Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The "soon" that Zhang Haixia mentioned is actually a very vague concept. It could mean tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a week, or a month. It's impossible to define it accurately.

But Shen Mingchao didn't ask any further questions. She knew that with Zhang Haixia's personality, if she could tell the truth, she wouldn't deliberately hide it.

It's probably the anti-spoiler function that's causing the problem.

Well, there's no rush. Let's take it one step at a time.

What's meant to happen will happen.

Shen Mingchao could only console himself with this thought.

As time went by, many students took holidays and came out to travel, and the number of people in Yucun increased visibly, making Xilaimian and B&B businesses more and more prosperous.

The whole village was filled with a joyous atmosphere.

Deeply moved, Shen Mingchao temporarily set aside her myriad worries, realizing that one cannot dwell on things forever, as this will only trap one. Therefore, she resumed her previous lifestyle.

He spends his days patrolling the mountains for exercise, studying for exams, and occasionally fishing and playing with cats. His life is peaceful and leisurely, without any internal conflict.

But what Shen Mingchao didn't expect was that Zhang Haixia's words "soon" came before the New Year.

New visitors have arrived in Yucun.

At that time, Shen Mingchao had just picked up a bunch of packages from the post station. She was carrying packages that were stacked up to her face, thinking that if she acted quickly, nothing would go wrong.

Then the accident happened.

As Shen Mingchao cautiously approached the courtyard gate, he was struck by a devastating blow.

Someone, not looking where they were going, rushed straight at her and knocked all the boxes in her arms to the ground.

He was so strong that even Shen Mingchao almost lost his balance.

If the person who bumped into her hadn't instinctively reached out to steady her, she definitely would have fallen.

After regaining his balance, Shen Mingchao glared angrily, ready to see who the culprit was.

It turned out that the culprits were two unfamiliar young men.

The one in front, wearing a blue down jacket, was particularly eye-catching. He had fair skin, pure eyes, and a vibrant student-like air about him—a quintessential young heartthrob.

The one slightly behind was the complete opposite. He had a cold and stern face, gloomy eyes, and the kind of eyes where the whites of the eyes are visible above the iris. He was wearing a black down jacket and had a roguish air about him, completely like a petty thug.

"ah--"

The young man suddenly let out a strange cry.

Her fair face turned red at a visible speed, spreading from her ears all the way to her cheekbones, the redness spreading quickly and evenly.

Like rouge spreading on rice paper.

Shen Mingchao was puzzled.

He was the one who hit someone, so why is he in the red zone? Is he ashamed? Is his skin that thin?

Yang Hao also glanced at the blushing Su Wan, thinking to herself: What's wrong with this guy? Has he still not gotten rid of his infatuation after all this time? He can't even walk past a pretty girl?

He was a little disgusted; his brother was losing face, and he couldn't be impolite like him. Seeing that Shen Mingchao's expression was not good, he very tactfully smiled and quickly picked up the express box on the ground.

"I'm so sorry, I bumped into you by accident. Let me help you take these packages inside."

You can't hit someone who's smiling.

Shen Mingchao was surprised to find that the guy with the roguish look was actually very smooth and capable, not the troublemaker he had imagined.

Her expression softened, and she knelt down to help pick up the delivery boxes: "Thank you, then I'll trouble you."

The two men came out of the Wuxie Village house, presumably acquaintances, and Shen Mingchao took the lead in introducing himself.

"My name is Shen Mingchao, and you are...?"

"I know, Wu Xie just mentioned you to us. I didn't expect to run into you so soon. My name is Yang Hao, I—"

The sound stopped abruptly there.

As Shen Mingchao placed the express box in his arms, a series of outrageous images flashed through his mind, and his blood began to boil.

What's wrong with him?

Yang Hao froze on the spot.

This situation was completely beyond his imagination.

He never expected that he would have such an impulse towards a girl he had just met!

"kindness?"

Shen Mingchao tilted his head, looking utterly puzzled.

Why is this person only saying half of what they mean? Did they get stuck?

"Um, that."

A soft male voice interrupted from the side.

After regaining his senses, Su Wan felt his heart pounding and realized a fact.

He fell in love with this girl named Shen Mingchao at first sight!

When faced with the girl he liked, he stammered, "Hello, my name is Su Wan. I'm 19 years old and a sophomore at university in Beijing. My family lives in Beijing, and my mother is..."

"Wait a minute."

Shen Mingchao raised his hand to stop Su Wan from speaking, feeling that if he didn't stop her, she would even have to tell him her ID number soon.

"You don't need to go into such detail, I don't check household registrations."

She had only skimmed through the desert landscape in her dreams and knew about the aluminum triangle. Su Wan was just naturally naive, not stupid.

This person in front of me is way too naive.

Did they drink fake alcohol?

Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up; he felt he had figured out the truth!

No wonder they weren't watching where they were going, and no wonder their faces were so red. They must have hadn't seen each other in a long time and had a drinking session inside.

It matches! It matches perfectly!

Su Wan scratched his head and added in a silly manner, "I am Hei Ye's apprentice and Wu Xie's junior brother."

Shen Mingchao suddenly remembered something.

"You were the one who called Blackie back then, weren't you!"

"What?" Su Wan was stunned. He had made many calls to his master and didn't know which call Shen Mingchao was referring to.

"It means there's a little upside-down person chasing you. You ask Blackie what to do. Blackie asks if you went to the toilet in the woods... and you say yes. Then Blackie tells you to hold out until dawn."

Considering the other party's feelings, Shen Mingchao changed to a more elegant way of speaking, and then asked again.

"Seriously, you guys were really chased until dawn?"

Su Wan: "..."

Su Wan felt embarrassed that this embarrassing incident had been so clearly stated, and some unpleasant memories were haunting him.

He remained silent, but Yang Hao spoke up.

"More than that, it chased us across two whole hills. Just when we thought we had shaken it off, we would find it again in some nook or cranny. And then a new round of pursuit would begin."

Yang Hao was unwilling to recall the embarrassing situation at the time, and sighed: "It made me catch up on sleep the next day, and I didn't even get to do a live broadcast."

"You're still live streaming?" Shen Mingchao asked in surprise.

"What? It doesn't look like it?"

Shen Mingchao nodded, wanting to say that you look like a scoundrel.

Su Wan quietly interjected, undermining his brother's credibility: "He's actually involved in the underworld..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Hao tapped him on the head.

"I've said it so many times, being a gangster is just a persona, a persona!"

Su Wan clutched his forehead, his face full of indignation, and fearlessly whispered, "They start hitting you all the time, and their tattoos are so obvious. They still say they're not gangsters."

It was really very quiet.

But Shen Mingchao was close enough to understand it perfectly.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Yang Hao's neck, where a string of small characters was tattooed.

Don't mess with me, I'm immature.

Typical of the unconventional.

Compared to Zhang Jia's tattoos, which show up when heated but not when not heated, and are undeniably impressive, this one is still far inferior.

On the Zhang family's pretentiousness.