Chapter 133 (1/2)

Chapter 133: Rain Main (Part 3) II

The reporter looked as if he had more questions but Xiaoyu grabbed my arm and made a run for the car .

The reported followed after us, his mic raised . ”Can you give us more details? We really want to know . . . ”

”Sorry, interviewing time is over,” a security guard stepped forward and interrupted .

The cameraman behind put the equipment down . ”I've got enough footages . It will be perfect if we can just secure an exclusive interview with Mr . Luqiao . ”

The reporter put his mic down and nodded . ”Yeah, let's discuss it again . ”

The interior of the seven-seater car had been modified into that of a limousine .

In it sat a woman and the chauffeur .

She looked at me and asked, ”Xiaoyu, who is this?”

”A friend,” she answered, taking her seat and patting the one beside her .

”When did you two meet? Are you trying to ride on her fame?” the woman asked urgently, reaching a leg out to block me from entering .

I looked at them awkwardly .

Cameras were flas.h.i.+ng outside and I added helplessly, ”I knew her before she became famous . ”

”Sister Xiaomei, he's a friend from the inst.i.tution . ”

”That mental inst.i.tution? He's mentally ill?” she asked in shock .

”Who are you accusing of being mentally ill?” I retorted .

I figured that she must be Xiaoyu's manager since there wasn't anyone else except for her and the driver .

Xiaoyu shook her head and corrected her, ”He was actually my teacher, Sister Xiaomei . ”

”Teacher? Oh, my G.o.d, I'm so sorry, please come in,” she hurriedly sat upright and pointed to the seat beside Xiaoyu .

I entered and the security guard outside shut the door .

The driver started the engine and inched forward slowly .

The woman looked at me and apologized, ”I'm so sorry, I'm her manager . Just call me Xiaomei . How do I address you, if I may ask?”

”No need, just call me Crazy,” I said, rather spitefully . This woman wasn't likable at all .

Xiaoyu took over, saying, ”Ignore him, Sister Xiaomei . He's Luqiao . ”

”Alright . Anyway, did you win today?” she queried with a smile .

”Yeah, easily . It was a thousand toothpicks dropping into a vase this time, and I guessed the number before they even fell,” she explained proudly .

”Really impressive . Are you confident about tomorrow's compet.i.tion then?” she asked .

”Yes, I'm ready to become world champion,” Xiaoyu answered .

”You'll have to attend three interviews after you win . You can't lose, alright?” she added .

”Don't worry, they're too weak for me,” Xiaoyu rea.s.sured her with a smile .

I frowned a little at their conversation . It did seem as though she'd been doing the same old trick throughout the past year . The show gave her no opportunity to progress . She had become a tool, a money tree .

I had to ask her, on the president's behalf, if she had been improving her math .

I started organizing my words in my head but soon noticed the woman looking over at me .

We exchanged glances and it seemed that she, too, had something she wanted to say .

”What is it?” I asked, breaking the silence .

”Were you her math teacher? Did you work in the inst.i.tution? I'm sorry for calling you mental, but it's all for her own good . I'm worried about people getting close and taking advantage of her, now that she's famous,” she explained .

”Sorry, but I'm definitely gonna get even closer to her,” I responded, eliciting a strange look from her .

”Right, Luqiao, why are you in Beijing?” Xiaoyu asked .

”Do you remember the president?”

”What about him?”

”He's critically ill,” I told her .

Anxious, she asked, ”Where's the phone? I want to call him . ”