Chapter 420 - Do You Hate The Rain? (2/2)

Whatever it is we would talk about,

It was enough just to speak to you, to be close to you, On the Champs-Élysées, on the Champs-Élysées!

Whether in the sun or in the rain, at noon or midnight

Everything you could want is on the Champs-Élysées!

Leah, having come from a professional music background, also happened to be a talented singer. Coupled with experience as the lead singer of Suffocated to Death, she actually sang a lot better than many famous singers. Her jazzy, melodic voice gave the cla.s.sic French pop song a very different flavor.

If it had not been for her brother’s tragic death, she might have perhaps become a famous superstar twelve years later, taking into account her irresistible charm and how stunning she looked.

When the song was over, Philip and the others erupted into applause as patrons at La Grenouille Verte would.

Leah did a little curtsy. “Thank you, thank you. Your enthusiasm will only cause me to puff up. Hahaha!”

“Encore! Encore!” Waldo put down the device in his hand, putting his Legend of Zelda he’d been burying his head in for fifteen months on hold, a rare occurrence for a guy who was that close to becoming one with the gaming device.

“Alright…” Leah accepted the request and began the second song.

It, however, did not escape Little Boy’s observant eyes that Zhang Heng wasn’t in the house with the rest of them. A while later, she found him by the lake. The skies had sprouted a drizzle, and it was cold. Little Boy pulled her coat tighter around herself.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Fis.h.i.+ng,” Zhang Heng replied, waving a fis.h.i.+ng rod.

“Huh? But it’s raining.”

“Do you hate the rain?”

“I wouldn’t say I hate it, but I don’t particularly like it either. It gets so humid when it rains,” said Little Boy, frowning at the thought.

“Mm, that’s true.”

Suddenly, the buoy that had been bobbing calmly on the water started moving.

“Oh, you’ve baited a fis.h.!.+” Little Boy said.

Zhang Heng did not react immediately. He waited until the buoy completely sank into the water before jerking the rod and reeling in the line. The large fish struggled as he hooked it out of the water.

“Too bad it’s a carp. We can’t eat that,” commented Little Boy.

“Who said carps can’t be eaten? I’ll cook it tomorrow, and you can give it a go.”

Zhang Heng bent down and put the fish in the pail.

“Shall we go back?”

Little Boy nodded, and the two walked alongside each other on the slightly muddy path. Little Boy kept opening her mouth to speak, but no words would come out. “What is it you want to say?” “I feel like everyone’s too laid back. It’s like they’re on vacation. Because Edward didn’t reply, the whole team is directionless. It doesn’t seem good for us to just kick back like that,” Little Boy confessed her worries. “Don’t worry. It won’t last long,” Zhang Heng a.s.sured her, “The real challenge is about to come.”