With his back to Mao Feiyang, Mu Daxian turned his face halfway toward him and sneered. "That's why I said... you're the key to this second step!"
"Hiss..." Mao Feiyang quietly sucked in a breath. "Brother Xian, why do I get the feeling I've got nine chances of dying and only one of surviving...?"
"'Nine chances of dying and one of surviving'?" Mu Daxian considered it. "Nine Grinning Angels want to kill you, and listening carefully to me is your only chance of survival... tsk, that really does fit. You've got a good grasp of things!"
"Brother Xian, please stop joking at a time like this and get to the point." Mao Feiyang was on the verge of tears.
Having finished his masterpiece, Mu Daxian had actually relaxed considerably, in stark contrast to Mao Feiyang's nervousness.
"Don't panic. Hear me out."
"The Grinning Angels have been targeting you all along, so I made an 'Impersonator Mao Feiyang' by hand. I'll personally deliver him to the Grinning Angels to draw their attacks, and we'll take the opportunity to leave the Teaching Building through the elevator and return to the Art Building."
"Starting now, I'm going to use your identity credential to anchor him as you. Our plan can only succeed if even he believes he's you."
"But if he becomes me, who am I?" Mao Feiyang spotted the crux of the problem.
Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes and said with utter seriousness, "Exactly. That's the key issue."
"Listen carefully to every word I say from now on. When the time comes, you won't have any margin for error!"
Mao Feiyang's expression immediately turned grave.
"Go ahead, Brother Xian. I'm listening."
Mu Daxian nodded slightly. "First, you need to hand over your Student Commemorative Coin. Don't rush-not right now."
"Oh..."
"We need