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"Straight man? Assistant? Or stepping stone?"

"Anything is possible."

He paused, then thought of another possibility.

"Of course, there is another possibility... that the other party is playing the villain."

"At first, it seemed that the other party and the Murong sisters had a perfect bond, but due to various unspeakable hardships along the way—for example... in short, Fang Xu got the script of the chosen one, staged a comeback, and then made a strong breakthrough, and finally..."

"Silk......"

Mo Fan took a deep breath.

"That's all possible."

He subconsciously turned his gaze to Fang Xu beside him.

And Fang Xu—

At this moment, the changes in the expression of this young, shy, and somewhat sycophantic boy are truly fascinating.

Chapter 181 Why don't you come and get to know your Uncle Niu!

First came surprise.

When Song Chen approached him to chat, Fang Xu's eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn't expected this turn of events.

Then came surprise.

He looked at Song Chen's gentlemanly manners and the "I'm excellent, please get to know me" expression on the other's face, his mouth slightly agape, and for a moment he didn't react.

Then came panic.

A sudden, inexplicable panic welled up from the bottom of his heart. He glanced at Song Chen, then at the Murong sisters, his eyes flickering, and he took a small step back.

finally--

It is an examination.

A scrutinizing gaze tinged with resistance.

Fang Xu's gaze fell on Song Chen, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Designer casual wear, designer shoes, powerful connections, a high-class pet, and a confident smile that bordered on arrogance. Then, he looked down at himself—an ordinary T-shirt, ordinary sneakers, and palms slightly sweaty from nervousness.

An indescribable emotion welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Mo Fan took in all of this.

"!"

His heart skipped a beat.

"Could it be that the script has already started to develop in a certain direction?"

At this moment, Song Chen maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, waiting for the two sisters' response.

Murong Jiao finally realized what was happening.

But then, Murong Jiao frowned, her yellow pigtails swaying slightly as she tilted her head. She looked Song Chen up and down, her tone filled with undisguised displeasure: "Is there something you need?"

Before Song Chen could reply, she pouted again, her clear voice echoing within the magic circle: "We already know your name, there's no need to introduce it again."

The meaning is clear: they don't want to pay attention to it, and it even carries a hint of driving them away.

Mo Fan didn't speak, but glanced at Fang Xu beside him out of the corner of his eye without making a sound.

As expected, after hearing Murong Jiao's blunt rejection, Fang Xu's previously tense shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, and he let out a long, silent breath.

But this action made Mo Fan's heart skip a beat.

That's it. The way he breathed a sigh of relief was textbook perfect. This script is probably really heading down that melodramatic, cliché path.

Song Chen, however, showed no embarrassment whatsoever when he heard Murong Jiao's words, which were practically an order to leave.

He maintained his polite smile, straightened up, and explained calmly, "The previous introduction was rather informal; it was out of necessity when facing an enemy. But now it's different. We're on the same level, so of course we need to be more formal. Please forgive me."

These words were perfectly worded, both elevating the other person's status and cleverly defusing the embarrassment of being rejected.

Upon hearing the words "people at the same level," Fang Xu's brows furrowed again, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

Mo Fan: "......"

Song Chen seemed oblivious to Fang Xu's change in mood, her gaze remaining gentle on the two sisters as she continued, "I still don't know your names."

But before Murong Jiao could reply, he immediately added, his tone becoming more serious: "I know that what happened just now may have left a bad impression on you two."

But what I want to say is...

There are no permanent enemies, only different circumstances and different positions.

I think everyone understands this. Therefore, I have nothing to say about justifying my previous actions.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the unsuspecting individuals outside the magic circle before returning to the two sisters: "However, I think that once we enter the special area, we might not actually become enemies. We might need to cooperate. So, there's really no need for us to be too wary of each other."

These words were spoken neither servile nor arrogant, and were clearly articulated, giving people a sense of being unpretentious and very frank.

Murong Jiao opened her mouth, about to say something.

Murong Sha, seemingly afraid that her sister might say something unpleasant that would ruin the atmosphere, took a half step forward and said calmly, "My name is Murong Sha, and this is my sister, Murong Jiao."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calmness and a perfectly measured distance.

At this moment, from Mo Fan's perspective, Fang Xu's eyes were filled with increasing panic. He looked at the composed Song Chen, then at Murong Sha who had chosen to reply, his lips pressed white, looking like a desperate farmer watching helplessly as his cabbage was about to be eaten by a pig.

Upon receiving the names of the two individuals, a glint of satisfaction flashed in Song Chen's eyes, and a brighter, more confident smile appeared on his face.

He nodded slightly, parted his lips slightly, and was about to continue speaking.

But just then—

"Hey!"

A loud voice boomed like a thunderclap within the magic circle, making everyone's eardrums ring.

Everyone's eyes followed the sound.

Suddenly, Niu Kuang appeared with two henchmen, his towering figure casting a shadow over Song Chen.

Niu Kuang crossed his large, fan-like hands over his chest, his rugged face, bearing old scars, was full of displeasure.

He looked down at Song Chen from his elevated position and shouted gruffly, "Hey kid, why don't you come and get to know us?!"

As soon as Niu Kuang finished speaking, his bald henchman Tie Dan immediately stepped forward, puffed out his chest, and indignantly echoed him.

"That's right! According to you, why don't you come and get to know our mighty and domineering Lord Niu first? Our Lord Niu clearly came in before those two young girls, didn't he? Just pretend you didn't see him?"

Tie Dan's voice was loud and clear, and he looked like a loyal little brother standing up for his master.

Meanwhile, Er Mao next to him still had that same speechless expression, hands in his pockets, narrow eyes half-closed, looking at the sky and the ground but not at the farce in front of him.

It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

A clear look of displeasure flashed in Song Chen's eyes as he was interrupted from "exchanging feelings" with the Murong sisters.

But that slight displeasure vanished in an instant.

After all, he needed to maintain his composure in front of two beautiful women. Moreover, he had just said something like, "There's no need for us to be too wary of each other; we might even have to cooperate," so to lose his temper now would be tantamount to slapping himself in the face.

However, as someone from a powerful family, he had seen many ups and downs with his elders, so he was not someone to be trifled with.

Song Chen's smile remained unchanged, even becoming a little gentler, as he gave what sounded like a perfect answer.

"Captain Niu, what are you saying?"

He turned to Niu Kuang, his tone relaxed, as if he were joking with an old friend.

"It's not that I didn't want to greet you. It's just that you should know—"

Chapter 182 A Young Man in His Prime

Song Chen paused, his gaze sweeping over Murong Jiao and Murong Sha almost imperceptibly, a perfectly timed smile curving his lips.

"Of course, you should play with people your own age."

"Gillian, Asha, and I are all still young."

In the course of his conversation, he very naturally changed his address from "the two of you" to "Ah Jiao" and "Ah Sha".

They were intimate and familiar with each other, as if they had known each other for a long time.

The moment that title was uttered, Fang Xu, standing next to the Murong sisters, widened his eyes instantly.

Looking at the matter-of-fact smile on Song Chen's face, he felt an inexplicable anger surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Gillian Chung?

Asha?

Who are you to call me so affectionately?!

However, Song Chen didn't even glance at Mo Fan and Fang Xu, so he was completely unaware.

He simply turned his gaze to Niu Kuang again, looked him up and down with great interest, and spoke with an obvious hint of mockery in his tone.

"Captain Niu, you look...not young at all, are you?"

"He looks to me like he's at least in his thirties or forties."

“So,” Song Chen shrugged, his smile carrying a hint of adult tolerance for a child’s antics, “it’s a bit…inappropriate for a young person like me to take the initiative to talk to you.”

Regarding his own explanation.

Song Chen was extremely satisfied.

In his view, this explanation perfectly resolved Niu Kuang's questioning while subtly subtly mocking him.

It is simply a model of the art of language.

It perfectly matches his image as a prodigy!

Niu Kuang, who was mentioned as "not young," first furrowed his thick eyebrows, then a clear look of surprise flashed in his tiger-like eyes, as if he hadn't understood the subtle meaning in Song Chen's words. He scratched his messy hair, and his stubble trembled.

"Age? People the same age?"

He repeated it, his voice still loud and clear, tinged with genuine confusion. Then, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile as honest and simple as an old farmer returning from working in the fields, but his eyes were shrewd and cunning.