Therefore, the “Big Boss” these two were talking about certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to only think about making money… right?
However, this wasn't something An Chen needed to worry about right now. If there really was a force trying to integrate Transcendents for some scheme, that would be Kunpeng's business, not his.
He only needed to care about these two people in front of him.
Although their target was Wang Zhaoyang, not him, and An Chen never liked to meddle, this matter was too close to him, and An Chen was very worried it would affect him.
Moreover, if Wang Zhaoyang kept attracting attention at school, it would actually be beneficial for him.
With one sun attracting others' attention, no one would notice the stars beside it.
In the future, perhaps he could even make use of this “sun”...
An Chen continued to listen carefully to their conversation.
“This kid is really stupid. He posted all his information online, and I barely had to search.”
“Good thing. Although there aren't many dumber than him, I've seen some. Boys and girls this age are just like that, without any vigilance. I heard there are many Transcendents of this age, which is also an opportunity for us.”
“Hmm, do a few more jobs, and we'll be set for life. The prices those big figures offer are really not low.”
“Hey, why are so many Transcendents young people? How come I haven't seen any old men or people our age?”
“Don't you think about it? It's only these young people who like to run around. Office workers stay in their companies, old men lie in bed. How many doors can they pass through in a day?”
“That's true...”
Next, it was just idle chatter between the two, nothing substantial.
However, An Chen found their theory somewhat interesting.
Thinking about it according to their explanation, it did seem to be the case.
And indeed, most of the Transcendents who have appeared so far are young people.
The two squatted at the entrance for another half an hour, smoked two cigarettes, and then left chatting idly.
An Chen glanced at the time. It was already 4:30 PM, not long until his shift ended.
“Su Xiaojiu.”
An Chen patted Su Xiaojiu, waking her up from where she was sleeping on the table.
“Huh?”
Su Xiaojiu wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, looking dazed.
“Use a Stealth Talisman and follow those two. Text me to keep in touch.”
An Chen pointed to the two who were about to leave the entrance.
Not knowing what An Chen wanted to do, Su Xiaojiu hesitated a little.
“Hurry, I'll treat you to ice cream.”
“Okay!”
Su Xiaojiu immediately ignited a Stealth Talisman. Once the two left the entrance, she secretly ran out of the shop and followed behind them.
Half an hour later, An Chen's phone received a message.
“They opened computers at another internet cafe across from your school. Are you investigating your competitors? Do you want me to help you cause them some trouble?”
“No.”
An Chen's mouth twitched, and he quickly replied.
“These two people I asked you to watch are bad guys. I just want you to help keep an eye on them.”
“Bad guys? Then why not just kill them?”
An Chen's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Is this how people think in the Kyushu Continent?
An Chen's fingers rapidly tapped the screen.
“No, in our world, punishing bad people requires evidence.”
“Evidence?”
“It means you have to see them doing bad things.”
“I understand, you're setting a trap for them!”
This was a new word Su Xiaojiu had just learned.
“...”
An Chen was speechless, but thinking about it, it didn't seem to be a problem.
His idea was to wait for these two to make a move on Wang Zhaoyang, and then he would act.
After all, he couldn't just arrest them simply because he saw them investigating Wang Zhaoyang and suspected they wanted to do bad things, right?
“You could say that.”
“Alright, I'll help you keep an eye on them. Anyway, I don't have much to do.”
“Breakfast?”
It was almost time to get off work, and the boss walked in, yawning.
The two said nothing, just greeted each other and handed over the shift.
“For breakfast, I want steamed buns, twelve of them!”
An Chen looked at the message and sighed with a smile.
Just consider it, he was raising a glutton.
An Chen first went home, tidied himself up, changed into his school uniform, put on his backpack, went downstairs to pick up the breakfast he had pre-ordered yesterday, and bought eighteen more steamed buns.
This was his and Su Xiaojiu's breakfast.
The two met at the internet cafe across from the school gate for the handover.
His appetite had indeed increased, but it was clearly not as much as Su Xiaojiu's.
He arrived at school as usual. Today, Ye Xinning did not arrive early either. Instead, like other classmates, she almost arrived just in time for class.
“Why isn't Scholar Ye studying so hard anymore?”
Some classmates teased her, which wasn't mockery; they often teased each other like this.
But Ye Xinning was a little embarrassed, lowering her head and walking to her seat, also glancing at An Chen who was staring at her.
“Have you made your choice?”
An Chen asked with a smile.
“Mm.”
Ye Xinning nodded, then shook her head.
“Not entirely decided yet. I plan to wait a bit longer before making a choice.”
Ye Xinning suddenly pursed her lips and smiled.
“It doesn't delay anything, right?”
An Chen was startled.
He had never seen Ye Xinning smile before.
Ye Xinning used to be expressionless and kept her head down all day, so her expression was never visible.
She and An Chen were both famous for their poker faces in class, but Ye Xinning's “poker face” was much more severe than An Chen's.
“Right, it doesn't delay anything.”
This “wait two days” almost confirmed to An Chen that Ye Xinning was a Transcendent.
He wanted to see the back of Ye Xinning's hand to check for a door mark, but Ye Xinning was wearing long sleeves and had her hands tucked into them, so he couldn't see.
An Chen's own mark was actually also covered. He used cheap concealer bought from a small commodities market. That door mark was like a tattoo, and the mark was relatively faint, so it could be covered with concealer.
He had some of this at home; he had bought it before at a small commodities market.
At that time, he was working on a construction site and often got cuts on his hands. After the wounds scabbed over, they looked quite frightening. An Chen didn't know where he heard it, but it said that concealer was for covering blemishes and could be used to cover wounds, so he bought it.
But only after buying it did he realize that the wounds it covered were what they called “acne scars.”
The injuries other young people sustained were fundamentally different from the injuries he sustained.
However, it came in handy now.
Only a small portion of the class was present now; the others had probably gone to Class 9 for story time again.
An Chen was originally too lazy to listen to Wang Zhaoyang's uninformative stories, because Wang Zhaoyang's stories were half-truths, mixed with a lot of fictional elements, so listening to them had no reference value.
However, knowing that this guy might encounter something unexpected today, An Chen still went to take a look.
“See? This is my Transcendent mark!”
Wang Zhaoyang was currently showing off the door-shaped symbol on the back of his hand.
An Chen covered his forehead.
There truly were differences between people.
