Wang Lan was extremely grateful he had opted for anonymous competition; during a bathroom break, he mentally gave his cleverness a thumbs-up.
Just as he exited the bathroom, he saw Jiang Xinyu leaning against the wall outside, hugging her arms while gazing up at the sky.
At this sight, Wang Lan felt an impulsive urge to make a dashing turn and walk away.
"Stop right there!"
Halting in his tracks, Wang Lan smiled slightly. "I'm just going to dry my hands."
"Xinyu, you came out to use the bathroom too...?"
"Awkward small talk!" Jiang Xinyu rolled her eyes at Wang Lan.
"Are you looking for me?"
"When did you start practicing swordsmanship?"
"Huh?" Wang Lan's face was a canvas of confusion.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know it's you!"
"No, I'm not!" Wang Lan denied with utmost seriousness.
"You..." Suddenly, Jiang Xinyu smiled sweetly, the metaphorical ice around her thawing. "Have you ever looked into who produces the Star Martial Competition?"
