Clown Game-Chapter 61 - 52 I really am a writer

Chapter 61: 52 Chapter I really am a writer!

Chapter 61: 52 Chapter I really am a writer!

She stood at the door, her ponytail now undone, with the breeze teasing strands of hair over her shoulders.

Wearing the same ordinary short jacket, the same playful freckles. Far from being beautiful or exquisite, but she exuded a captivating charm.

She had become a different person.

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No longer the naturally ditsy female author.

She smiled, casual and understated, the corners of her lips lifted, as if basking in the spring breeze.

Of course, this immensely attractive image appeared only in Fatty’s eyes.

In Chen Xiao’s eyes, however, it was danger.

…

“Hey~ long time no see!” Qiu Mujin said as she approached the bar and took a seat next to Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao stared with dead fish eyes, not caring whether she was talking to him or not, simply responding on his own, “What ‘long time’? It’s only been a few days, come on.”

As he spoke, he observed, he pondered, countless possibilities rushed into his mind, information gathering into streams, raising questions, and at the same time finding answers.

Qiu Mujin maintained her smile, glancing over at Fatty behind the bar.

“What’s your name?”

Her tone was casual and ordinary, but it made the listener’s breath catch.

“I… my name is Cai Xiaoyu,” he tried very hard to make his tone seem more stable, but it was futile; his face turned even redder.

Qiu Mujin laughed happily, although the two appeared to be about the same age, she nevertheless assumed the air of a friendly older sister next door.

“Then Xiaoyu, the boss, I’d like a cup of coffee,” she said, her face full of the shy bluster of a nerd, before glancing at Chen Xiao, “Hmm… and get this guy something to eat too.”

Chen Xiao showed not a flicker of emotion, his eyes still dead-fish-like, blurted out directly and without pretense, “Cake~ the sweetest!”

…

“Oh~ right away!” Boss Xiaoyu immediately replied, then scurried to the backstage kitchen like he was making an escape.

Now, only Chen Xiao and Qiu Mujin were left at the front counter.

…

“Is it interesting for you to tease a fat geek?” Chen Xiao broke the silence first.

Qiu Mujin responded lightly, “Facing a bunch of people who fear you every day, occasionally looking at these kind of green young boys is pretty nice.”

“Hmm?? What’s that, are you trying to tell me about your identity now?” Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow.

Qiu Mujin seemed startled, gazing blankly at Chen Xiao, and in an instant transformed from a beautiful, dangerous woman into that naturally ditsy young girl.

“My identity? You already know, don’t you? I’m an author!”

Chen Xiao watched her swift shift in demeanor, not at all surprised, and merely scoffed dismissively, “Tch, forget it then.”

…

At that moment, Boss Xiaoyu came out with coffee and cake, placing them in front of the two.

“Thank you!” Qiu Mujin said with a smile.

Fatty nodded, sneaking a peek at her, then quickly pretended to look elsewhere and averted his gaze.

“Uh… you, … you guys talk.” He said, but hesitated in the middle, clearly meaning to say something else.

“I’m going to the back… to tidy up!” He added unnecessarily after, then made a wiping motion and disappeared into the kitchen.

Qiu Mujin looked at Chen Xiao, laughing, “He seems to have gotten the wrong idea.”

Chen Xiao didn’t even glance at her, grabbed the cake, scooped up a huge chunk with a spoon, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“It’s all because of you, you know. The wrath of a homebody can be quite terrifying.” He mumbled with his mouth full of cake. Looking up, he added, “You couldn’t possibly have come just for coffee, so let’s talk about something serious.”

Having said that, Chen Xiao swallowed the cake.

“What’s your relationship with her, and why do you help her? Is it about using, cooperating, obeying, or some other strange connection? You have to tell me something.”

Of course, ‘she’ referred to “Angel”.

Qiu Mujin shook her head, “If I could tell you, I would have done so that day. There are some smart people in the Foundation, so telling you now only brings you danger.”

She took a sip of her coffee and continued, “Today, you completed a mission, but you didn’t use that pattern, so I thought I should remind you.”

“The Foundation isn’t simply about containing anomalies for this world—they’re doing something far more terrifying. So, you must help her, and it’s not about those trivial obsessions with righteousness or evil that only appear in third-rate novels. People should always do what’s “right”.”

With that, she looked up, her gaze fixed directly on Chen Xiao.

“You have to trust me.”

Her eyes were unwavering, not those of a seeker of truth or a believer faced with a sanctuary, but a higher level of conviction, so much so that Chen Xiao at the moment couldn’t guess anything from them.

So, he scooped another piece of cake into his mouth, letting the sweet, creamy frosting fill his palate.

“Right and wrong? You think I care about these boring moralities? Besides, you don’t know me, how would you know what I consider right or wrong?” Chen Xiao said. His tongue swirled the cream in his mouth contentedly, so he cracked a smile.

…just for a moment.

“I indeed don’t know you, but I know that you are the best choice, or else we wouldn’t have approached you,” Qiu Mujin stated flatly, taking another sip of coffee, “What you need to do should be simple for you, and when your power is enough to touch the truth, you’ll be satisfied with everything you’ve done.”

…

Chen Xiao swallowed the last bite of his cake.

“Oh, come on,” he said impatiently. “After all that, you just want me to hand over the anomalous items to you guys instead of the Order Foundation, right?”

After finishing his cake, Chen Xiao leaned back in his chair, fully satisfied, licking his lips.

“I got it!”

He shrugged and said.

That meant, “I got it, but whether I’ll do it depends on how I feel later.”

Watching Chen Xiao slump in his chair, the corners of Qiu Mujin’s mouth lifted, as if she had anticipated this outcome all along.

She finished the rest of her coffee and flashed an enchanting smile at him.

“I hope the next time we meet, we are already friends.”

After that, she rose and walked out of the café.

The chime of the wind bell sounded again.

The little shop settled back into silence.

Suddenly, the proprietor Cai Xiaoyu burst out from the kitchen at a speed that nearly left his flesh behind.

He squinted his eyes, staring intently at Chen Xiao.

“What’s your… relationship with her?”

Little Fatty asked.

Chen Xiao looked at the fellow whose cheek fat was still quivering from rushing out so fast.

With a helpless expression, he replied,

“Don’t worry, she and I are not even friends yet.”

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