Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 289: What’s Your Niece’s Name?

Chapter 289: Chapter 289: What’s Your Niece’s Name?

The relentless barrage of questions nearly drowned Yue Jiannan in confusion.

The boy hurled one question mark after another, leaving Yue Jiannan’s head spinning.

It must be an illusion, definitely an illusion.

The person sitting opposite me can’t possibly be this handsome boy; it has to be a market aunty.

When buying the bus ticket, the ticket seller said the journey would take about three hours.

Yue Jiannan recorded this clearly.

The total duration was three hours, eighteen minutes, and thirty seconds.

Why so precise? Because amidst the boy’s endless chatter, the only action left for him was to continually check his watch.

Time, please go faster.

Any slower and Yue Jiannan feared he might suffer a cerebral hemorrhage.

A perfectly good face, why must it have a mouth on it?

Back at home, his mother always said he talked too much. Yue Jiannan really wanted her to come and listen to this.

Compared with this boy, he could be described as "quiet as a chicken".

If being talkative were ranked, the other party would probably be at the invincible grandmaster level.

"Why aren’t you talking? What was the name of that genius niece you mentioned just now?"

Just as they were about to reach the stop, Gong Qiming continued to ask earnestly.

However, Yue Jiannan had no desire to generously inform him.

He turned to glance at the boy’s aunt, who was pretending to sleep while wearing headphones.

She was in a state of "I don’t know anything, don’t bother me".

Yes, she was pretending...

Both of them were acutely aware of it.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yue Jiannan grudgingly responded amidst the boy’s incessant questions.

"Her name is Yue Qingqing."

In an instant, the buzzing noise by his ear abruptly vanished.

The world became eerily silent.

Yue Jiannan rubbed his ears and turned around, only to find that the boy named Gong Qiming was standing there, dumbstruck.

"What’s her name?"

Right at that moment, the bus stopped at Lingguang City Bus Station, and the driver called on the passengers to get off.

"Those who are asleep, wake up. We have arrived."

Yue Jiannan felt relieved as he hurried off the bus with his luggage, afraid that even a moment’s delay would result in being caught and lectured to again.

The little boy became anxious, "What does your niece look like? Where is your home? What’s your home phone number?"

Yue Jiannan didn’t dare look back and sprinted off with the urgency of a short-distance runner.

"Don’t go. Where do you live in Lingguang? I..." I still need to find you.

Before he could finish, the boy was restrained by Chen Ai.

"That’s enough, you’ve been chatting all the way. We still have to go to Lingguang Airport this afternoon."

Gong Qiming struggled to break free, speaking straight to the point, "I have to follow him."

Chen Ai held the boy by the collar with one hand and put her headphones back in her bag with the other.

"Got a chat addiction, huh? Stop making a fuss, we are short on time this afternoon; the crew is waiting. If we don’t fly back on time, my sister will flay me alive."

Gong Qiming gritted his teeth and traced a finger.

A curse technique began to brew in his palm.

Although the old man had said not to use curse techniques on mortals lightly, obtaining a clue about his junior sister shouldn’t count as breaking the rules, should it?

But when he looked up again, the young man from before had already run out of sight.

Gong Qiming’s energy deflated, and the spiritual energy he had been gathering dissipated back into the environment.

Forget it, it’s just a similar name; it might not really be my junior sister.

After all, his arrival in this Different World was already an extraordinary fate; it was impossible for the other disciples in the sect to have the same opportunity.

Thankfully, Gong Qiming had paid attention.

That person’s name was Yue Jiannan, right? I’ve got you memorized!

Yue Jiannan, who was sprinting wildly, couldn’t help but shiver and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked around and patted his chest with a lingering fear in his heart.

Even now, his eardrums felt like they were still burning.

That’s it; I must never judge people by their appearance again.