137 Soap Opera (1/2)
John Junior was actually smart enough to sense early on that he and the Golden Sons were not on the same page, but more often than not he just thought that it was just a problem of sociability.
He wasn't used to that kind of hypocrisy from the Golden Sons.
It was true that commoners should be loved a little bit, but there was a limit. If a commoner was harmed, then the Golden Sons would kill the noble responsible. This was too overboard.
Originally, he had assumed that the Golden Sons were just using this tactic to remove dissent.
But now his father's words had opened a window for him.
The Golden Sons treated them like ordinary people.
No wonder… he always felt something was wrong.
There was cold sweat on Little John's forehead now.
When John Senior saw that his son seemed to have figured it out, he said, ”What's even more impressive is that the Golden Sons acted impeccably this time. They impersonated the Gray Eyes resistance and removed themselves from the scene. The person who came up with this idea should have read the situation and known that all they need to do now is hunker down until they have the power to topple the entire noble class.”
”They don't see that far ahead, do they?” John Junior found this a little incredulous.
”Never underestimate your opponents and don't pin your victory on their folly.” John Senior snorted. ”You invited the four of them to come together last time, but nothing came of it, right?”
John Junior nodded.
”Now then, go invite them again, in my name.” John Senior laughed softly. ”I'll see these four Golden Sons for myself, and see how they measure up.”
At the Magic Tower, Roland spent most of the day designing the new scout puppets and was just about to test them when the game time was up.
He woke from his immersive cabin and casually browsed the forums before heading to the saber arts club.
Just after stepping off the public bike, he saw Qi Shaoqiu leaning against the entrance with a pair of dead-fish eyes half open and a Jia Tianxia[1] cigarette in his mouth, acting like a lonely expert.
”Brother Qiu, why are you here and not eating breakfast?”
After almost two months together, Roland, Qi Shaoqiu, and Night Tide Sands had become very familiar with each other. Qi Shaoqiu was three years older than Roland and was his teacher, so Roland was forced to call him Brother Qiu.
Qi Shaoqiu nudged his mouth in the direction of the large shed and said, ”Look who it is.”
When Roland looked over, he noticed that Jin Wenwen was in the large shed chatting with Night Tide Sands.
Jin Wenwen's expression was somewhat smug, seemingly smiling, while Night Tide Sand's expression was cold and even a bit displeased.
”What's she doing here?” Roland felt a little troubled. ”Didn't you say that she wouldn't come over?”
”Then I'll go home first today?” Roland asked as he turned his head.
”It's no use since she showed up here to wait for you. If she can't get to you, she won't leave. Waiting today, waiting tomorrow… Even if I don't give her a chance to come in, she can still wait at the door.” Qi Shaoqiu sighed helplessly. ”Can you possibly not come every day? Why don't you just meet with her, lay it out plainly for her, and let her give up.”
Roland thought about it and felt that this was the right way.
While these two were talking, Jin Wenwen saw Roland, then smiled proudly.
At the same time, she came over.
”You're really good at hiding.” Jin Wenwen walked up to Roland and said with a smile, ”Forcing me to come to this place.”
Roland was about to speak.
”Speaking as if my place is some kind of inhospitable environment, you don't have to come if you don't like it,” said Qi Shaoqiu in a very sociable manner, holding his cigarette and blowing out a smoke ring.