Chapter 696: The Wise Win
Perhaps not wanting to be recognized, she was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt and jeans, topped with sunglasses and a baseball cap, looking quite low-key. However, the Fourth Prince's memory of this Third Sister was too profound; even if her face was completely covered, he could still identify her instantly by her voice.
Roland glanced at the note stuck on the armrest of the chair, confirmed that he hadn't sat in the wrong place, and retorted, "Why can't it be me?"
"Hmph," she had obviously seen the name on the note as well, and could only let out a dissatisfied snort.
"Speaking of which, you actually have a child?"
This was simply unbelievable. Could it be that Garcia not only had a child after going to Clearwater Port, but was also swallowed by Zero during the Eternal Winter?
"Cousin," she spat out two words coldly.
Okay, looks like it's a substitute.
For some reason, Roland felt a little strange. Garcia's attitude towards him seemed to have changed slightly compared to their first meeting. Although her impatience was still evident, the initial contempt and disgust were gone.
As various people gradually arrived, the parent-teacher conference finally began. After the teacher on the stage finished talking about the new semester plan, it was the students' turn to speak. When Zero stood up, a wave of discussion immediately erupted in the group of parents, and the children also turned their attention to her—it had to be said that retaining the appearance of a witch in the Dream World was a cheat, especially the natural white hair and crystal-like red eyes, which elevated her beauty to a unique level.
Since family members had to stand up to accompany the students when they spoke, Roland had to enjoy a "stare-fest." Zero was naturally someone else's child, while he became an incompetent adult... This could be felt from the doubt and sarcasm in the eyes of other parents—everyone else was dressed as formally as possible, and his casual attire of cartoon short sleeves and capri pants was really out of place with the crowd.
After returning to his seat, Roland felt that Garcia seemed to be peeking at him, which made him feel even more depressed—she was wearing sunglasses, so she could peek without any scruples. If he glared back and found that she wasn't actually looking at him, it would be quite embarrassing.
Before long, he felt his elbow being nudged by her, and a note was passed over.
Roland frowned and unfolded the note. The handwriting was like carved by a knife, and even if he didn't understand the Law, he could feel the power contained in the strokes. But the content made his heart jump slightly.
"You're the mysterious martial artist who was running in the streets the other day, right?"
Damn it, how did she know!
Roland couldn't help but look at Garcia, only to find that she was still writing something non-stop.
Soon, the second note also arrived in his hand.
"Don't deny it. Martial artists have very keen judgment of body shape and memory of action details. When I first saw the news, I felt it looked familiar, and now I've finally confirmed it. Did you only awaken your Natural Power recently, or have you been hiding your identity from the beginning? Answer me honestly!"
Remembering body shape? Isn't that an exaggeration? Even if those circulating videos were placed in front of him, he wouldn't be sure that he could recognize himself, right? But then again, Garcia wouldn't just ask anyone who looked similar, so being able to connect him with the mysterious martial artist, in a sense, already proved that her observation skills were far beyond ordinary people.
Could this be the reason for the change in her attitude?
Roland hesitated for a moment. Just as he raised his hand, a pen was already extended to his side.
He originally intended to deny it outright and dismiss it as nonsense, but as the pen tip touched the paper, an idea suddenly entered his mind.
To be honest, his interest in martial artists was only at the level of a spectator watching the fun, and he had no intention of personally entering the arena. In the Dream World, he was at least half a creator god, winning was only natural, and losing would be even more embarrassing—and from the current point of view, without specialized training, he would most likely lose with the level shown on TV.
Compared to collecting information and exploring memory fragments, the priority of studying Natural Power was not high, but he found that this chance encounter might be a good breakthrough—if he could take this opportunity to get in touch with Garcia and find an excuse to visit her house, that would be great.
Thinking of this, Roland crookedly wrote an answer on the back of the note.
"What is Natural Power? I don't quite understand what you mean."
"This is something that even children know, what are you pretending to be?"
After throwing the note over, she also took off her sunglasses and glared at Roland fiercely out of the corner of her eye.
"So suddenly becoming stronger means awakening Natural Power?"
"Natural Power has more uses than just that. Have you never paid attention to the Martial Artist Association's propaganda?"
"I'm not interested in fighting, and I don't want to care about what you're talking about."
"In addition to participating in competitions, martial artists also mean maintaining urban order and ensuring social security."
"What is that?"
"It's a bit complicated to explain. Let's find a place to talk about it in detail."
Great, Roland applauded his own cleverness in his heart. Things seemed to be developing in the direction he hoped.
"Is that so... But I have to go to the company this afternoon. How about visiting at night?"
If he agreed immediately, the meeting place would most likely be a nearby coffee shop or restaurant, but if he first used a pretext to decline and then made an appointment for the evening, it would be difficult for the other party to refuse—after all, 0825 and 0827 were so close together, and by then, dinner would have been eaten, and it would be too early for supper, so home would be the most suitable place.
Sure enough, Garcia hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.
Students and parents went on stage to speak one by one. When it was her cousin's turn to stand up, there was another wave of discussion in the crowd.
However, this time the focus of attention shifted from grades and appearance to status and background.
"Is he the young master of the San Ye Group?"
"It doesn't seem like his parents came."
"They are all famous entrepreneurs, how can they have time to attend parent-teacher conferences."
"Is this Xiaojie also from the San Ye family?"
"Probably, you can tell she doesn't want to be noticed from her dress."
"It would be great if we could talk to her."
"Save it, what kind of status do they have, would they pay attention to you?"
What the hell is the San Ye Group? Roland rolled his eyes. It sounded like a formidable company, but if that was the case, how could the relatives of the group's boss live in dilapidated tenements?
And Garcia's expression was also a little strange. Although her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, her lightly clenched fists and downturned corners of her mouth had already revealed her attitude.
Roland vaguely felt that there might be a lot of stories in it, but he didn't take it to heart—by the time night came, he would have the opportunity to test whether his guess was correct.
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