She watched the mysterious plaster head approach her and look down at her with an air of superiority.
After hearing what he said, Stelle had thought he would have something more to say. Instead, the man snapped his book shut, lifted his chin slightly, and snorted disdainfully.
"Hmph... in that case-figure it out yourselves."
With that, he brushed past the two of them.
Stelle stood there and blinked. "?
"Shouldn't figuring it out ourselves also mean coming to you?
"If an ordinary person suddenly saw a man wearing a plaster head, playing chess against himself like he had a split personality, in a dark, gloomy place like this, and then he came over and started talking unprompted, wouldn't they find that troubling?
"Isn't that your problem?"
The mysterious plaster head: "..."
"What are you standing there for? Are you really not going to explain this abrupt behavior of yours?" Stelle asked again.
The mysterious plaster head: "..."
Watching this unfold, Jiang Yu was actually a little dazed at first. "Talk about a role reversal. Who did she learn that from?"
The man wearing the plaster head stood stunned for a rare two seconds. This was the first time he had been taken aback by such an unusually familiar way of talking.
But after recovering, he had no intention of answering Stelle's question. Instead, he asked, "Do you have time to spare? I doubt it. Take the elevator down. What you're looking for is there."
He seemed to know a great deal about the purpose of Stelle and Jiang Yu's visit.
"So you really aren't going to give us an explanation?" Stelle brought it up yet again.
This habit of finding an opening and furiously rubbing salt into it had clearly been learned from Jiang Yu.
The plaster head: "..."
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