The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 74

The unbroken silence made the atmosphere strangely tense.

You Ting casually pulled out a chair and sat down, chin slightly raised, her clear gaze directed towards the middle-aged man opposite her.

The man was stern and humorless, his face perpetually solemn, rarely displaying any expression.

He stared directly back at You Ting, his eyes filled with suspicion and wariness.

His shoulders were instinctively tense, a defensive posture, like a leopard in the forest whose territory has been intruded upon by a strange creature.

Grinding its claws, ready to strike a dangerous blow at the enemy at any moment.

But he clearly underestimated the girl opposite him.

She was not a prey to be toyed with, but rather an unhurried hunter.

You Ting crossed her hands, resting her chin on them.

A slender, pale finger curled up slightly, and then a gust of wind rose from the floor, blowing the door shut with a loud bang.

The muffled sound startled the people outside the door.

Ji Man peered around the door, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hear a single sound through it.

“Darn it, using an ability too. What could they be talking about that we can’t hear?”

Ji Man nudged Ji Zhou with his elbow, trying to find an ally: “You agree, don’t you, little sprout?”

Ji Zhou replied earnestly: “Brother Ji Man, it’s not right to eavesdrop on others’ conversations.”

“What others? One of them is my uncle, and the other is my sister,” Ji Man said self-righteously. “How can you call this eavesdropping? This is clearly… er, concern for them!”

Ji Zhou didn’t intend to be complicit with him and quietly squatted to the side, recalling the power she had just exerted.

After several attempts to listen without success, Ji Man slumped down and squatted next to Ji Zhou.

“Aren’t you curious about what my uncle and sister are talking about?” he asked.

Ji Man couldn’t understand how Ji Zhou could be so calm.

It was obvious that the two of them had some shocking secret to discuss; he was so curious he felt like tearing his hair out.

Ji Zhou replied without lifting her head: “No.”

Ji Man choked, extremely surprised: “Why?”

“Anyway, I know Sister Ting won’t harm us.”

Ji Zhou tilted her head, giving Ji Man a slight smile: “We just need to trust her.”

Ji Man was momentarily stunned, his throat shifted, and he finally let out a soft laugh: “Little sprout, you really are…”

Perhaps unable to find a suitable adjective for a moment, he changed the subject, saying: “Oh right, I’ve never asked about you guys before.”

His curiosity was evident: “What were you doing before the apocalypse?”

Without waiting for Ji Zhou to answer, he sized her up and down, muttering to himself: “Looking at your age and small build, you’re probably a student.”

Ji Man stroked his chin and pondered: “Sister Ting, well… I can’t tell. But I guess, at least she was the boss of several dozen, no, several hundred subordinates!”

“If she didn’t like someone, she’d just wave her hand, and her underlings would swarm in and handle things perfectly.”

“In the end, Sister Ting would finish the task, shake off the dust, and disappear, deep in anonymity.”

He was excited by his own imagination, his eyes sparkling: “That’s so cool!”

Ji Zhou: “…”

She said softly: “Although I don’t know Sister Ting’s past, I guess it has nothing to do with what you’re thinking.”

“As for myself,” she paused, shaking her head vaguely, “I can’t recall.”

Ji Man became interested: “What do you mean? Why can’t you recall?”

Ji Zhou innocently shook her head.

She pointed to her head, “Regarding the time before the apocalypse, I can only remember a few scattered and blurry fragments.”

“Like—” she frowned, thinking, “The crackling firelight flashing past, leaving behind only faintly glowing residual images, but they can’t be seen clearly.”

Ji Man: “…What you said is too sophisticated; I didn’t get it.”

“But none of that matters,” he patted Ji Zhou’s shoulder, concluding with a firm tone, “I guess when you were with Shen Jiaxing, he didn’t take good care of you, which is why your brain got damaged.”

Ji Zhou wrinkled her nose and retorted in a low voice: “Your brain is damaged.”

“Oh, little sprout, you dare to talk back now!” Ji Man was pleased rather than angry and laughed heartily, “See, Shen Jiaxing did spoil you, didn’t he? Back then, you were like a paper doll startled by every little thing, nothing like you are now—”

He grinned: “Much livelier, and much freer.”

Ji Zhou’s expression was slightly dazed.

Had she changed so much without realizing it?

“Don’t worry about the past if you can’t remember it,” Ji Man sat down on the ground carelessly, leaning back and crossing his legs. “We all have to look forward in life.”

He looked at Ji Zhou, smiling cheerfully: “Little sprout, your future is limitless!”

For some reason, Ji Zhou recalled the words You Ting had once said to her—

“Ji Zhou, you must move forward, don’t look back.”

Her features softened slightly, and she asked Ji Man with a slight smile: “How can you be so sure?”

“I forgot to tell you, besides being Young Master Ji Ba,” Ji Man raised an eyebrow at her, “I can also read fortunes; people in the Jianghu call me Ji Half-Immortal!”

Ji Zhou looked up with clear eyes and asked: “Really?”

Ji Man laughed very loudly: “Silly! Of course, it’s fake!”

The two joked around, gradually dispersing the tense atmosphere that had been in the room earlier.

The base’s simulated sun created bright sunlight.

They looked up at the “sky” at the same time, and in that instant, the tranquility almost made them forget what era they were in.

Ji Man suddenly asked: “Little sprout, what do you want to do after the apocalypse ends?”

Ji Zhou had never thought about this question.

So she was stunned for a long time before shaking her head: “I’m not sure, maybe… I’ll plant a flower first?”

Her words always carried a touch of childish innocence, so Ji Man smiled along: “How is one enough? When the time comes, I, the Young Master, will fund you to take over an entire mountain; I’ll let you plant them all!”

“If I can,” Ji Man’s eyes were bright, “I want to travel the world and be a wandering hero!”

Ji Zhou was about to say something when she suddenly heard a soft creak.

The door opened.

Uncle Ji Er and You Ting walked out.

“Sister Ting!” she quickly stood up to greet her.

Uncle Ji Er’s expression was complicated. He glanced at the group, eventually extending a hand to You Ting and saying: “The Special Squad welcomes your joining.”

You Ting reached out and lightly shook his hand, smiling slightly: “Pleasure working with you.”

Before leaving, Uncle Ji Er tossed several cards to the group—they bore a unique pattern, symbolizing the Special Squad status.

Once everyone was gone, Ji Man, who had barely figured out the situation, looked at You Ting with admiration.

“Sister, you’re amazing! The Special Squad isn’t something just anyone can get into, and you managed to get all of us in just by talking to the old man for a bit!”

At this moment, he didn’t care at all what the two of them had discussed, his heart filled only with excitement. He couldn’t wait to go explore the legendary Special Squad and see what kind of place it was.

Ji Zhou rubbed the specialized card, calmly asking: “Sister Ting, do we have to pay a corresponding price?”

You Ting touched the top of her head, saying gently: “No need.”

“You just need to keep moving forward,” she curved her red lips, her voice light as the wind, “That’s enough.”

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