Free Web NovelHearing that Lu Yibei had been following her from the start, Shen Baiwei was momentarily stunned, then quickly came back to her senses. Noticing Lu Yibei's gaze sweeping maliciously over her small notebook, her heart suddenly pounded, and she hurriedly clutched the notebook to her chest.
"You, why did you follow me?! Who told you to follow me?"
"Don't be so fierce!" Lu Yibei scratched the back of her head, her face expressionless, "Strictly speaking, we're on the same side. If I don't follow you, who should I follow?"
As she spoke, she raised a finger and pointed at the formation of Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers in the main camp's open area. "Or are you saying I should stand there and say something to the Long Xiang Army's Elder brothers?"
"That wouldn't be bad. I listened in a bit just now, and that old Dragon Xiang's pre-battle motivational speech was truly subpar, just repeating the same old stuff about national righteousness and the common people."
"If it were me, I'd go up there and give a grand, exaggerated speech, and wouldn't the Long Xiang Army's Elder brothers be fooled... uh, stirred into a frenzy? At that point, let alone killing the Shaman King, they'd even start thinking about the Emperor's throne being passed around, and this year it's their family's turn..."
"*Slap*!"
Her wicked little hand was slapped away by Shen Baiwei with a crisp, loud sound.
Lu Yibei's words were cut short as a sudden pain shot through the back of her hand.
"Hiss, don't be so stingy! It won't cost you an arm and a leg to look!" Lu Yibei said, rubbing the back of her hand. "Besides, we're in this together now, so we should be honest. How about this... I'll tell you my secret, and you let me see your little notebook?"
"Don't worry! I won't tell anyone that you drew the one from Chawan Temple as a bald man in your notebook."
"Get lost!"
Hearing that the Disaster had discovered her little secret, Shen Baiwei felt a sudden flush, and she growled. She then clutched the small notebook, which Lu Yibei had almost snatched, even tighter, finally slipping it into her clothes through her collar.
Lu Yibei, "..." What to do? She was only a little interested before, but with Shen Baiwei's reaction, she suddenly really wanted to see what was written and drawn in her notebook.
Everyone has a certain degree of curiosity and rebellious psychology, and Shen Baiwei's overly strong reaction completely piqued Lu Yibei's curiosity and rebellious psychology.
It was like, "Scream! The louder you scream, the more excited I get!"
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Lu Yibei's knack for pestering people had always been top-notch. Old Man He, who ran a jewelry store on Peony Street but was pestered by her when she was young into stocking a pile of children's toys, could attest to this.
When an unknowing passerby asked Old Man He why there were two particularly glaring Ultraman figures displayed in his elegantly decorated shop full of exquisite jewelry, Old Man He would always silently light a cigarette after recounting the whole story.
If Old Man He knew about Lu Yibei's experiences over the past year or so, he might cautiously ask, "You just said that fellow... is she a 'pestering type' of urban legend? The 'pestering' as in annoying?"
However.
Even after being continuously harassed by such a "pestering type" like Lu Yibei for over ten minutes, Shen Baiwei managed to hold her ground, not even letting her touch the cover of her small notebook.
Furthermore, to prevent Lu Yibei from having any ill intentions towards her beloved small notebook again, she even...
Even eagle-training wouldn't be as enduring as her!
Thinking this, Shen Baiwei rolled her eyes at Lu Yibei and said fiercely, "Didn't you say before that since you wanted to be an observer, you should observe closely, which is why you followed that guy to the main camp?"
"Why are you clinging to me now? Go observe!"
"I am observing!" Lu Yibei said with an expressionless face, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Huh?" Shen Baiwei's eyes widened slightly, and she asked blankly, "When?"
*Wasn't she following me all along?* Shen Baiwei thought to herself.
"When I followed you here, and when you were sitting there, drawing and writing something in your notebook!" Lu Yibei pouted, "If I didn't observe properly, would I just stare at you all this time?"
"As for you, you said you'd be an excellent observer with me, and you even have a small notebook, but you're just drawing funny doodles of those two bigshots. Aren't you afraid they'll find out? Can't you use your notebook for something useful?"
"Like, let me see what you've written in your notebook?"
"No!"
"Just a peek!"
"Get lost!"
"..."
Having finally broken free from Lu Yibei's entanglement, Shen Baiwei's hand instinctively went to the spot on her chest where she had hidden the small notebook. Feeling its outline through her clothes, she seemed to remember something and frowned slightly.
Although the Disaster's words were a bit harsh, in a way, she actually felt that the Disaster had a point, or rather, it aligned with her own thoughts.
All along, besides recording information about Psychic and urban legend who might become enemies, she also habitually recorded her experiences, such as places she had visited, people she had met, or even a delicious dessert she had eaten... In short, she casually recorded her observations in her beloved small notebook.
Although these casual contents would mostly be lost again and again with each "reload," as if ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) her "self" was gradually getting lost in the process of being forced to "reload," she still persisted.
It was as if by doing so, she could retain more of her "self" than if she did nothing at all.
However, this time, perhaps due to being implicated by the Disaster and tormented beyond endurance, when she opened her small notebook, the only thing on her mind was to vent, not to record.
In fact, if the Disaster had appeared a little later, she would probably have drawn a portrait of the Disaster in her small notebook, and the level of parody would definitely have been much more severe than that of Nangling Commander and Hong Bian.
Just as Shen Baiwei's thoughts were about to drift, Lu Yibei spoke again, abruptly pulling her back.
"What's more... although you're not bad-looking, my beauty surpasses yours. Do I need to keep looking at you? I might as well look in a mirror."
Hearing this, Shen Baiwei's expression darkened, and a shadow seemed to suddenly fall over her thick spectacle lenses. Her pink fists clenched slightly.
Although it was the truth, it was so infuriating! she thought indignantly, her lips slightly parted, just about to say something, when Lu Yibei spoke again.
"It's about to begin."
The sudden, disjointed words made Shen Baiwei pause for a moment, and she instinctively blurted out, "What's about to begin?" freeweɓnøvel.com
"How should I put it..." Lu Yibei tilted her head, explaining, "Something like a send-off ceremony? Didn't I just say? They told the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers to leave things like family letters, and then have someone send them back to Yumen Pass."
"Now, that old man has finished speaking and gone back to his tent, and four guys whose armor is clearly different from the other armored soldiers have left the formation. They should be starting to collect the family letters or tokens from those Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, right?"
No sooner had Lu Yibei finished speaking than she saw the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers who had left the formation follow Dragon Xiang into the main camp tent. They then quickly emerged, carrying two sturdy-looking boxes, about a meter long and half a meter high, with iron plating on the surface.
They placed the two iron boxes on the left and right sides of the formation, respectively, and said a few words to the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers in the formation, who then began to move.
The first to step forward was a tall, burly man with a dark, square face. He emerged from the ranks, fumbling in his embrace, and before he could even take anything out, Lu Yibei suddenly spoke to Shen Baiwei, "He'll probably put a rattle drum in."
As her words fell, the burly man indeed pulled out an exquisitely crafted rattle drum from his embrace, adorned with exotic patterns and a small tuft of peacock feathers. He held the rattle drum in his hand, gazing at it with tender eyes, gently shook it twice, then sighed and carefully placed it into the iron box.
Watching this scene, Shen Baiwei's eyes widened slightly in surprise, saying, "How did you know he would..."
"Because I observed him just now!" Lu Yibei said with an expressionless face.
"When he was resting in the tent earlier, he kept fiddling with that rattle drum and constantly talked to his companions about his little sister, saying things like 'an elder brother is like a father' and 'I need to kill more enemies, accumulate enough military merits and wealth, then go back and help my little sister find a good husband.'"
"Presumably, that rattle drum is for his little sister, right?"
Listening to Lu Yibei's words, Shen Baiwei narrowed her eyes, half-believing, half-doubting.
She had observed and recorded the Disaster fighting enemies many times, knowing that the Disaster possessed some kind of precognitive ability, always able to dodge enemy attacks under seemingly illogical circumstances.
*Maybe she's messing with me? If she predicted beforehand that the strong man would take out a rattle drum from his embrace, and then made up a story, that would also be reasonable, right?* Shen Baiwei thought.
As she was pondering, the burly man who had put down the rattle drum suddenly let out a loud shout towards the formation behind him.
"You brats, be careful when you put your things in later! If anyone breaks the little trinket I bought for my sister, I'll twist his head off!"
Hearing that shout, Shen Baiwei's mouth dropped open in astonishment.
*It... it really was for his little sister?*
She turned to look at Lu Yibei, seemingly wanting to confirm something from her expression, but Lu Yibei merely stared straight ahead with an expressionless face, calmly speaking as one Longxiang Army Armored Soldier after another placed their tokens or family letters into the iron box.
"That guy will probably put in a hairpin... his wife gave it to him, telling him to take it out and look at it whenever he misses home."
"That guy's should be an essay, freshly written, not for his family, but for himself. He seems to have no family left... written for himself, surviving the war? It's a bit like a time capsule! Is this considered ancient romance?"
"And that guy..."
"..."
Listening to Lu Yibei ramble on for a while, and seeing that most of her predictions were confirmed by those Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, Shen Baiwei finally couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait! How do you know so much?"
Lu Yibei frowned slightly, turned her head, and looked directly into Shen Baiwei's eyes, saying earnestly, "Didn't I tell you? I observed carefully..."
"That's why I said that old Dragon Xiang's talk about national righteousness and the common people was completely unskilled! Because he didn't need to say it at all."
"Although those Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers are very afraid of death, they have already prepared themselves to die on the battlefield. After all, if they retreat now, once Yumen Pass falls and the Shaman King's army sweeps through, the ones who will suffer the ravages of war will be the people they care about most."
Shen Baiwei, "..."
