Chapter 31: Wingman — Nine o'clock direction!

The next morning, Xiao Dan accompanied Xiao Tong to get her hair done.

"Xiao Tong, have you really decided?"

"Mm… I've decided."

Xiao Dan reached out and gently stroked Xiao Tong's smooth, long hair at the back, her eyes full of regret.

"You've kept it for so many years, and he tells you to cut it, so you cut it. How would a man understand how precious this head of long hair is? Cutting it off is a big deal."

Xiao Tong smiled sweetly: "Not entirely; I've had it like this for so many years, and I also want to try a new hairstyle."

"Really?"

"Mm."

Xiao Dan obviously didn't believe it; Xiao Tong's beautiful black straight long hair was the dream of many girls, including Xiao Dan herself, who envied it endlessly.

She said she'd cut it and did; Xiao Tong made such a big decision just because of a joking remark Chen Ci made after lunch?

Thinking of this, Xiao Dan also made a silent resolution: if Chen Ci dared to let Xiao Tong down again, she would absolutely not let Pang Zi hang out with him anymore.

"These men really don't understand anything; they still haven't shown up, and picking people up is arranged by the organizers—why are they so concerned?"

The more she thought about it, the more Xiao Dan felt it wasn't worth it for Xiao Tong.

For Chen Ci, Xiao Tong cut off the long hair she had carefully maintained for so many years.

Chen Ci, meanwhile, didn't show up all morning, saying he went to pick up the performance guests, and even called Pang Zi along.

Hah, men!

"They're just doing their work; getting familiar with the performers makes things easier."

"I'm not talking to you anymore, you right now…"

Xiao Dan couldn't think of a word to describe Xiao Tong now; she admitted that Chen Ci looked pretty good from any angle.

But Xiao Tong isn't bad either—gentle, beautiful, kind and lovable; the world isn't lacking good men, so what's the...?

Xiao Tong chuckled and asked proactively: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Dan thought for a moment, as if making some decision, her expression turning a bit serious: "Xiao Tong, don't forget, he already has a girlfriend…"

Xiao Tong's eyes dimmed, but then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I know, I won't do anything bad."

"Really?"

Xiao Tong suddenly turned her head, giving Xiao Dong a light laugh; her bright, dark eyes sparkled with lively starlight: "Mm…"

At the same time, the bustling Capital Airport.

Although it's not a travel peak season, it's still crowded.

Chen Ci also personally felt that the problem of lagging infrastructure is urgent.

Moreover, the hot weather makes people constantly thirsty, and such an environment easily leads to irritability.

Chen Ci was fine; he hid in the airport bookstore flipping through books.

Pang Zi, afraid of the heat, ran to the restroom three times in half an hour, mainly to wash his face and hands.

When he returned for the fourth time, his whole body was soaked.

"All right, Pang Zi, don't get other people's books wet again."

Chen Ci's book in hand, he left the bookstore together with Pang Zi.

Pang Zi glanced at the time, repeating for who knows how many times: "Why isn't it here yet? It's almost half an hour."

Chen Ci remained relatively calm: "No notice of delay, so it should have arrived; they're queuing for landing—let's wait at the pickup gate."

"Really… Master Ci, why did you suddenly decide to come pick someone up?"

Pang Zi muttered complaints under his breath, and Chen Ci ignored him.

If it were someone else, Chen Ci wouldn't specially come to pick them up, but today the person's name is quite long and also somewhat familiar.

Chen Ci just wanted to come and confirm personally whether it was the person he had guessed.

"Oh dear."

Upon arriving at the pickup gate, a flight's passengers happened to be walking toward them in groups.

Pang Zi couldn't help but whisper an exclamation; this torment was finally about to end.

He dashed forward in a leap, leaving Chen Ci far behind.

Although he's fat, at critical moments he's quite agile, squeezing into the front rows in a few steps, then pulling out a piece of white cloth from his shorts pocket and unfolding it.

As expected, the white cloth bore a conspicuous person's name, which is quite long, so it's unlikely to be a coincidence of duplicate names.

Pang Zi's round face was full of hope, wave after wave of passengers passing before him.

Some stopped out of curiosity to glance at this uncommon name, but in the end they all disappointed Pang Zi.

Until the crowd dwindled, whether those coming out or those outside picking up, they gradually dispersed.

Pang Zi's face grew grimmer, and he struck out again.

When Chen Ci came over to offer a few words of comfort, Pang Zi's face darkened, he shoved the wet white cloth into Chen Ci's chest, seeming to want to quit.

Chen Ci took the white cloth, shook it in his hand, and said: "As for that, a calm mind naturally brings coolness."

"Is she an angel that she came today, and you personally came… oh, pay attention to the nine o'clock direction, Master Ci, look…"

The so-called "nine o'clock direction" does not literally mean the direction of nine o'clock.

It is a secret code between Chen Ci and his wingman, meaning that a beauty scoring above ninety is present.

While Chen Ci's interest was piqued, he also couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed, wondering what strange things he had been researching before.

Chen Ci lifted his gaze, and at the same time heard Pang Zi add: "Or rather, two of them, they've come, they've come…"

No sooner had the words fallen than Chen Ci indeed saw two young women with an exotic charm walking toward them.

Chen Ci's gaze focused on them; just one glance, and he imperceptibly curled the corner of his mouth—he had guessed correctly…

After just a few steps, they stopped one in front of the other before Chen Ci.

Both looked young, but the one walking ahead had a noticeably more mature demeanor.

And the Young Lady timidly following behind looked even more youthful; she must be the person Chen Ci was waiting for.

"Excuse me, are you Harmony China..."

Chen Ci was a little surprised; his Mandarin was more standard than he imagined, and without hesitation he nodded, tossing the white cloth with the name written on it back onto Pang Zi.

Then he proactively extended his right hand: "That's right, I'm Chen Ci. Someone should have notified you about filming the Olympic Promotional Video, right? I'm the director."

The young girl ahead blinked slightly, but soon still reached out and shook Chen Ci's hand briefly.

"Oh yes, Director hello, I'm Gu Li Jia Na Ti, this is my sister Gu Li Na Zha..."

Her Mandarin was not only pronounced standardly, her speed wasn't slow either; Pang Zi couldn't help but frown and whisper softly: "Gu Li..."

Chen Ci smiled and nodded: "I've remembered it."

Since Chen Ci said that, Pang Zi also timely shut his mouth.

But then Chen Ci continued: "What do you think of this? I'll call you Na Ti, and your sister Na Zha."

The sister immediately nodded: "Sure, our Han friends also call us that way."

"Alright, Na Ti, Na Zha, do you want to go straight back to the Hotel to rest, or first wander around Jingcheng?"

Na Ti was fine, but looking at Na Zha's complexion, she was probably already very exhausted, and she hadn't spoken a word up to now.

Na Ti thought for a moment: "We... won't bother you, Director, let's just go straight to the Hotel."

Before she finished speaking, the sister was suddenly pulled by the arm by her younger sister behind her.