Chapter 105: If Newton Hadn’t Lit the Way, the World Would Dwell in Endless Gray
After the mirage play, Wang Qi’s group’s tour of the headquarters came to their last stop, Reaching Heaven Palace at the top.
Leaving the theater and going to their next visit, Wang Zhenqi kept on wan this and wan that, but always about how the play moved her. Wang Qi’s annoyance grew and grew, with nowhere to vent.
Midway, Wang Qi up and grabbed Mao Zimiao’s ear. “Hey, Ah’Zimiao, you’ve been quiet since the start.”
“Nya!” Mao Zimiao slapped his hand in annoyance.
[Hey, shouldn’t you be saying, ‘You mustn’t, nya!’ It’s weird not hearing you say it.]
Ever since the beginning of the tour, Mao Zimiao avoided him like the plague. She even had Wang Zhenqi sit between them while watching the mirage play.
Wang Qi found her behavior beyond bizarre.
“Ah’Miao wasn’t too happy in the morning, wan,” the dogeared girl whispered as he pulled a face. “It was around the time you defeated Wu Shiqin.”
[When I beat Wu Shiqin?]