Zhu Mengmeng did not think too much of it at first. She had never had much confidence in her esper ability. Although Qiu Wuji kept telling her it was awesome, she had no idea what was so awesome about it.
She did not dare tug randomly at other people's threads, and she could not matchmake for others or herself. What could looking at a jumble of threads do besides annoy her?
Besides, this symphony was far too martial and rousing. Plenty of people might like that sort of thing, men especially, but it really did not suit Zhu Mengmeng's tastes. She preferred gentle, lyrical melodies.
As far as Zhu Mengmeng was concerned, anyone who romanced each other amid music so stirring it set their blood boiling had a screw loose. In short, she was getting restless and planned to go somewhere else.
She had just opened the guidebook in her hands to look for somewhere to go when a gentlemanly greeting came from beside her. "Beautiful miss, may I sit beside you?"
Zhu Mengmeng looked up. It was a tall, strapping foreigner who was quite handsome, though unfortunately, the gauze on his nose made him look a little ridiculous.
Seeing her examining his nose, the foreigner smiled awkwardly. "I accidentally bumped into something a couple of days ago. My name is John. Might I have the honor of learning your name, beautiful miss?"
Zhu Mengmeng curled her lip. "An English name, huh? Does Lovely Piggy count?"
John froze for a moment, then smiled. "You must be joking, miss..."
A woman who looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight, calling herself "Lovely Piggy."
Zhu Mengmeng's face was blank. "What? Someone else can call herself Angelababy, but I can't call myself Lovelypiggy?"
John: "..."
However bizarre her attitude was, at least she had not objected