The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 799 - 798: Master Mo’s True Wisdom (Scheming)

Chapter 799: Chapter 798: Master Mo’s True Wisdom (Scheming)

Xiao Qimo stopped his work, and the satellite positioning system on the computer screen halted its search as well. His gaze slowly shifted to the tablet beside him.

The barrage of messages was so lively that it distracted the exceptionally focused workaholic Qimo.

The man raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze firmly on those comments vying for his wife, a dark tide swirling in his deep, ink-black eyes.

He opened his phone with a composed elegance and scrolled to his notes.

And there, he found a love strategy titled "Advance by Retreating."

Good.

Xiao Qimo glanced at the positioning system page. There wouldn’t be any problems for a while, so he decisively switched the computer page to the entertainment section.

He went to the comments section, patiently and meticulously taking screenshots of every "unreasonable comment" and their associated accounts (for evidence).

His phone kept emitting a distinct vibration sound.

Team Three Sweethearts: [Team One, have you located it yet? Buddy, I’m still waiting in the Primitive Forest for you to send the navigation!]

Team Three Sweethearts: [Team One? Not looking for the leader anymore?]

Team Three Sweethearts: [If you don’t act now, the leader might be eaten by wild beasts!]

Team Three Sweethearts: [Team One, forgive my bluntness, but you’re not thinking of usurping the position... are you?]

Under the relentless barrage of messages from Team Three, Xiao Qimo stole a moment from his busy schedule to reply to them.

[Shut up. I’m dealing with an emergency.]

Team Three, upon receiving the message, became instantly obedient, showing exceptional understanding. Anything that could make him put his and the leader’s safety aside must be truly urgent.

He humbly replied: [Okay, okay, you go ahead with your work.]

Xiao Qimo’s expression was somber as he spent quite a while organizing the screenshots. He narrowed his eyes and sent the pack of screenshots to Mo Si.

Only after doing all this did the man return to being Xiao·Workaholic·Qimo.

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On the other side, Mo Si received a bunch of screenshots sent by Qimo in a rather strange manner.

He thought Qimo was supposed to be busy with work, so how did he find the time to send messages? When he opened the screenshots, he became slightly confused.

At home, was Qimo working, or was he following a variety show?

Mo Si went through these pictures one by one. They were comments from netizens about the current episode, nearly all concerning Miss Lu. He read through each one; the comments were positive and supportive, without any negative remarks.

He was puzzled and couldn’t fathom Qimo’s intentions, so he quickly showed it to Xiao Jianli for a look.

Xiao Jianli took out his reading glasses and spent a good while looking at the phone. After taking off his glasses, his bright eyes saw through so much.

"Qimo is jealous."

"Ah?" Mo Si panicked. "Then how should I comfort Qimo? No, wait, if Qimo is jealous, shouldn’t he seek out Miss Lu for comfort?"

"Exactly," said Xiao Jianli, his gaze shifting toward the stage. "Isn’t that why he had you send these to Mianmian?"

Mo Si opened his mouth wide, then after a long moment, he raised his thumb.

"Qimo is truly cunning."

Xiao Jianli, with an indiscernible emotion, chuckled faintly.

On stage, Lu Mian’s disinterested and impatient acceptance speech left the host, Yin Feng, completely unable to continue, resulting in him awkwardly making some closing remarks to wrap up the program.

Lu Mian, true to her speech, turned to leave as soon as the cameras were off.

The group from the think tank, centered around Scientist Dashiell from the Brain Science Research Institute, began to make their way to the stage.

Pei Wenda, Zhai Qingtong, and the third person all greeted them enthusiastically.

The only one was Lu Mian, single-mindedly heading for the backstage.

Dashiell, moving through the crowd, called out to her a step ahead: "Miss Lu Mian!"

Yin Feng quickly hinted to Lu Mian, "This is Scientist Dashiell from the Brain Science Research Institute. Lu Mian, this is your big opportunity!"

Oh.

Lu Mian nodded, "Hello, goodbye."

Yin Feng: ...I’m done. I’m done hosting, whoever wants to do it, do it!

Dashiell smiled, unconcerned, and asked in not-so-fluent Chinese, "Miss Lu, may I take up three minutes of your time to ask you a few questions?"

The think tanks behind: Mr. Dashiell, you speak Chinese???

Pei Wenda and his two companions had eyes full of longing: Mr. Dashiell, she doesn’t have time, but we do!!!

Lu Mian looked at her digital watch; there was still some time.

"Please, go ahead."

"Miss Lu, why did you suddenly change the competition topic?"

Lu Mian glanced at the three dry losers beside her and said coolly, "I wanted to test how strong my network was."

Pei Wenda: You’re strong! So strong! You have the strongest backing!

Xiang Yu: I’m sorry to myself!

Zhai Qingtong: It’s my fault! I deserve it! I regret it so much... my guts are green...

Dashiell nodded, understanding, "Then during the competition, why did you always close your eyes and meditate for a few minutes before starting? Do you have some special way of thinking?"

"No," Lu Mian said bluntly: "Just dragging out the time."

Pei Wenda: By the time she finished, I had just figured out the first step...

Xiang Yu: She submitted her answers when I had just found my direction...

Zhai Qingtong: I... I hadn’t even understood the question by then...

Yin Feng felt revived, this was the most personable he had ever seen Lu Mian.

Thank heavens for Lu Mian’s ancestors. If she finished instantly every time, this episode would probably have ended in half an hour!

Dashiell looked at the young girl in front of him, who was neither humble nor arrogant, calm and composed, and his eyes fell on her head, chuckling softly.

He thought, if it weren’t for Lu Mian dragging out the time, the think tanks might not have been able to finish the questions behind.

Indeed a smart brain.

"Miss Lu, this is my business card. You are welcome to visit the Brain Science Research Institute!"

Lu Mian took it, and at the same time, glanced at the time; she needed to go.

"Thank you, goodbye."

Lu Mian swiftly grabbed her bag from backstage; Mo Si was already waiting at the entrance of the program group’s building.

"Miss Lu, I’ll take you back!"

"Where’s Grandpa Xiao?"

"The old master left with Mr. Meng and the others."

Lu Mian nodded, threw her backpack onto the back seat, and sat in the front passenger seat, "Take me to school."

"Eh? It’s so late, and you’re going to school?"

"If you drive a little faster, we can make it before the dormitory closes. If..." Lu Mian’s voice was calm, her brows slightly raised, seemingly tinged with a bit of excitement.

Mo Si shuddered and immediately tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Miss Lu, I can do it! Today, I’ll stick to this steering wheel!" Having survived Lu Mian’s deathly driving in the past, he didn’t want to experience Lu-style driving again in his lifetime.

"Alright then," Lu Mian said, slightly disappointed.

Mo Si swiftly started the car and began driving normally; he then glanced at the girl playing with her phone in the passenger seat and cleared his throat.

"Miss Lu, I sent you some screenshots earlier, did you see them?"

"I saw them," said Lu Mian, casually flicking through her phone, her voice rising at the end, cool and clear: "And then?"

Mo Si was organizing his words urgently...