Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 87 Orphan
Faced with Ye Qing, who was carrying flour and waiting for her chance, even Ai Liang, who was usually calm, couldn't quite contain herself.

Aren't you being a little too vigilant?
“This is my citizenship card. I’m not a local; I just arrived in this city yesterday.”

Ai Liang took out her citizen card and pressed her thumb on it for fingerprint verification.

All citizen cards issued by Asia Union have this feature, which effectively prevents citizen cards from being misused.

As for forging citizen cards, this crime is even more serious than selling guns. If caught, the sentence starts at twenty years and can be as high as death, depending on the number of forgeries.

Moreover, citizen cards are extremely difficult to counterfeit. Those without the technology cannot counterfeit them, and those with the technology dare not do so because the profit margin is small and it is easy to get into trouble.

Ye Qing took the citizen card, first looked at the photo on it, then at Ai Liang, and visibly relaxed when she glanced at the age section.

"Hey, you look so tall and strong, but you're only fifteen."

Ye Qing chuckled and placed the flour at her feet: "Sorry, sorry, I mistook you for a stalker. I thought you were lurking at my doorstep with ill intentions."

"Generally speaking, stalkers wouldn't stand openly in such an obvious place..."

"That's your Nevada City. The security situation in Qianhua City has been getting worse and worse lately, and all sorts of weirdos and monsters have started to appear." Ye Qing didn't rush upstairs, but instead leaned against the wall and chatted with Ai Liang.

"Are you renting this place because you plan to spend the whole summer in Qianhua? I really envy you, unlike me who has to work at the supermarket every day."

Ye Qing seemed to have let her guard down and started talking to Ai Liang.

"No, I came here to study and wanted to find a place to stay."

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing's pretty face and answered softly.

"Going to school? What a coincidence! I'm also a student who just started school. Which school do you go to? Maybe we're classmates."

Ye Qing became interested when she heard that Ai Liang was a student who came to Qianhua City to study.

Her face was filled with surprise, and her bright eyes sparkled as if a bright moon were reflected in them.

"Qianhua Experimental Middle School. And you?"

Ai Liang paused before speaking, after all, Qianhua Experimental Middle School was a key school, and it would be a bit awkward if Ye Qing's grades were not good.

Ye Qing's eyes blinked rapidly, like butterfly wings: "What a coincidence! Me too! I'm in the honors class, you wouldn't be either, would you?"

I casually rescued a handsome guy on the street, and it turned out that the guy was not only my neighbor, but also my classmate after the start of the new semester.

This plot is so similar to the storylines in some shoujo manga that it's almost unrealistic.

"Does the honors class mean tuition is waived and students receive scholarships? If so, then it should be correct."

Ai Liang was also a little surprised. He thought she was a playful and independent girl who liked to have fun, but he didn't expect her to be his classmate. Moreover, judging from her appearance and temperament, it was hard to imagine that she was a top student in the honors class.

"Haha, what a coincidence... I feel like your gaze is a bit rude. Although I know that my personality doesn't seem like that of a bookworm who buries himself in his studies, but who can blame me for being a genius?"

Ye Qing raised her head proudly. Although her words were arrogant, they were not offensive. Instead, they gave the impression of a dog wagging its tail to its owner after doing a good deed.

"Looks like I am the kind of bookworm you're talking about." Ai Liang rarely made a joke.

After all, the two of them weren't familiar with each other yet, and it wouldn't be good if he kept a cold face and caused a misunderstanding.

It's not a big deal if he doesn't get along well with his classmates, but he should still pay attention to his relationships with his neighbors. He doesn't want his neighbors to gossip about him having facial paralysis all the time.

And Ai Liang is indeed in a pretty good mood right now.

"No, no, no, your appearance alone is completely unlike that of a nerd. I've never seen anyone better looking than you, well, except for myself."

While waving her hands in denial, Ye Qing commented on Ai Liang's appearance.

She praised Ai Liang's good looks without being offensive, which shows that she has high emotional intelligence.

"Don't you have any doubts... what if I really have ulterior motives towards you?"

"Then guess whether I'm joking or not?"

Ye Qing blinked her left eye, revealing a sly smile.

"Don't underestimate me. If I hadn't been worried about the trouble that would come after beating up those thugs, I could have beaten them to a pulp by myself."

As she spoke, Ye Qing even demonstrated a kick, her translucent white legs creating a whooshing sound as they moved incredibly fast.

Ai Liang estimated the force; if that kick had hit someone... it would have broken at least one bone.

"By the way, why are you wandering around the streets alone? Where are your parents?"

Ye Qing asked with some curiosity.

“I ran away on my own; they didn’t support me going to school in Qianhua City,” Ai Liang said in a calm tone.

"Ah...sorry, I asked without thinking. You don't need to answer these questions."

After Ye Qing realized that Ai Liang was having a conflict with her family, she immediately stopped the conversation. It would be impolite to pry into such private matters when the two had just become acquainted.

Ai Liang shook her head: "It's okay, I've already come to terms with this."

My parents have always treated me coldly all these years; I've long since come to terms with it.

Ai Liang may dislike his family, but that doesn't mean he still has any illusions about his parents.

"What about your parents? You're a girl, and you didn't come home for lunch. They must be very worried, right?" Ai Liang passed the question to Ye Qing.

"No, I'm an orphan."

Ye Qing said these words with a bitter smile.

Ai Liang was stunned for a moment; this was an unexpected answer.

In Ai Liang's imagination, Ye Qing, a lively and cheerful person surrounded by kindness, must have a happy and fulfilling family. However, she never expected to hear the word "orphan" from her.

"Feel sorry……"

Ai Liang was about to speak when Ye Qing interrupted her: "There's no need to apologize or anything. It's not like it's something that will make you sad or cry. I grew up in an orphanage from the beginning, so I don't feel any difference between having parents and not having parents, and I won't feel sorry for myself because of it."

Ye Qing's expression suddenly changed, her previous bitterness turning into playfulness: "It's not like you can't live alone. Look, I'm quite happy now."

"You're not trying to comfort me, are you? I'm not a fragile porcelain doll."

Ye Qing's bright eyes revealed innocence, and her seemingly playful expression was also serious. One second she was pitiful, and the next she was mischievous and playful.

It's like when she confesses her feelings to you, and while you're still considering whether to accept, she says, "I don't like you." But when you're feeling down, she suddenly turns into a "bad woman" who says, "But I love you."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you upset because I tricked you?"

Ye Qing looked at Ai Liang and said with a smile.

"No." Ai Liang glanced at her.

Ai Liang didn't feel ashamed; he simply admired Ye Qing's personality.

Having something and then losing it is a completely different concept from never having had it at all.

Moreover, Ai Liang is fundamentally different from her. Ai Liang used to constantly endure malice from humans.

The two neighboring businesses greeted each other politely on the surface, but in their hearts they were using the most vicious language to curse each other to die.

Some people outwardly wear a compassionate expression, saying how pitiful the beggar is, but inwardly they secretly hope that the sour-smelling beggar dies far away.

In this environment, even if it were Ye Qing, she might not be much better off than him.

(End of this chapter)