My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities-Chapter 418: Four hundred and seventeen, mistook someone for someone else

After considering for a while, Principal Zhang said, "Alright, let’s wait until the results come out before I decide." He could be sure that Song Yan Ning had answered all the math questions correctly, but as for Chinese and English, he had to wait until the Chinese and English teachers had marked them to know the outcomes. If Song Yan Ning’s performance in Chinese and English was as good as in math, then he would agree to the condition.

"Okay!" Qin Yushen nodded and, after exchanging a few pleasantries with Principal Zhang, walked out of the principal’s office with Song Yan Ning.

By the lake shimmering in light and color, with a gentle breeze brushing the air, a pair of students in uniform sat side by side on the grass.

"Yaya, I’ve fallen for a girl." The boy’s handsome face lifted into a clean, shallow smile as he reached down to pick up a small stone from the ground and tossed it into the lake before them.

The stone skipped across the surface of the water several times before finally sinking beneath the lake, rippling out waves in concentric circles.

The girl paused, a flicker of sadness crossing her eyes. Her gaze rested on the lake, on those ripples still undulating, "Have you told her?"

The boy leaned back slightly, resting his hands on the ground behind him, and looked up at the sky, "I haven’t told her yet. I don’t know how to say it, can you teach me?"

The girl managed a bitter smile, "I..." How cruel of him to ask her to help him win over another girl. She had harbored feelings for him for three years, yet he had always treated her merely as a buddy.

"Cut!" Liu Zhe shouted at the two actors performing, then hurriedly ran towards Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen who were approaching.

"Wait a minute! Do you remember me? We met on the street that day, and I invited you to be the leading lady in my new play," Liu Zhe said excitedly, pointing at himself. He hadn’t expected to run into Song Yan Ning again, especially in Beijing.

He had been driving after Song Yan Ning that day, and midway, because a car had plunged into the river, causing a traffic jam, he lost her. He regretted not following her onto the bus. Fortunately, fate gave him another chance to encounter Song Yan Ning.

"You’ve mistaken me for someone else." Song Yan Ning knew the man must be wanting to invite her to be a leading actress again.

Liu Zhe scrutinized Song Yan Ning, confirming several times, "Do you have a twin sister?" He felt he couldn’t have mistaken her. How could there be another girl as perfect as Song Yan Ning in the world, not to mention her unique and transcendental aura?

"I don’t know." Song Yan Ning shrugged and walked on with Qin Yushen.

"Wait!" Liu Zhe stepped forward again, blocking their path, "My name is Liu Zhe, I’m a director, and I’d like to invite you both to be the leads in my new film." Mistaken identity or not, what mattered most was that they fit the roles for his new film.

"Not interested," said Qin Yushen flatly and, without paying any further attention to Liu Zhe, led Song Yan Ning away.

How could Liu Zhe give up just like that? He shouted after their retreating figures, "I can assure you, my new movie will be a hit. If you agree to star in it, you’ll become instant celebrities, known to everyone in the north and south of the river." Such temptation would be difficult for many to resist because everyone has dreams of stardom, especially at their age.

However, what answered him were the fading silhouettes of Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, who didn’t look back, nor did they pause in their steps.

Liu Zhe watched Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen grow distant, unable to snap out of it for a long while. The reaction of the two was a bit disheartening to him; there were so many people clawing their way to fame, yet when offered such an opportunity, they turned it down. If those who dreamt of stardom every day knew of this, they would be utterly bummed out.

Returning to the courtyard house, Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen immediately sensed something amiss and exchanged a look before entering the house.

As soon as they sat down, a chaotic rush of footsteps came from behind.

Seven or eight men clad in black, dressed as ninjas, burst through the door, surrounding Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen.

Seeing Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen remain calm without surprise at their entrance, the men started to feel uneasy. Ordinary people would be scared by such an intrusion, but these two acted as if they were as insignificant as air.

"We are here to kill you," one couldn’t help but blurt out.

"Know that," Qin Yushen said calmly.

"Since you know, aren’t you afraid?" The man swung his blade, the knife drawing a silver arc through the air.

Qin Yushen’s icy gaze swept over the man, who shivered with fear, and his knife fell, landing on his own foot.

"Ow!" The man screamed in pain and began hopping around clutching his foot.

The others watched their companion in dismay, feeling an urge to facepalm. Was this guy hired to make them laugh? It was embarrassingly ludicrous. If possible, they would really rather not know him.

"If you’re not going to fight, get lost," Qin Yushen uttered coldly. The only reason he didn’t strike was that these people hadn’t shown any real intent to kill; otherwise, they would be dead by now.

Feeling Qin Yushen’s chilling aura and formidable presence, the group had an ominous sensation welling inside, their steps involuntarily retreating. But if they returned like this, severe punishment awaited them.

Thinking this, the group stopped retreating, exchanged glances with each other, brandished their scimitars, and charged at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen. Today, whether they advanced or retreated, death awaited them, so they might as well fight.

Qin Yushen’s eyes flared with murderous intent, and with a wave of his hand, those charging at him were sent flying. If it weren’t for this being Xiao Ning’s grandparents’ courtyard house, those men would be dead.

The men, trembling, got up from the ground and didn’t dare linger any longer, scrambling and rolling towards the outside.

In an ancient courtyard, a man dressed in a kimono stood under a tree practicing swordsmanship.

"My lord! They have returned," a servant reported, rushing over.

The man in the kimono executed a perfect sword sheathing gesture, inserting his blade into its scabbard, "How did the task go?"

"They failed," the servant reported.

The man’s expression darkened, his eyes flickering with an intimidating cold light, "Send them to Punishment Hall."

"Yes!" The servant replied and turned to leave.

A flurry of disordered steps then sounded, "Master! It’s bad, the ones who returned have breathed their last."

The kimono-clad man’s eyes slightly widened, a cold laugh escaping him, "I seem to have underestimated them; they are indeed formidable."