In the end, Zheng Fan still agreed to the "transportation" of written creations.
If Miss Lin Yilin were to work in sales, she would definitely be top-notch. Her calm demeanor would give you the Illusion that she was very professional, or perhaps it wasn't an Illusion at all. Although she wasn't enthusiastic, many people appreciated that comfortable distance. On this basis, she would then whisper in your ear, listing various benefits. When you wavered slightly but still hadn't made up your mind, she would subtly furrow her brow, curve her lips slightly, and appropriately activate facial muscles she might not use for days, displaying a hint of subtle grievance.
It wasn't exaggerated or obvious, but it would make you notice it just right, realizing an emotional contagion.
By the time you reacted, she would be saying "Thank you for your patronage" in a very calm voice.
Just like now, although her face showed nothing, based on his understanding during this period, Zheng Fan could tell she was quite delighted. She hugged the freshly printed, still-warm "Sherlock Holmes Detective Stories" that Zheng Fan had just printed and went off to enjoy it herself.
Binary Little Sister was truly terrifying.
How did she grow up?
As Zheng Fan sat on the sofa and this question popped into his mind, he couldn't help but recall his own past.
With a pair of eccentric parents, they weren't uncaring, they just didn't care what you would become…
They truly didn't care.
…
"You're asking about the meaning of your name? Hahaha, I used to think antisocial personalities in novels were cool, and your mother really liked the crazy character settings in those works, so we just picked it. Sorry, it was a bit casual."
"At the hospital, the nurse even secretly complained, 'Who would so casually name their child 'Fan'?' I overheard it, it was hilarious."
"So, do you want to change it? Like 'Dao'? The light of the righteous path! So cool. It's okay, I remember everyone can change their name a few times in their life, you can change it again if you don't like it later."
"Yes, living happily is the most important thing~."
…
Tsk, his fists hardened.
Zheng Fan opened his eyes, feeling it was better not to delve into other people's pasts.
When you try to understand others, empathetic people will avoid stepping on their landmines.
But, what if the other person's past is entirely made of landmines? Then it's hard to say.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Come in," Lin Yilin immediately replied, responding to the doorbell almost without pause, even though her mind was immersed in her book.
Then the door was pushed open.
A black ladies' leather shoe stepped into the office, its slightly high heel making a crisp sound on the floor.
Entering from outside was an elegant urban lady, dressed in a dark blue coat with a white inner lining, and black stockings covering her legs beneath a hip-hugging skirt.
Her facial features were exquisite, making those seeing her for the first time's eyes light up. She looked very young, but the appropriate makeup on her face added a sense of maturity. She wore a jade earring on her left ear, and her shoulder-length purple wavy bob swayed gently as she walked.
Her pair of clear blue eyes were especially lively. If someone were to ask what "eyes that look like they can speak" were, Zheng Fan might now have a reference.
Upon entering, the woman's gaze went straight to Lin Yilin behind the desk in the depths of the room.
"Jia Jia?" Lin Yilin's eyes widened.
"Xiao Lin~, long time no see!" The woman quickly stepped forward, opening her arms and going around the desk to give Lin Yilin a big hug.
"I haven't seen you since graduation, I really miss you. Have you been eating well by yourself? You're lighter than when you graduated, that won't do, it makes my heart ache."
"Too close, and hot, stand back." Lin Yilin was not used to such enthusiasm, even though it was commonplace in college, she still couldn't adapt.
She pushed for a long time before finally pushing Jia Jia away: "Why didn't you say you were coming over…"
"Surprise!" Jia Jia clapped her hands with a smile.
"Sigh." Lin Yilin sighed.
Zheng Fan leaned over the back of the sofa, looking at the person.
Hong Yijia, Lin Yilin's classmate who worked as an external consultant for the Processing Bureau. She and Lin Yilin had been close friends in college, even best friends.
However, after graduating from college, they went their separate ways. Although Hong Yijia also worked in Xixikeke, the two hadn't seen each other for almost a year. She was a very busy person, only communicating online to discuss various matters.
Her voice, appearance, and attire all looked very mature, and she seemed quite vibrant.
Standing next to Lin Yilin, she didn't look like someone of the same age, but more like… sisters?
If he were to say an even older generation, Zheng Fan felt it would be a bit offensive, though he only thought it in his mind.
In short, she was not the type Zheng Fan was very interested in.
By the way, when Lin Yilin described this friend to Zheng Fan, she also mentioned that she didn't really want Zheng Fan to interact with her.
He didn't know why.
"Why do I feel like I'm being arbitrarily scrutinized, even offended, and then after being offended, dismissed with disinterest?" Suddenly, Hong Yijia unexpectedly turned her head to look at the sofa where Zheng Fan was, saying curiously.
Zheng Fan: "…"
What was going on? The moment she turned her head, Zheng Fan thought he saw a female ghost doing a 180-degree turn. Was her neck okay with that speed?
And could she read his mind, even when he was thinking things as an Illusion?
"A perfectly timed question. Every time I come up with a line like that, people meeting me for the first time will follow up with such a question. I'm also used to using this method to test certain situations. Heh heh, aren't you going to introduce your current partner, Xiao Lin?" Hong Yijia said with a light laugh, finally looking at Lin Yilin.
Zheng Fan was startled.
Could this person really read minds?
Even more annoying!
Hong Yijia was a little surprised: "Such clear aversion? Is your new partner, Xiao Lin, that intelligent? Although if you've taken a liking to it, it must indeed have something unique…"
Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes.
No, it wasn't to the extent of mind-reading, but more like how Zheng Fan read the overflowing emotions of his marked targets.
Then Zheng Fan raised both hands and made a big 'X' sign to Lin Yilin.
Lin Yilin saw it and relayed it truthfully: "He doesn't want to see you."
"It should be on the sofa, there's a very obvious heavy object indentation. I noticed it when I first came in. Although the Illusion scent in the office was very faint at first, making me doubt myself, it seems my judgment was correct now."
"Woof!" Toast suddenly sprang out and charged directly at Hong Yijia.
Hong Yijia raised her hand to catch it. But when she caught it, she misjudged Toast's impact force and unexpectedly fell backward. However, she quickly adjusted, dissipating the force and only taking one step back before hugging Toast.
"Toast?" Looking at the struggling thing in her hands, question marks appeared above Hong Yijia's head.
Toast struggled desperately, but astonishingly, it couldn't break free from the woman's grip. Finally, it gave up and looked at Zheng Fan.
Fan Laoda! I followed your instructions, but this is a she-devil! Perfect Toast tried its best!
Zheng Fan: "…" He really wanted to curse it as useless, but he couldn't bear to.
"So cute, Xiao Lin, you're really doing well now, you're even raising things like this. Why haven't I ever encountered such a cute Phantasms?"
"Luck…" Lin Yilin snatched Toast away to prevent Hong Yijia from continuing to knead Toast, then quietly replied.
"Your luck has always been better than mine." Hong Yijia sighed with emotion.
"I've been dealing with Illusions since I was little, but no Illusion has ever targeted me, they're not even willing to fulfill my fantasies. Where is my super cool dark-style handsome Illusion who is outwardly aloof, inwardly abstract and unruly, spends money like water, but still remembers to buy me gifts?"
Lin Yilin quietly looked at Zheng Fan, shaking her head imperceptibly. On her perpetually calm face, Zheng Fan could discern a hint of helplessness. Usually, Lin Yilin only looked like this when Zheng Fan was causing trouble.
Zheng Fan: ???
Kick this abstract woman out!
