not only did Su Ke refuse the reward, his stubbornness was so baffling that it actually piqued the woman's interest. "If you won't take money, then how about this? This is my business card. If you ever run into any trouble, you can come find me." As she spoke, she took a card holder from her handbag and handed one to Su Ke.

"Tiandu Hotel, Sun Yao."

Su Ke took the card. It was very simple, lacking the long strings of foreign letters popular these days, nor did it list a job title; there was only a mobile phone number. However, the texture of the card was high-end.

At this moment, Sun Yao continued, "Losing my bag wouldn't have been a big deal, but it contained the acquisition plan for this year. If our price range were exposed, we would be in a very passive position, so you really did me a huge favor! Heh, looking at how thin you are, I didn't expect you to have some skills!"

Su Ke put the card in his pocket, feeling much more relaxed. There was a big difference between taking someone's money and accepting their business card. Even if his original motives were good, taking money would make him feel greedy and subconsciously inferior, whereas accepting a card simply meant the two had made an acquaintance, standing on equal footing.

"Don't let my thinness fool you, I'm all muscle!" Su Ke smiled. Just then, he noticed that one of Sun Yao's high heels had a broken heel. "Sister Sun, where are you headed? Let me take you there!"

"No need, I've already called a car. You still haven't told me your name, though?" As Sun Yao spoke, a police car finally appeared on the street. It was unclear which bystander had called it, but it had nothing to do with Su Ke, and he didn't even look. "My name is Su Ke, I'm from No. 17 High School!"

"Nice to meet you, Su Ke. May I ask if you would be willing to accept an interview?" Suddenly, a girl popped out from somewhere, holding an Apple phone and filming Su Ke and Sun Yao.

Su Ke and Sun Yao both turned their heads to look. The girl looked quite like an actress named Wang Luodan, with short, cool hair, a casual tank top, cargo pants with many pockets, and a pair of Converse canvas shoes.

Her eyes were bright, her gaze clear, and her smile was radiant. The only drawback was that the breasts beneath her tank top weren't particularly perky, though they still appeared delicate and alluring.

"Who are you?" Before Su Ke could speak, Sun Yao frowned and asked, clearly displeased with this paparazzi-like figure who had suddenly appeared.

"I'm a reporter for the Weihai City Daily. I want to write a piece on Student Su Ke's brave act of catching a thief. I'll likely upload this video to our website as well!" The reporter said, pulling an ID badge from the pocket of her cargo pants.

Sun Yao took the badge. "Intern reporter? Hong Chen!"

"That's right, my name is Hong Chen. Even though I'm an intern, I'm still allowed to compile stories!" Hong Chen seemed to notice Sun Yao's reluctance and looked a bit disappointed, but she immediately turned her attention back to Su Ke.

"Student Su Ke, what was the reason that made you rush forward the moment you heard there was a thief?"

Su Ke frowned as well. His personality had always been introverted to the point of being nearly reclusive. Being interviewed like this was already far too flashy for his liking, so he naturally didn't answer. "I'm sorry, I don't want to be interviewed!"

"Ah? Why?" Hong Chen was stunned, looking at Su Ke with a bitter expression.

"I really don't want to be interviewed!" Seeing Hong Chen's miserable face, Su Ke felt a bit of pity, but he truly wasn't used to this.

"Screech!"

A black sedan slowly pulled to a stop just a short distance from the three of them. The door opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out, standing near the vehicle.

"My car is here!" Sun Yao smiled at Su Ke and pointed to the sedan parked by the side of the road—it was actually a Mercedes-Benz. She then said to Hong Chen, "If you insist on posting the video online, I don't want my face to be seen. I don't think I need to explain the issue of portrait rights to you, do I?"

Sun Yao had been very gentle toward Su Ke, her smile sincere, but the moment she spoke to Hong Chen, she switched to a stern face, exuding the aura of a formidable businesswoman that left people stunned.

"Um, I know. I can blur your face!" Hong Chen nodded obediently.

"Blur?" Su Ke froze at the word, his mind immediately jumping to unpleasant associations. Terms like "uncensored" popped into his head—all jargon he had seen online, which were quite tempting.

After bidding Sun Yao farewell and watching her get into the Mercedes, Su Ke shrugged helplessly at the intern reporter. "Sorry, I have to go too!"

"Hey, wait!" With Sun Yao gone, Hong Chen ran in front of Su Ke's bike again. "Do you know why everyone stood by and did nothing when you were asking for help earlier?"

"Do you know why you were the first to chase after him, while others cleared a path for you?"

"Do you know why thieves are always shouted at by everyone, yet most of them still manage to get away with it?"

Hong Chen didn't know if it was because of her excitement, but a flush rose to her cheeks. Though not large, her delicate breasts heaved with her rapid breathing.

However, Su Ke wasn't paying attention to that question. Instead, he heard a notification sound in his mind and quickly checked it:

Task: Accept Hong Chen's interview; Reward: High School Mathematics Mastery (Advanced).

"Damn, what a surprise! It's actually an advanced reward!" Su Ke felt happiness had come too quickly and found it hard to believe.

"Hey, are you listening to me? Are you going to accept my interview or not!" Hong Chen grew more agitated as she spoke, her spicy personality finally breaking through.

"I accept, I accept!" Su Ke nodded quickly.