Chen Xiaoying grew excited, stood straight up, and click-clacked over toward Fan Qishan in her high heels.
She walked up behind Liu Xinyu, her tone coy and imperious.
"Liu Xinyu, move over."
Liu Xinyu froze for a moment and instinctively looked at Fan Qishan, a question in his eyes.
Are you sure?
Fan Qishan's face showed little expression, and his tone was flat.
"I just want to read a few more people. More verification would be better."
Liu Xinyu promptly stood up and gave Chen Xiaoying his seat.
He stood behind her himself.
Now the seating arrangements were completely mixed up.
Chen Xiaoying and Fan Qishan sat together. Wang Xiaoliang was on Fan Qishan's other side, while on Chen Xiaoying's other side was Zhou Qiang, who had barely spoken earlier.
"Master, what character should I write?" Chen Xiaoying's voice was cloyingly sweet.
Fan Qishan did not even raise his eyelids.
"You're writing it. It's not like I'm the one writing it."
Despite the mild rebuff, Chen Xiaoying was not annoyed at all. Instead, she felt this was exactly the air a "master" ought to have.
"All right!"
She picked up the pen and thought for a moment, seemingly trying to come up with a deeply meaningful character.
A moment later, she solemnly wrote a character.
"八"-eight.
After writing it, she pushed the paper in front of Fan Qishan.
Fan Qishan picked up the pen.
Chen Xiaoying's eyes went wide, and she unconsciously leaned toward Fan Qishan, afraid of missing a single detail.
With a slight movement of his wrist, Fan Qishan added a "刀"-knife-beneath the two slanting strokes of "八."
Eight became "分"-parting.
The smile froze on Chen Xiaoying's face.
"Master... what does this mean?"
"Interpret it yourself."
Interpret it myself?
How am I supposed to interpret this?
Parting?
*Breaking