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Chapter 934: 762: Does Xu Shuo Really Hold a Grudge?

Chapter 934: Chapter 762: Does Xu Shuo Really Hold a Grudge?

“What do you want from me?”

After letting the blocked Los into his office, Xu Shuo returned to his seat and glanced at the overly plain and rustic-looking Authority Holder from the Script Space.

The man really didn’t need to bypass Pei Sheng to discuss project plans with him.

Which meant it had to be something else.

Los spoke in a low voice, “Angela… seems to have been deliberately approaching you lately.”

Xu Shuo propped his chin on his hand. “So, you’re aware she’s deliberately approaching me, maybe even scheming something, yet isn’t this your problem to handle? You’re here merely to inform me, expecting me to deal with her myself?”

To be honest.

After learning that the person before him was no ordinary individual.

And knowing that this person might bring him certain conveniences and benefits.

Following the usual protocol.

Xu Shuo should have been engaging Los in an equal, friendly dialogue to maintain their relationship, perhaps even going as far as to cater to him.

After all, he was just a struggling low-level player, while the other was a mysterious Authority Holder from the Script Space.

If he didn’t build a good rapport and accidentally offended this figure, what if he got targeted in the Script Space?

So, the above ought to have been the correct way to interact.

However…

Every time he saw Los with his head down, an old-fashioned bowl-cut hairstyle, hiding his gaze beneath thick black-rimmed glasses, hunched over as though stricken with social anxiety—

Xu Shuo inexplicably felt an urge to antagonize him.

Utterly baffling.

It wasn’t like he looked down on people with rural aesthetics.

Los, the “rural aesthetic incarnate,” adjusted his black-rimmed glasses with one hand holding his folder and quietly said, “I just want to remind you to be cautious around her.”

Xu Shuo tilted his head, giving him a speechless look.

Seeing this, Los added, “Angela is… a bit special. While her actions might not arise from malice, they often end up producing it.”

Xu Shuo: “…?”

What kind of non-explanation was that?

So, her hand likely doesn’t have the intention to slap you, but it usually ends up slapping you anyway?

Noticing the younger man’s indefinable expression, Los pursed his lips uncomfortably, his eyes flickering uneasily.

Then, trying to salvage the situation, he explained, “She’s not a bad person, but she might occasionally do… bad things.”

After finishing, even Los felt something was amiss.

The more he explained, the more incomprehensible it sounded.

Xu Shuo rubbed his temples. “Just tell me what she’s after.”

Los awkwardly replied, “She doesn’t have an objective. For now, she might just be approaching you out of simplicity; her motive will form after she observes you further.”

“So I don’t need to do anything, just sit tight and wait for her to make a move on me?” Xu Shuo said coolly.

“No… not exactly…”

“Then what exactly do you want from me?”

Los took a deep breath and said, “Try to stay at least ten feet away from her, and don’t allow her emotions to affect you.”

Xu Shuo gazed at him upon hearing this.

Los was still keeping his head down.

His straight bangs covered most of his features, making it hard to discern his expression, let alone clearly see his face.

But actually.

The other probably didn’t like dressing this way.

Because not long ago, the girl rumored to be Los’s sister who came to their studio also concealed herself similarly.

It couldn’t be that both siblings shared the same peculiar hobby, right?

This brought to mind the previous incidents when Los had removed his glasses and the repercussions…

Xu Shuo more or less grasped the reason.

People from the Sixth Palace probably had a passive ability that easily influenced others’ spiritual consciousness, triggered as soon as their true appearance was revealed.

Hence, Los and his kin deliberately hid their appearances.

But Angela didn’t.

Angela might even flaunt it arrogantly.

This was her “malice.”

After all, she wasn’t the one taking direct action.

It was others who failed to restrain themselves.

Xu Shuo frowned and said, “If even you find her troublesome, why not just fix the problem at its root?”

Los sighed. “That’s impossible. Our relationship is… complicated.”

Complicated relationship?

Xu Shuo’s expression grew ambiguous.

“No… not that kind of complicated. I’ve already kept her locked up long enough previously, so I can’t do it again, or else it might lead to…” Los hurriedly gestured with one hand.

But suddenly, perhaps realizing he was unintentionally revealing something vital,

he immediately cut himself off.

Then he stood silently with his head lowered.

Xu Shuo clicked his tongue and frowned. “Fine, got it. I’ll be careful. Is there anything else?”

“Judgement…” Los hesitated.

“Themis is doing fine.” Xu Shuo interrupted whatever he was going to say.

“…”

So, Los just pressed his lips together and said no more.

However, before leaving, he did add one last thing, “I’ll think of a way to restrain Angela, but you’d best keep your distance and avoid letting her approach you.”

Xu Shuo waved him off.

Once Los left the office, Xu Shuo recalled Xu Xi’s interactions with Angela in the past few days.

No noticeable abnormalities, from what he could see.

Could it be Xu Xi wasn’t affected?

Or was Angela deliberately holding back?

Or perhaps he himself was just particularly susceptible?

Xu Shuo furrowed his brow slightly, remembering the day he bumped into Angela and had to get his car repaired, along with his earlier conversation with Los.

Los had said he himself lacked emotions.

Could that be the reason?

But was that really true?

He felt he had plenty of emotions.

…

That afternoon, during lunch with the group.

Xu Shuo would periodically look over at Pei Sheng, seated across from him, as he ate.

He was attempting to muster some emotion.

But Pei Sheng, visibly uncomfortable, kept pausing mid-bite. “Why are you staring at me? I haven’t done anything today, ok? Don’t tell me you’re still upset about that thing from this morning?”

At this, Xu Shuo mused, “Am I that petty?”

Pei Sheng nodded furiously.

But after nodding, he caught sight of Xu Shuo’s expression and began shaking his head subtly instead.

Xu Shuo ignored him and shifted his gaze to Li Ziwen.

Li Ziwen, as composed as ever, nodded, “You are a bit petty. Three years ago, when Radiance just started gaining traction, a certain Boss Zhang tried to lowball us for our studio. When you refused, he played dirty, and you kept that grudge until last year. Right before the Lunar New Year, you released his blackmail material, causing him to lose his newly earned VP position. He didn’t even get to enjoy the holiday.”

Pei Sheng: “Cough, cough, cough…”

Pei Sheng, silently overhearing, choked on his rice.

Xu Shuo quietly took a bite of the pork ribs in black bean sauce.

Thinking it over carefully, he realized there was indeed such an incident.

But he didn’t feel that was being petty.

At most, it was a fair return.

Sensing his inner denial.

Li Ziwen calmly continued, “And in high school, during a grade-level basketball match, the sports commissioner from Class 2 ran too fast and accidentally knocked into you, causing the ball to be lost. After that, you made sure he never touched the ball again for the rest of the game. When the match ended, his teammates suspected he was slacking off, and it almost turned into a class dispute.”

Pei Sheng: “Cough…”

For once, Xu Shuo appeared slightly uncomfortable. “That really happened?”

Li Ziwen nodded with certainty.

He remembered it so vividly because the score for that game was crushing—devastating, even.

The boys in Class 2’s basketball team lamented their utter defeat for ages afterward.

The sports commissioner started doubting his own capabilities because of that single match.

He was a promising athlete on track for specialized admissions.

Yet during that game, he didn’t even get to touch the ball once…

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