"Little beauty, why are you having a drink with me?" Scarface, the leader, threw out a stack of banknotes. "You make more money than you did by taking ten sets of photos!" He stretched out his hand to pinch the woman's chin, but found that her wrist was suddenly clamped, and a biting coldness crawled along the blood veins towards the heart.
"Let go." Li Qingxuan's voice was like ice in the twelfth lunar month. Scarface felt that his wrist was about to be crushed, so he instinctively let go and stepped back. Another gangster hit him with a steel pipe, but when he tapped his fingertips, the steel pipe actually stopped in the air, and the rusty surface suddenly glowed with golden light - it was the prototype of the magic weapon washed away by spiritual energy.
"You... Are you a human or a ghost?" The third gangster fell to his knees, the pungent smell of urine coming from his crotch. The woman took the opportunity to pick up the dropped mobile phone. The lock screen photo showed her as an international supermodel - Su Xue. She was arranged by her agency to accompany her for drinks as soon as she returned to China. After she refused, she was blocked in an alley.
"Thank you..." Su Xue pulled on the slipped shoulder strap and suddenly noticed the packing box in Li Qingxuan's hand, "Are you... Here to save me or deliver takeout?" She wanted to be serious, but the sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth broke the news, causing Li Qingxuan to chuckle.
The two of them were sitting in the 24-hour convenience store. Su Xue was licking ice cream and listening to Li Qingxuan's nonsense about his identity as "heir of a family of traditional Chinese medicine". She suddenly pointed to the school badge on his school uniform: "My cousin is also in this university. I heard that you had a legend of a 'poor academic master' back then - couldn't it be you?"
