Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 422 - 76_3

Chapter 422: Chapter 76_3

Yin Meng followed up and said, "I just heard the sound of a chair moving upstairs, and when I came up, I saw a figure dancing here. When I turned on the light, it disappeared."

Run Sheng asked, "Could it be a living person?"

Yin Meng shook her head, "A living person couldn’t disappear so quickly in front of me."

Even putting aside their professions as Corpse Recovery Divers, the two of them were now true martial artists, with observational skills and reflexes far superior to ordinary people.

"Let’s go tell Xiao Yuan."

"Okay."

As soon as they went downstairs, they saw Aunt Sun coming in with a thermos.

"Hey, how coincidental, the dorm supervisor from Building Nine just called me over to have tangyuan. I thought the shop couldn’t be unattended for long, so I brought some back. Come on, let’s eat together."

Aunt Sun walked to the counter, positioned the thermos, and warmly invited the two over.

Run Sheng looked at Yin Meng and gestured for her to notify Xiao Yuan while he stayed there.

Yin Meng shook her head slightly, indicating that it was inconvenient for her to go to the men’s dormitory and that Run Sheng should go while she stayed.

Run Sheng looked at her firmly, meaning it was simple for her to enter the men’s dormitory.

Having practiced and sparred together for so long, their understanding was natural, and exchanging glances was simple.

Yin Meng had no choice but to run out of the shop.

Aunt Sun asked in confusion, "Huh, where did she go?"

Run Sheng said, "She went to deliver something to our friend."

"Then let’s eat first, tangyuan will swell up if left too long."

"I packed some glutinous rice cakes for you and put them at the bottom. I’ll go get them."

"No need, eating this is fine. Eating too much at night can be hard to digest."

"Oh, okay."

Run Sheng went behind the counter and placed the shovel on a chair.

"Run Sheng, why are you holding a shovel?"

"A piece of wall plaster fell off. I plan to scrape it off and repaint it."

"This shovel’s design looks quite complex, where’d you buy it?"

"Brought it from home."

"Oh, no wonder. Here, you eat first." Aunt Sun unscrewed the thermos and handed a spoon to Run Sheng, "Quick, try out our local tangyuan."

"What’s the occasion for tangyuan today?"

"It’s the dorm supervisor’s birthday from Building Nine."

"Oh."

Run Sheng nodded, took the spoon but didn’t rush to scoop the tangyuan. Instead, he pulled out a piece of coarse incense from a metal box and lit it.

"Is that a cigar?"

"It’s incense." As they would work together in the shop later, Run Sheng didn’t avoid her.

"Incense?"

"It’s a habit I have when eating. I’ve had it since I was young and can’t change it."

"This habit is really peculiar, but I heard some kids eat wall plaster. Yours is at least cleaner."

Suddenly, there was a flash of white light; it was lightning.

Soon after,

"Boom!"

Thunder roared, rain started falling outside, and the wind blew in through the door.

Aunt Sun said, "This season is like that, sudden thunderstorms. Quick, eat and see how it tastes."

Run Sheng didn’t put down the spoon but looked at the incense he had just lit.

The wind outside blew in fiercely, ruffling his hair and the pages on the counter, yet the smoke from the incense rose steadily, vertically.

Run Sheng looked up.

Above,

were a pair of floating feet.

...

"Thanks for your hard work today, Brother Xiao Yuan. Want a soda?"

"You drink, Brother Binbin."

"Oh right, I forgot. You don’t like sweet drinks. I’ll make you some tea... Let me see, I remember my mom put two packs of my dad’s treasured tea leaves in my luggage when I came. Ah, found it."

Tan Wenbin brewed a cup of tea and placed it on Xiao Yuan’s desk.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, have a taste."

Li Zhiyuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded.

"How does it feel?"

"Your dad didn’t take bribes."

"Uh, hahahaha!" Tan Wenbin couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud, wiping tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, then said, "Then I’ll buy you some good tea leaves tomorrow."

"No need."

Judging by the dates, Grandma Liu should be appearing near the school in a few days.

Tea doesn’t compare in quality, only in taste. The problem was that he was used to Liu Yumei’s taste, which was exceptionally expensive.

The elderly in the residential compound only got a little of it and had to hold a tea party to let everyone savor it. For Liu Yumei, it was merely a daily ration.

"Rumble!"

"Oh dear, it’s going to rain."

Tan Wenbin walked over to close the window and retrieve the clothes.

Just then, outside the hallway, came the sound of "click... click... click..." of high heels.

Tan Wenbin heard it, and he immediately made a "shh" gesture to Li Zhiyuan, though the boy remained sitting at the desk, completely unmoved.

Tan Wenbin rolled across the floor, grabbed the Yellow River Shovel, and tiptoed to the dormitory door, just as the high heels arrived at the door.

The sound of friction and the shoes facing the dormitory door.

"Brother Binbin..."

"Shh, shh!" Tan Wenbin repeatedly gestured for Li Zhiyuan not to scare away whatever it was.

Li Zhiyuan opened his book and said, "It’s a person."

"Huh? Oh... I know that."

Tan Wenbin stood up, used his left hand to smooth his hair while his right hand touched his thigh, aiming to ease the awkwardness with more awkwardness.

"Knock, knock..."

"Binbin, are you there?"

It was the voice of Aunt Ran, the dorm supervisor.

Tan Wenbin opened the door to find Aunt Ran standing at the entrance with a ceramic bowl.

Resting on the bowl was a pair of chopsticks, inside were tangyuan, and on the bowl’s outer wall were the words "Model Worker" in red.

"Aunt Ran."

"Auntie cooked some tangyuan and brought you some. Remember to return the bowl and chopsticks to Auntie tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Aunt Ran peeked into the room and smiled at Li Zhiyuan, who was sitting at the desk, "Our top scholar also should have some."