My game, Orange Flavor, is great!

Oh, why tell her all this?

Lu Zhao awkwardly touched the back of her neck. For some reason, she always had a chill down her spine when facing this woman.

She glanced at her phone, then chuckled and said dismissively, "Oh, right, I have something to do. Let's talk again next time!"

After saying that, she tried to leave as if avoiding a plague, but she was stopped by Si Ling as soon as she took a step.

"Miss Lu!"

Lu Zhao paused, deeply regretting his own weakness. Although his heart was resisting to the point of despair, his body still honestly turned back. "Is there anything else?"

Si Ling walked up to her, took out a business card with her slender hand, and handed it to her. "This is my contact information. Please accept it."

Normally, Lu Zhao would have looked over with a puzzled expression.

Are the two of them close?

We've only met twice and exchanged a few words with strangers, why would we need to exchange business cards?

However, the truth is that Lu Zhao not only didn't utter a single complaint, but also obediently reached out and took the business card.

Si Ling.

She silently repeated the name in her mind, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she had seen the name somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place it.

“…Ms. Si,” she hesitated for a moment before cautiously raising her eyes, scrutinizing the other woman’s face except for her eyes, before asking, “Have we met before?”

Because my reaction was so abnormal, if it were just the first time we met, even if the other person had some kind of magical eye technique, it wouldn't make me feel so repulsed, both physically and mentally.

Si Ling blinked, seemingly puzzled. "I don't remember ever seeing Miss Lu before. Why would you ask that?"

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time. She silently put the business card in her pocket and stammered, "N-nothing, that's me... I must have remembered wrong!"

After saying that, he fled in panic.

That's so rude!

Not only did they inexplicably dislike the person, but they also mistook them for someone else!

Fortunately, even if the other party is a spirit, they generally won't stay at the Spirit Management Bureau for long, so they probably won't see each other many times in the future.

Lu Zhao felt both anxious and embarrassed. She couldn't understand why she was so resistant to a strange girl, but the politeness she had cultivated over the years told her that it was very wrong of her to be so impulsive.

The other person did nothing wrong. First, she mistook them for someone else, then she inexplicably started ignoring them. Finally, when the other person tried to talk to her, she ran away after only a few words.

This behavior is way too childish!

She took a few quick steps, then suddenly stopped. Turning around, she realized that Si Ling, who had been there just moments before, had vanished.

You left so soon?

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, she picked up the business card in her pocket again and looked at it. It only had the two simple words "Si Ling" on it, along with a string of numbers, which should be a phone number.

She instinctively picked up her phone to write down the numbers, but stopped abruptly after only writing down half of them. She then quickly deleted the numbers and stuffed the business card into her pocket.

Forget it, we're just strangers who met by chance anyway, there's no need for that.

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Chapter 10 Internal Competition

Composing himself, Lu Zhao went up to the second floor and could see Xia Zhifei sitting on the sofa, engrossed in writing something, even from a distance.

There have been a lot of tasks lately, and each one requires a handwritten report. Lu Zhao is worried that writing too much will expose his handwriting. Messiah and Song Lingge are also teaming up to do tasks every day, so the task of writing reports has fallen on the young lady's shoulders.

She hasn't done any other tasks all day long, just writing reports. I bet the young lady is quite unhappy, but she hasn't complained because Lu Zhao hasn't been feeling well lately.

If it were before, she would definitely have dragged Lu Zhao along to help her write it.

After standing there for a while watching the girl who was still writing furiously, Lu unconsciously curved his lips into a smile and stepped forward, saying, "Xiao Fei, let's go home."

Xia Zhifei then looked up, and as soon as he saw her, his brows furrowed deeply: "Azhao, come and massage my shoulders, I've been writing all afternoon, I'm exhausted!"

She readily stepped forward and gently massaged the young lady's shoulders and legs, saying, "Alright, alright, I'm free tonight. Take the report home and I'll help you write it."

"Really!" Xia Zhifei's eyes lit up, and she immediately jumped up and threw herself into her arms. "Waaah, I knew A-Zhao was the best!"

Lu Zhao patted her back helplessly, his gaze falling on the neatly stacked reports on the table. Just as he was about to make a comment, he noticed another piece of paper under the reports.

“This is…” she asked curiously.

Xia Zhifei then had a chance to get out of her arms and reached out to grab the piece of paper. "Oh, it's the annual departmental competition. We have to finish this competition before the annual meeting so that we can give the winners awards at the annual meeting."

Internal competition?

Come to think of it, in the original owner's memories, there seemed to be a small segment about her repeatedly crushing the guys from the second team in the departmental competition...

Lu Zhao broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He quickly grabbed the form and skimmed through it. After finishing, even his hand holding the form was trembling slightly. "I...I'll go compete?"

"Otherwise what?" Xia Zhifei shrugged, his doe-like eyes filled with "of course."

Indeed, in previous departmental competitions, it was always Yuan Shen who took the stage, single-handedly defeating more than a dozen people from the second team. Apart from Li Manqiu, everyone else was her defeated opponent.

"But I..." She managed to squeeze out a few words, but when she met the young lady's innocent eyes, she couldn't say anything more.

What could she say?

Is he saying he's not the same Lu Zhao as before, and that he's completely useless in fights now? Or is he saying he doesn't want to go up this year and wants these girls on his team to go up and get beaten up?

Those guys in the second team never liked her, so they went all out during the competition. If it were Xia Zhifei or Messiah, who are not combat types, they would be in big trouble.

And then there's Song Lingge, who comes from a wealthy family, so she can't very well send someone up to fight in the arena.

Even if the female lead joins them this year, she'll only be weak in the early stages and become incredibly powerful later on, so she's completely unusable as a fighting force right now...

Well, then she's the only one left on their team who can go on.

Lu Zhao was heartbroken, but he could only clutch the registration form tightly through his tears, his voice trembling, "Well, I'll go again this year."

I'm sorry, original owner, but your reputation is going to be ruined by her this year!

“However, it seems the rules for this year’s competition have changed,” Xia Zhifei said thoughtfully, pointing to a line of small print on the list.

“Look here, it used to be a tournament where everyone on the team could go up, but only one person could go up in the ring at a time. That’s why you were able to beat the entire second team by yourself every year.”

Lu Zhao looked down and carefully examined the markings, then exclaimed in surprise, "It's been changed to a doubles competition this year? Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe they felt that you were the winner all the time, and the result was too obvious, so they changed the rules." Xia Zhifei shrugged.

In other words, besides her, they need to find someone else to take the stage this year?

Lu Zhao was unsure whether to feel relieved or worried.

If two people are on the field, it will definitely relieve some of her pressure, but her first priority will always be protecting her teammates. If a teammate is injured and has to leave the field, then she will have to face the burden of both of them.

I suddenly felt immense pressure...

She rubbed her temples helplessly. "I understand. I'll think carefully about who should play the other person."

"Well, the competition is on the 15th next year, the annual meeting is on the 16th, and it's December 14th now... Hmm, there's still a month left, you'd better hurry up and finalize the personnel."

One month.

Lu Zhao sighed again. This competition came out of nowhere. She had only been learning from Master Lou for two days and had been getting beaten up the whole time. She couldn't possibly stand there and get beaten up the whole time she went on stage, could she?

Huh? Wait a minute!

Her eyes lit up; she seemed to have found a way to get through this competition safely.

Everyone knows that the original owner has always been protective of her own. Now that the battle has been changed to a two-player mode, she only needs to continue to carry forward this characteristic, withstand the damage from the opponent during the battle, and let her teammate do the work.

To put it bluntly, she acts as a meat shield, taking hits while her teammates deal damage!

In this way, she can avoid revealing herself and strengthen people's impression of her as a protective mother, so that she can use this as an excuse in the future.

"If this is another round of attrition warfare, how many rounds do we need to fight?" she asked hastily.

Xia Zhifei frowned and thought for a while, "Recently, three people from the second team were injured. Their team has a total of twelve people. If those three can't play, and Li Manqiu never plays, then only nine people will participate. But if one more person is left out, then there will only be eight people."

In other words, she has to play in four games.

Even though the pressure had lessened considerably, Lu Zhao still felt a tightness in his chest.

Being beaten four times in a row in one day is unbearable to think about, but she had no better options.

She sighed inwardly before putting on a confident expression and reaching out to pat Xia Zhifei's head. "It's just four games, I'm fine!"

"Of course you're fine with it. The question is, who are you going to choose for the other person going on stage?"

Xia Zhifei looked at her with sparkling eyes, as if his eyes were saying, "Choose me quickly."

Why is this little girl so warlike? She's clearly not a powerful offensive spirit race member.

Lu Zhao slapped her on the back, "Don't even think about it, you just stay on the sidelines!"

As for the rest, we can only choose between Messiah and Song Lingge, right?

Ouch, my head hurts.

Chapter Eleven: The Cold War

Compared to the departmental competition, what the young lady is actually more concerned about is an upcoming holiday: Christmas.

It was already December 14th, and their team's task completion rate had reached 65%. Even if they did nothing for the next two weeks, they could still barely pass the assessment at the end of the month.

Therefore, the entertainment urges that had been suppressed within the young lady for so long began to stir again.

"Ah Zhao, let's go on a trip for Christmas!"

Lu Zhao merely blinked at Xia Zhifei's sudden remark as he got into the car and chose to refuse.

She couldn't possibly go on a trip when the female lead's whereabouts were still uncertain; what if something unexpected happened along the way?