Chapter 3: Notebook
âThis is your said âphoto snatcher.ââ
Yingying provided a short analysis of the data: âLuo Nan. 16 Years Old. Entered Acumen College this year on September 1st. His admissions scores were average. Teacher assessments from elementary school to middle school donât mention anything notable. Heâs very ordinary.â
Xie Junping only cared for a certain point: âSo heâs not really the âpaparazziâ type?â
Yingying didnât respond directly; she continued analyzing the data: âWhatâs relatively noteworthy is that his aunt is written as his guardian on the form. As for his parents⊠let me look that up. His mother passed away due to a difficult birth. His father had gone missing long ago. How strange. Thereâs still difficult births in this day and age?â
âDo you mean thatâŠâŠâ
âThe circumstances he grew up in is relatively unusual. There should be some eccentricities to his character. We need to observe further. Release your vehicle access privileges right now and turn on the surveillance system. I want to observe with you.â
Xie Junping immediately followed her instructions. Shortly after he synchronized the data with Yingying, Luo Nanâs steady jogging figure appeared on the sloped top of the overpass.
Right now the sky was only in twilight. The distant figure was completely blurry. Fortunately, the flying car Phantomâs surveillance system had gone through special customization to possess stronger detection and anti-detection capabilities. It was due to the automatic warning of the carâs AI that Xie Junping was able to discover that his photo was snatched
Xie Junping observed the photo snatcherâs every movement through the surveillance system. But he was unable to see make out anything.
Actually, Zhang Yingying had already reached an initial verdict on her side: âCongrats to you sucker! I can basically conclude that he did not target you specifically.â
âHuh?â
âDo you hear the sound of his breathing?â
From fifty meters away, the muttering of the target could be recovered through the surveillance systems powerful acoustic gathering and filtering capabilities. The sound of the morning runnerâs breathing was no exception to this.
âHic! That buzzing is his breathing?â
âIsnât it like the sound of a bee? It should be a special breathing technique, and thereâs also a special chant. The specifics effects are unclear; maybe there isnât an effect at all. His lung capacity is only slightly better than that of an ordinary person. But heâs in a state of extreme concentration. Look at his expression with that bright glow. Tsk tskâŠ...Would one who harbors the malicious thoughts of snatching a picture really put forth the effort into exercising after doing so?â
Xie Junpingâs anxious mood finally received relief. A smile was unconsciously revealed on his face.
But right at this moment when Luo Nan made his way down the highest point of the overpass, Luo Nanâs gaze suddenly deviated. Looking at the image cast by the surveillance system, Luo Nan was looking directly at Xie Junping.
The screen was unidirectional. Those outside the car canât see inside, but Xie Junping was still given a scare.
âDid he discover us?â
âYour Phantom is way too eye-catching. And furthermore, heâs way keener than I imagined.â
Yingying seemed to become interested: âHe must have sensed something. However, it doesnât seem like his expression has changed. Heâs not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. This type of person has many thoughts running in their head; theyâre the type to have schemes. But for him to be able to maintain his concentration means that his willpower is higher than normal. Oh right. Speaking of willpower, I just found something very interesting. Do you want to hear?â
Xie Junping watched Luo Nan move closer step by step. He was currently in a mess trying to figure out what to do, how could he have the mood to leisurely listen.
However, Yingying didnât give a damn about Xie Junping. She spoke, minding her own business:
âAccording to his school profile, Luo Nanâs household address is located in the River Wu District of the Blue Bay Community. The straight-line distance between Acumen College and his house is nearly forty kilometers. Obviously, this isnât a long distance if he rides the underground public transit, the metro, and so on, but he ran over here. Thatâs a marathon a day! Using his lung capacity, breathing technique, and muscle composition as a basis for analysis⊠Each run is tantamount to peeling a layer of skin! If he runs like this everydayâŠâŠ Oh dear dear, thatâs quite the self-flagellation.â
âCrap!â Merely thinking those thoughts caused Xie Junping to feel his scalp go numb.
Yingying continued with her analysis: âFrom his forementioned circumstances Iâve determined that he shouldnât be the impulsive type, generally speaking. He wonât make rash decisions in a situation of unknown circumstances. But if you give him a bad impression, or if you make him feel threatened... The consequences are hard to predictâŠâŠ Well, get out of the car now.â
âWhat?â
âYou didnât think you came here to just watch him run, did you? Please. Wouldnât that show that you fancy him? Get out of the car now and make conversation with him. Donât you always brag that youâre an expert socializer? Or do you only have the characteristics of being a sucker?â
He knew clearly she was goading him, but there isnât a guy anywhere who would slap his own face in front of a girl. Xie Junping took a deep breath and patted his face to sober up a bit more from his hungover and murky state. Only then did he open the vertical doors of his Phantom and step outside.
This time he was standing face-to-face with Luo Nan for reals.
The distance between the two was approximately forty meters. Xie Junping brought forth the elegant demeanor of running for the student council. He waved towards Luo Nan from far away, sending him a greeting.
Yingyingâs rang through the internal earbuds, seemingly ringing from the depths of his mind: âExcellent, you look just like a dog. Pay attention. Donât give off a stinking air of pretension. Your current appearance is of a shameless degenerate, but youâre still considered a straightforward playboy. Also, you need to be a bit more forthright. Heâs way smarter than you imagine.â
It was as if Xie Junping had returned to the time when he was running for student council. He followed every step planned by his advisor and operated according to the image he would present to voters. Luckily Yingyingâs request wasnât that difficult. It seemed that this performance came naturally to him.
He saw Luo Nan slow down in front of him and stare directly over to him. It was unclear if Luo Nanâs expression had changed; he lacked the visible intention of responding. This made Luo Nan quite hard to pin down.
Xie Junping decided to take the offensive initiative. He moved forward a few steps: âApologies to this schoolmate, I wish to have a chat with you.â
Only when the distance between the two was within ten meters did Luo Nan tilt his head in greeting: âSenior Xie.â
Xie Junpingâs heart skipped a beat. He asked by reflex: âYou recognize me!?â
Yingyingâs resentful voice sounded out: âWhat are you panicking for!?â
Luo Nan answered at practically the same time: âThe 24th. Youâve participated in the senior-run society promotion and advice convention.â
âOh, thatâs right. That really did happen.â
Xie Junping scolded himself internally for the bad response. He started the conversation over with Luo Nan by asking a question he already knew the answer to: âHow should I address this junior?â
âLuo Nan.â
âOkay then. Junior Luo Nan. Iâm terribly sorry for disturbing your morning run, but thereâs something I need your help with. Yes. The awkward moment just then. I canât be out in public at the momentâŠâŠ Can we talk in the car?â
Yingying spoke in a soft patronizing voice: âYou wield that self-deprecating tone quite well.â
Luo Nan thought about it and didnât refuse.
Luo Nan squeezed into the car and sat shotgun. He placed the notebook on his knee and sat upright, giving the appearance of a well-behaved law-abiding student.
Seeing how Luo Nan was quite cooperative, Xie Junping let out a breath of relief and returned sitting in the car.
He followed Yingyingâs instructions and allowed the door to remain open, avoiding the mental implications created by a confined empty space. He even pulled out a performance drink from the mini fridge from the back seat and handed the drink over: âReplenish yourself with some water.â
âThanks Senior Xie.â Luo Nanâs displayed distant manners from the very beginning. He took the drink, but he didnât open the can.
Yingying raised some additional points: âRetard. Stop beating around the bush. This type of person is quick thinking. Many thoughts run through his head. It would be troublesome if you make a mistake. You need to pay attention. You were too vague just then. What awkward incident? Directly say the time and place!â
Xie Junping immediately cut to the chase: âJunior, forgive me for being presumptuous. I wish to ask if you were at the Dongxing Twin Towersâ moving walkway approximately 10 minutes ago at around 5:00?â
Luo Nan held the cold drink in his hand as he responded simply with: âYes Senior.â
âHic! You saw me come out of the nightclub?â
âI saw.â
Xie Junping smacked his forehead and put on an extremely vexed expression. Five minutes were spent inside the car acting, three minutes venting, and two minutes waiting for Yingyingâs instructions.
Yingying did not disappoint him, delivering him instructions very quickly: âHe isnât deliberately taking the initiative. He responds whenever you ask him a question. Itâs highly probable that he lacks some social abilities. He may not be inexperienced from what heâs exhibited so far; he should put more of a value on a personâs image. This type of person will likely be fine being persuaded, but not coerced. However, you also shouldnât straightforwardly talk about money.â
Xie Junping understood in a second. He forced a laugh on the spot: âJunior~ This senior has truly lost face today. I donât have any sort of excuses for this matter that happened. But right now weâre in unusual timesâŠâŠâ
He pointed out the matter of him wishing to get the Honor Societyâs Senior Medal. Then he clasped his hand together, faced Luo Nan, and acted out paying his respects. He spoke half exaggerated and half seriously:
âI know no matter how I say it, it may not seem authentic. But junior, can you turn a blind eye to this? Can you let me off this time? Reputation and the like really doesnât mean much to me. But as far as Iâm concerned that medal is very very important!â
The performance that Xie Junping put on this time was absolutely top-notch. His attitude was very self-deprecating. The vulgar gangster smile of a playboy was on his face; his brazenness was protruding and the smile also dispelled some of the seriousness of the situation. He was refraining from rousing Luo Nanâs greed, for that would lead to bigger problems.
Luo Nan remained unperturbed from beginning to end: âSenior you donât need to act this way. Iâm no gossip, and even more so, I donât talk behind peoples backs.â
âHic! I trust my Junior. But in the information age with videos, photos, and the like, itâs not really safeâŠâŠâ
âI didnât take a photo. I just felt that scene was relatively special so I drew a rough sketch as a souvenir.â
Luo Nan opened his notebook as he spoke. The flexible e-ink screen lit up to let Xie Junping take a look at the work he had drawn.
Xie Junping was slightly relieved when he saw the vague lines and shadows.
Right before Xie Junping was about to speak, Yingying spoke suddenly: âGet the notebook into your possession.â
She had spoken too fast. Xie Junping thought he heard her say âsnatchâ. He had a cold sweat from fright on the spot.
Xie Junping was stunned for two seconds before he could find a pretext: âJunior, youâve carried this notebook for the whole day. It looks quite inconvenient to do so. What special function does it have?â
Xie Junping had spoken the truth. Luo Nanâs loose-leaf notebook combined the flexible screen with conventional paper binding into a single form factor. It appeared that having a flexible screen would cause traditional pages to not be very useful. And if one were to use traditional pages instead, a flexible screen would also be superfluous.
He reached out his hand as he spoke, adopting a curious investigating appearance. In truth, his heart was somewhat shaking with fear, fear that Luo Nan would get angry and bring forth another mess.
Luo Nan was actually quite magnanimous. He handed over the loose-leaf notebook to Xie Junpingâs hands: âThis kind of notebook was very popular during the Third War. Charging facilities werenât everywhere in the chaos of war or in the desolate countryside. It was quite easy for electronic goods to turn into garbage. Traditional paper products were more reliable than electronic products at the time. Also, the efficiency can be rapidly increased when manufacturing is abundant. The flexible screen can be swapped out at any time; its manufacturing costs aren't high.â
âWhoa. A product from the Third War EraâŠ... Have they produced any in the past dozen of years?â
This brought a smile to Luo Nanâs face, causing his facial contours to be softer: âMy grandfather loved these types of notebooks the most back in the day. He had bought over a thousand books in one fell sweep. This one Iâm using is amongst those. And, my grandfather wrote in at least hundreds of similar notebooks. Each book was packed to the brim. But now Iâm unable to see the majority of them.â
âWow! So itâs an antique.â Xie Junping flipped the pages at random and saw that the majority of the space was white. Only parts of the pages were written with formulas, numbers, and simple diagrams. It was like they were written down in passing and Xie Junping couldnât see through the history behind them.
Xie Junpingâs attention was primarily on the flexible screen. The drawing software was still running so he swiped with his finger, switching through page after page. He blurted out asking:
âIs this flexible screen also from fifty years ago? Iâm not quite familiar with this drawing software.â
âNo, IâŠ.. installed it later on.â
Xie Junping didnât need Yingyingâs reminder to hear the sign that Luo Nan had changed what he was going to say.
Anyway, he soon became interested in a drawing.
Xie Junping looked in browser mode and saw many images with similar scenes to the one he was in. There were scenes from inside the school and outside the school.
Xie Junping was somewhat stunned. He had some basic level of appreciation from being a second-generation rich folk, having received a good education.
Although every single one of these sketches was sloppy, some even lacking any sort of background, Xie Junping was familiar with these places. From the contour lines of humanoid figures of the sketch on the crooked paper, he could clearly see what sort of places, circumstances, and people were described in the endâŠ..
Eh, the last sentence was too exaggerated. What he meant was that he could see what was happening in these drawings. He could see the intense body language and expressions from lines that contoured and portrayed the human figures.
Speaking of which, it was quite incredible. From the picture, concentration could be seen. Excitement could be seen. Depression could be seen. Madness could be seenâŠâŠ Those rough lines of the image could portray the atmosphere of the scene, could portray the mood of the crowd. It could even portray everyoneâs bearings.
Luo Nan had used a digital pen to draw out the lines, but clearly, there was a sort of sharp feeling of the image tearing out of the surface, stabbing deeply into oneâs hidden heart indicating that part of it was real.
Xie Junping sweated inexplicably from looking: Crap. Did I discover the next Picasso?
He flipped to the last page and saw the sketch where he was the main subject. Xie Junping was actually somewhat dazzled, all the way until Yingyingâs voice woke him up:
âHe was clearly more excited than normal when he was talking about his notebook and his grandfather. I was researching some data just now and I discovered something very interestingâŠâŠ Retard. Flip ahead a few more pages. You were idle for too long. Take care that he doesnât misunderstand.â
Itâs because I was talking to you! Xie Junping scolded Yingying over a hundred times in his heart. But he still followed her instructions like a marionette.
Yingyingâs voice continued to come over: âHis grandfatherâs name is Luo Yuandao. He was formerly a researcher. He didnât have any noteworthy achievements. But at 83 years, aka 13 years ago, he was accused of something. Itâs said that a short time after the Third War he went to the wilderness and, with cooperation from vagrant forces, he performed private live human experimentationâŠâŠâ
My god!
Xie Junpeiâs finger, which was swiping on the screen, shivered. He felt Luo Nanâs gaze constantly looking at him; maybe this feeling was from his guilty-conscience. However, it wasnât an appropriate time to talk right now. The only thing he could do was force himself to continue on.
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