Chapter 5038 — Small Talk
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Such gentlemanly conduct on Wei Zhao's part took even Leng Leng somewhat by surprise. In her mind, Wei Zhao was a most persistent suitor; she had assumed that with the lamb delivered into the tiger's mouth, he would certainly not let the chance slip by.
She had even been prepared for it—so long as Wei Zhao did nothing excessive, a hug was just a hug. Little had she expected that Wei Zhao would be so restrained, without a single clean-handed attempt to take advantage of her.
As a result, Wei Zhao's image in her mind grew all the more upright and dependable, and Leng Leng could not help but entertain a strange notion: this fellow seemed a bit more reliable than those suitors in the Great Ancient Little Jianghu.
The rest of the ride passed in silence. Once they reached the city proper, the two of them fought and struggled their way off the bus, exchanged a glance, and without a word breathed out a long sigh in unison. Rushing-hour buses were simply terrifying; how on earth did those office workers who had to squeeze on and off morning and night manage to survive?
"Taking the bus is convenient enough, but it really is too crowded," Leng Leng said with a bitter smile, watching the bus recede into the distance. After one experience like that, she never wanted to ride a bus again for the rest of her life—not for anything.
"Can't be helped. We were just unlucky enough to hit the morning rush. If we'd come a little later it would have been fine—my mistake," Wei Zhao said with a bitter laugh of his own, then added, "Come on, let's go take a look at the phone market. I think it's just a little way up ahead."
"Mm." Leng Leng nodded, at the same time looking with some curiosity at the bustling urban district before her. Though she had been in the secular world for some time now, she had not often come to a busy downtown like this; strictly speaking, this was only her second time. The first time she had been in too much of a hurry to look carefully, and in the end she had gotten lost. This time, with Wei Zhao accompanying her, she could properly take in the prosperity of the secular world.
"You've never been here before?" Wei Zhao asked casually.
"I came once, but I didn't look carefully. Your secular world..." Leng Leng was about to let something slip out of habit, caught herself, and hastily amended, "This place is a bit different from my hometown—mm, I should say very different."
"Is that so? Oh, right—I still don't even know where you're from. Where are you from?" Wei Zhao's eyes lit up as he seized the chance to probe.
"I..." Leng Leng did not know how to answer for a moment. After thinking it over for a good while, she said, "I suppose you could say Huxi Province."
This was not exactly a lie. If the Shennongjia region was taken as the exit of the Great Ancient Little Jianghu, then geographically that really did place her in Huxi Province.
"Huxi Province?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. He could not tell whether her words were true or false, so he ventured, "But from your accent, I'd say it seems a little different from that part of Huxi?"
"Ah? Well, Huxi is a big place with many accents. It's only natural they'd be different." Leng Leng had finally managed a flash of quick wit. Fearing that Wei Zhao would keep digging, she hastily changed the subject. "Let's talk about you instead. What's your name, and where are you from?"
Wei Zhao was struck speechless for a moment. Of course he knew she was changing the subject, but even so, hearing those words, he could not help feeling an urge to burst into tears. After half a month of pouring his heart out in devoted service, the little ice queen had finally remembered to ask his name!
"My name is Wei Zhao. My hometown is West Star Mountain Village—a little mountain village, a small place. You've probably never heard of it," Wei Zhao answered with a smile.
"Oh." Leng Leng nodded, secretly letting out a breath of relief. She had finally fobbed him off.