"Oh, Little Ball, there was something I forgot to tell you."
"Remember how I asked you to join our organization, Evening Bell? Our senior agreed."
"So from now on, you're a member of Evening Bell too," Zhou Fan said.
When he brought it up with Xia Qingran, she had agreed.
He just hadn't had a chance to tell Zhao Qiu yet.
"Really? Then we're in the same organization now."
"But I don't think Evening Bell is a very auspicious name," Zhao Qiu said.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Look, we're full of energy, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning, and everything we do is brimming with life. But with a name like Evening Bell, doesn't the 'evening' part clash with us a little?"
"Anyone who didn't know better would think our organization was full of old men and women with one foot in the grave," Zhao Qiu said.
"Well, well! Little Ball, since when did you start making so much sense? That doesn't sound like you."
From what Zhou Fan knew of Zhao Qiu, the guy was the perfect example of a slacker who had given up trying.
Hearing something so reasonable come out of his mouth really made Zhou Fan see him in a new light.
"Unfortunately, I'm not the leader, so I can't change the name."
"Leaders can change, you know. I'm sure you'll win Senior Qingran over someday and take her place as the boss!" Zhao Qiu said.
"You dream even bigger than I do."
"Of course! What's the difference between someone without dreams and a dead fish? I might not have what it takes, but if my buddy takes off, I can ride along with him. Isn't that a kind of success too?"
The guy was coming up with more and more twisted