Chapter 133: Rain Main (Part 3) Ii (1/2)

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.”