Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âYou really donât know who he is? Youâve forgotten? He rescued us before. He even defused the bomb situation so coolly. He canât be a normal person!â
Mu Xiaoxiao noticed Yin Shaojieâs gaze on her and she started to get a little nervous.
She tugged at Han Qiqingâs hand and pretended to stretch. âIâm so tired. If you want to know, you can look him up yourself. Anyway, Iâm not interested in knowing. I want to go inside to sleep. Donât disturb me.â
After that, she walked into the resting area.
âWhy are you like this⦠Xiaoxiao, are you really sleepy, or are you faking it?â Han Qiqing didnât believe that her friend wasnât interested in knowing.
Song Shijun waved a hand at her, gesturing for her to follow Xiaoxiao. âI think you should rest with Xiaoxiao.â
âI donât want to. Iâm not sleepy.â Han Qiqing walked around and stood by his side, craning her neck to look at the computer screen. She asked, âDo we have any other way to investigate who this âJun Zeyeâ is? His surname is Jun, a unique surname! It should be easy, right?â
âHow about we doxx him?â Song Shijun suggested.
Han Qiqing nodded vigorously, âSure, sure! Aiyohâ â
She was hit on the head.
Song Shijun rolled his eyes at her and said, âDoxxing is illegal!â
Also, it wasnât like there werenât other ways to look for information on him. They didnât have to stoop to such a low level.
Han Qiqing glared at him. âThat was obviously your suggestion!â
âIt was just a casual remark. Who knew you were legally illiterate? You should hurry up and go in to accompany Xiaoxiao. Stop hindering our work here.â Song Shijun pushed her away, and gave her a look.
Han Qiqing pouted. âFine! Iâll go then. If you find anything, remember to tell me about it!â
âAlright, hurry up and go in!â
It was only then that Han Qiqing entered the resting area reluctantly.
Yin Shaojie and Song Shijun were now left alone.
Song Shijun then moved closer. In a whisper, he said to Yin Shaojie, âDo you want to use your hacking skills to investigate him? His presence at the kidnapping incident yesterday was too coincidental and he even appeared in school today. Donât you think this is all too coincidental?â
Yin Shaojie looked at him. âHow did you know he was involved in the kidnapping incident?â
Song Shijun smiled as he explained, âHow could I not show some concern when your familyâs building was under attack yesterday? Coincidentally, my dad brought the CCTV recording of the incident home to investigate. I looked at it and thatâs how I know itâs him.
Yin Shaojie nodded. âThere are indeed too many coincidences.â
And he was someone who didnât believe in coincidences.
He didnât know why but he felt uneasy, as though something might happen soon.
He said, âActually, Iâve already started looking into himâ¦â
Yin Shaojie was interrupted by a notification ringtone on his phone, signaling that he had received a message.
He took up his phone and opened his messages app.
It was the detective. He had sent over the results of his investigation and there were many photographs attached.
In most of the photographs, Jun Zeye was together with a bespectacled boy.
âEh?!â Song Shijun saw the photograph and exclaimed. He snatched the phone in a sudden motion, before cursing. âF*uck! Why is is it him!â
âYou know him?â Yin Shaojie asked.
Song Shijun pointed to the photograph at the gentle and cultivated-looking boy beside Jun Zeye. Gritting his teeth, he said, âNing Ruyan!â
âNing?â Yin Shaojie fronwed.
If he remembered correctly, the governor of the province had the surname âNingâ.