The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 439 - 438 The Significance of 6v7
Chapter 439: Chapter 438: The Significance of 6v7
Chapter 439: Chapter 438: The Significance of 6v7
Ye Jinwen’s body stiffened as he understood his language.
In computer language, zero represents false, and one represents true.
Zero being false also means denial, from which it can be inferred that even at this point, Seventh Brother is still unwilling to change the team rules—not one bit.
However, now the one who is bearing the brunt is him!
It has nothing to do with Seventh Brother at all!
Poor dear, he thought he had picked up a cushy job, but he ended up just being someone who charges forward and takes the fall for others.
Yun Sang was right, this is truly a plastic brotherhood!
But sorry, he’s a coward; he doesn’t dare to stand up to Mr.
Mo like Yun Sang does.
Ye Jinwen decisively said to Lu Mian, “The team rules cannot be changed, not a single one.”
Lu Mian nodded her head, if they can’t be changed, then they can’t be changed, after all, she did her best.
She didn’t know what Ye Jinwen was being so stubborn about; he’s not usually such a stickler for rules!
Meanwhile, Yun Sang was suddenly staring at Lu Mian for several seconds.
He was even more puzzled, how did Lu Mian know the team members wanted to change the team rules?
Cheng Feng had said he sent the message to Xiao Qimo, could it be that Xiao Qimo relayed it to her?
Doesn’t seem like it.
The group slowly moved away from the coffee table, and Xiao Qimo returned to his computer.
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But now, he was not very busy.
He casually flicked the computer screen and looked at Lu Mian, asking, “Do you want to play a game together?”
He was trying hard to find common ground with Lu Mian.
In fact, they had plenty of common language, but he wanted to unlock more unknown areas, like the fact that Lu Mian enjoys playing games, which he could also indulge in.
Lu Mian smiled and walked to his chair, tilting her head slightly, she asked, “Director Qimo, is that physics mini-game we students are playing made by you?
Because I saw the developer’s information!”
Xiao Qimo nodded, his deep ink-like eyes slightly brightened, “Yes, I made it.”
“So you really are 6V7!” Lu Mian stroked her chin, contemplative, “But why 6V7?”
Xiao Qimo tapped his fingers on the table, “That’s because! your surname is Lu, which is the capital letter for 6, and my name includes the sound of 7, so it’s 6V7.”
He paused, “The rest, I guess! you could figure out, right?”
Xiao Qimo overestimated Lu Mian; she hadn’t figured it out.
She only knew that V stands for versus, which means confrontation.
Lu Mian laughed, not dwelling on his words, and gave him a thumbs up, “The software is well made; we had a lot of fun playing it, and I got first place.”
Her tone carried a hint of subtle pride.
Xiao Qimo suddenly understood; she must have used someone else’s account to play.
So the congratulatory pop-up must have been seen by her personally, right?
Although this was not the scenario he had imagined, his objective was achieved at least.
His eyes lit up, looking forward to Lu Mian’s next words.
But Lu Mian smiled and said nothing, pursing her lips as she sat opposite him, “Come on, let’s get into the game.”
Xiao Qimo: !
However, before Xiao Qimo could log into his account, Zhou Xin ran up from downstairs and whispered a few words in Xiao Qimo’s ear.
Xiao Qimo apologized, “You start first, I have to deal with something.”
—-
When Xiao Qimo arrived downstairs, he saw Xiu Qian waiting at the door.
This was the first time the two men had come face-to-face since arriving at Yangfan Hotel.
Xiao Qimo raised an eyebrow, his tone very indifferent, “What’s the matter?”
Xiu Qian’s momentum instantly deflated by half, he looked up, his eyes filled with gloom, but he used a pleading tone, “For Sufeng Game Company’s post-holiday promotion, can you spare half an hour to attend?
It won’t take up too much of your time, just showing up would be enough.”
Xiao Qimo was not surprised by his arrival, nor by his request, and replied without emotion, “I believe I have already responded to you via email, I won’t be attending.”
“But…”
Xiu Qian clenched his fists and took a step forward.
“You can come to the Shadow Hunting Team, so why can’t you visit Sufeng Game Company once more?
They need you there too!
You wouldn’t want to watch such a big gaming company gradually decline, right?!
It could have had a better future, if it weren’t for you back then…”
Xiu Qian paused at this point, not continuing further, but looking at Xiao Qimo’s firm gaze, he asked, “Why?
Why on earth?
You would rather live here for so long than spend half an hour to help Sufeng?”
Xiao Qimo told him frankly and straightforwardly, “Want to know why?
My nephew.”
Indeed, Xiu Qian was his nephew; the two of them were uncle and nephew.
Only, Xiu Qian’s family had changed their surname, and now their relationship seemed distant.
Xiu Qian was stunned.
The man smiled slightly, “Because she’s not there—the one I care for.”
——
That afternoon, Lu Mian arrived at Yulan Pavilion, feeling some discomfort in her stomach.
She had felt it since the morning, and glancing at her electronic watch on her wrist, she realized the time of the month had come again.
She went back to her room to take care of her personal issue, then swallowed a few painkillers Xiao Qimo had given her before heading out slowly to class.
Lu Mian entered the classroom right on time, with Wan Haixiang already waiting at the lectern, just a couple of minutes before the start.
He remembered Lu Mian; every time he saw her, he could find a few faults with her.
The others watched Lu Mian return to her seat, then oddly noticed that although Lu Mian had arrived, Xiu Qian still hadn’t.
Qu Weiwei knew the reason well because Xiu Qian was a big shot; he would come if he wanted, and wouldn’t if he didn’t.
Everyone sitting here was basking in Xiu Qian’s presence—who were they to judge him?!
Wan Haixiang was exceptionally tolerant of Xiu Qian, and after checking the classroom was almost full, he began opening his textbook, readying himself to start the lesson.
Lu Mian slumped down at her desk; it was evident that she wasn’t feeling well.
Her deskmate Zhang Yanyan noticed and expressed his concern; Lu Mian waved it off saying, “I’m fine.”
Just then, her phone received a text message, one without a saved contact name.
But even so, without knowing the name, she could tell who it was.
[How do you feel?]
The message was from Sikong Jian.
All of them knew about her dysmenorrhea aftermath.
Each month’s end, as if they had all agreed, they took turns checking on her.
Last time, Sikong Jian even brought her painkillers, but she hadn’t yet finished the box from Xiao Qimo, so she used the already opened one first.
The box Sikong Jian left for her was still lying intact in her suitcase.
She didn’t know where he had obtained such precious medicine, and didn’t want to ask much; after seeing his message, she simply replied: [The medicine works well, I’m fine.]
It seemed Sikong Jian was relieved as his tone appeared much cheerier in his reply, [That’s great!
Then…do I have the honor of meeting Miss Lu?]
Such a smooth talker!
Lu Mian chided softly.
But his next message followed quickly: [Mianmian, I miss you.]
Lu Mian stared at the phone screen, her breath suddenly snatched away; a simple six words made her heart contract violently.
There were emotions rippling…
She still couldn’t bring herself to refuse Sikong Jian; it wasn’t easy for him to see her, and she knew it.
Such an opportunity, she was also reluctant to miss.
