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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 330
🕑 Added 2024-04-20 20:43:25 +0000 UTCChapter 330
Si Yu's tone shifted, "Baby, it's getting late, we should get up now, we're going to be late for the check-up soon."
Today was Ling Chunann's day for a follow-up at the hospital. Although he had already recovered, he still needed to maintain appearances, having kept up with the regular hospital visits over the past six months, with the data also under his own control. His recovery was quick, but still within normal limits, and did not cause a medical sensation.
Today's check-up showed that his left hand should be healed.
After receiving the report, Shen Tan, who was usually composed, jumped up like a child, repeatedly grabbing the doctor to confirm that Ling Chunann was truly healed, until the doctor's impatience finally made him settle down, yet he could not contain the excitement on his face.
A rare smile appeared on Ling Chunann's face. Although he had not been active over the past several months, due to his previous reputation, he still had quite a few social interactions and exchanges, all handled by Shen Tan who firmly believed in his complete recovery.
"Zixuan, you can go home and get used to the feel of the spare violin for the next two months. Your violin was broken, and I had Master Portland custom make a new one for you, which will be delivered in about two months. There's still half a year to the international music conference. Although the doctor said you can practice, your health is still the priority. Mr. Si, I'll leave Zixuan in your care, I might be quite busy in the coming months."
Over the past six months, Shen Tan had had quite a few interactions with Si Yu and felt very reassured by him. The man seemed simple, but he was genuinely good to Ling Chunann, so he quickly left after seeing Si Yu nod, with a lot of preparations to do before his comeback.
After leaving the hospital, Si Yu went to get the car, and Ling Chunann received a call from Xue Zhengyang. Before he could even congratulate him, a burst of noisy sounds interrupted them.
Hearing the beeping sound from the phone, Ling Chunann asked, "098, check what's happening with the heroine."
"Host, the demon inside the heroine was extracted from the formation and suddenly woke up, now indiscriminately attacking the nearby officers. Since the heroine is in a weakened state, no one has died yet, but some have been injured. The weakened state will last another five minutes. If no one stops her before then, all the humans present might die."
"What about the talisman I had Si Yu deliver to Xue Zhengyang?"
"There are no other restraining forces on the heroine," 098 quickly replied.
"Idiot," Ling Chunann rubbed his temples, wondering what was wrong with this supporting male character who had prepared everything but failed to use it. Suddenly he thought of something, and his expression darkened.
"Host, should we stop the heroine?" The hospital was some distance from Songhua Street, and it would take over half an hour by car, but they could make it if Si Yu took action.
Ling Chunann gently pinched his left index finger, a habitual gesture when he was thinking, "No, keep monitoring the heroine's situation."
"Host, we've lost contact with the area where the heroine is, and the male lead has also lost contact."
Here it comes, Ling Chunann suddenly got a bit excited, but his voice remained as calm as ever, "Then just leave them be."
At that moment, the car stopped in front of Ling Chunann, and a tall and handsome man got out of the car, walked over to Ling Chunann, and bent down to lift him from the wheelchair, "Baby, where do you want to go?"
Ling Chunann habitually wrapped his arms around the man's neck, nuzzling into his shoulder, "Just a casual stroll nearby."
When Ling Chunann said stroll, he really meant just wandering around. Clothing and other items were custom-made, and he had no interest in street food. The couple, both with outstanding looks, soon attracted many glances, some of whom recognized Ling Chunann. However, deterred by the chilling air emanating from Si Yu behind him, no one dared to approach Ling Chunann.
"Wait a second," Ling Chunann suddenly spoke up.
Si Yu withdrew his cold gaze from the surrounding people, slightly leaning down, "What is it, baby?"
Noticing the change in Si Yu's expression, many onlookers' eyes lit up, their gazes shifting back and forth between the two, and some even started recording with their phones.
Unaware of the crowd's reaction, Ling Chunann pointed towards an inconspicuous alley on the left, "Let's go that way."
Si Yu, always accommodating Ling Chunann's requests, nodded and turned towards the alley indicated by Ling Chunann.
Following Ling Chunann's directions, they
entered an antique street.
The antique street in Qingyang City was not well-known, squeezed into a corner of the city, with shops haphazardly making up a street. There were also a few scattered stalls on the roadside, displaying various dirty bottles and jars, with occasional passersby hurrying past, wary of the persistent vendors.
As soon as they entered the street, they received the eager green-eyed gazes of the vendors, as if seeing a big fat sheep.
Ling Chunann glanced around and finally focused on a small stall about twenty meters ahead on the left. The stall owner was a middle-aged man with graying hair, dressed plainly, holding a dry tobacco pipe in his mouth without taking a puff for a long time, squinting as if asleep.
Ling Chunann withdrew his gaze from the man with just one look, lowering his head to look at the items on the stall.
Si Yu squatted down, following Ling Chunann's gaze and picked a few items, after confirming the selection, he asked, "How much for these items?"
The middle-aged man jolted awake, unexpectedly choking on the tobacco pipe in his mouth, coughing violently for a long time before regaining his voice. Seeing the small items in front of Si Yu, his eyes brightened, and he lowered his voice, "Sir, you have a good eye, these are all authentic local goods I've recently acquired, guaranteed genuine. Since you're taking several, let's make it fifty thousand each, all in."
"Five hundred," Si Yu hadn't spoken yet, but Ling Chunann was already interrupting the stall owner, pointing at the items in front of Si Yu, "All of them."
As if Ling Chunann had said something unbelievable, the stall owner's smile froze, "Young man, you can't bargain like this. Everyone on this antique street knows I, Old Liu, only sell genuine items. Look at this bracelet, definitely produced four hundred years ago, the soil smell is still distinct. How about this, forty thousand each, I really can't go lower."
"Five hundred," Ling Chunann remained unmoved.
"Young man, let's negotiate. We in this business, it's hard to get good stuff. Twenty-five thousand for these four items, I'll take one hundred thousand in total, how about that?"
"Five hundred."
"I've already halved the price, really can't go any lower," the stall owner lamented, his face sorrowful. This time, he didn't look at Ling Chunann but at Si Yu instead. Compared to Ling Chunann, Si Yu looked more like a big boss, and it was Si Yu who picked the items.
As expected, the stall owner's idea fell through. Si Yu didn't even glance at the stall owner who was frantically hinting at him, his focused gaze on Ling Chunann.
"Five hundred," Ling Chunann spoke again.
"No," the stall owner firmly refused, "Twenty-five thousand, can't go lower."
"Let's go," Ling Chunann said to Si Yu, who didn't hesitate and immediately pushed the wheelchair towards the street exit.
Just as they were about to leave the street, a voice called from behind, it was the stall owner, "Wait, five hundred then, just take them."
The two returned to the stall.
The stall owner's face showed pain, "These are all good items, I'm really in need of money to be selling them so urgently."
Si Yu handed over five hundred to the stall owner, ignoring his heart-wrenching performance, and collected the items they had picked, pushing Ling Chunann out of the street.
By then, it was getting late, and the two didn't linger, quickly leaving the area.
After they left, the stall owner kept muttering about how much he had lost, his gaze suddenly blank for a moment. When he raised his head again, he seemed to have forgotten the earlier event, relighting a dry tobacco pipe and puffing away.
Half an hour later, a young man appeared at the stall, flipping through the junk on the stall, "Boss, where's that amber-colored bracelet with a small bell you had here earlier?"
"Isn't the bracelet over there? Look again."
Ling Chunann sat on the living room sofa, with a dozen amber-colored beads scattered on the coffee table, holding a small bell, absentmindedly shaking it lightly, "098, can you find out what this thing is?"
"Returning to the host, the system cannot analyze anything special about this bell," 098 quickly replied.
The bell was about the size of a pinky finger, open-mouthed, covered inside and out with rust, not very attractive, and not particularly special in style, but it had a strange allure for Ling Chunann.
The original text had never mentioned this bell, and the male lead had also been to the antique street to hunt for bargains but had not taken this bracelet, indicating two possibilities: either its
allure was targeted solely at him, or it was meant for taskers.
If it was just him, that was one thing, but if it was for taskers, it was likely that his identity would soon be discovered.
Ling Chunann was not worried about this possibility. He moved his wrist again, shaking the bell, its rusty, not very clear sound ringing out again.
"Host, why not try a blood oath to see if it's a magic item?" 098 suggested enthusiastically.
Ling Chunann turned the bell over a couple of times, finally focusing on the inconspicuous clapper, stared at it for a few seconds, and sent a strand of soul force into it, only to find that the soul force disappeared like a stone in the sea. It seemed that the soul force in his current body was not enough to activate it, so he decided to study it further when he returned to the task space. With that in mind, Ling Chunann said, "098, put it away, along with those beads, pack them all up."
"Baby, come and eat," Si Yu's voice came from the kitchen.
Ling Chunann lazily got up and walked towards the dining table, just as the doorbell rang.
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