Duan Shigang looked at Liu Chuandao, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
’Hiding the target girl’s phone to turn a passive situation into an active one while also gaining her favor - truly killing two birds with one stone.’
He gave a thumbs up and repeatedly praised: "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
At that mont, Brother Gang, who once dominated at Railway Middle School, couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for such talent.
Indeed, people cannot be judged by appearances. Who would have thought that Brother Liu, with his pancake face, would possess such extraordinary wit?
If one day he could bring him under his wing, Duan Shigang would have a strategist for planning and advice.
Liu Chuandao eyed the girl and said, "Gangzi, be my lookout."
"It’s just a small favor!" Duan Shigang, with his rich experience in surveillance, took two quick steps and moved a little distance away.
He locked onto the junior girl selecting books, monitoring her with his peripheral vision.
Once upon a ti, when Duan Shigang was just a small fry, he gradually established himself with this surveillance skill. Eventually, as his followers grew, he solidified his position until the previous boss was expelled, and Duan Shigang beca the most powerful boss at Iron Middle School.
This was the foundation of his success!
Just as Duan Shigang pretended to pick up a book as a cover, he suddenly rembered sothing and stopped, warning:
"Hold on!"
Liu Chuandao asked in confusion: "What’s wrong?"
Duan Shigang: "We’ve overlooked a small detail, and details determine success or failure!"
He pointed upwards, chanting: "The cara!"
Liu Chuandao followed his gaze and indeed found a cara in the northeastern corner of the library.
He was alard: "Oh no, there’s a cara!"
Duan Shigang looked at the cara and confird: "The monitoring area of the cara completely covers the reading area."
This ant that Liu Chuandao’s act of taking a phone would be fully exposed to the cara.
"It’s too risky, should we just give up?" Duan Shigang said, ultimately admitting defeat to fate.
However, just when he thought the operation was aborted,
Liu Chuandao laughed. His smile at this mont was light, yet wanton, brightly gleaming, ambiguously laughing, entirely unrelated to the current situation, carrying a natural sense of distance.
A smile that Duan Shigang could never quite enter that world!
Liu Chuandao clasped his hands behind his back and spoke calmly: "Without experiencing wind and rain, how can one see the rainbow?"
"The tiger’s den must be entered before one can capture the tiger’s cub!"
"Fragrant plum blossoms co from bitter cold, and the sharpness of a treasure sword cos from honing!"
He rattled off three proverbs, initially planning to recite more, but was hindered by his lack of knowledge and could not think of more.
Finally, Liu Chuandao made a grasping gesture towards the sky, as if he were controlling this world:
"All Martial Arts, only speed is unbreakable; as long as I retrieve her phone before she checks the cara, the existence of the cara becos aningless!"
Upon hearing this, Duan Shigang suddenly understood: "Holy crap, that’s right!"
He was frightened by the cara into retreat, yet Liu Chuandao was able to analyze coolly, this confidence commanded Duan Shigang’s respect!
"Alright, I’ll try it with you!" Duan Shigang was filled with heroic spirit.
After thoroughly setting the plan, Duan Shigang focused on surveilling, "Go ahead and do it without worry!"
Liu Chuandao nonchalantly grabbed a copy of "Robinson Crusoe," swaggering over to the reading area, sitting down boldly.
He and Gangzi exchanged glances, confirming it was the right opportunity.
Liu Chuandao waved his large hand, unplugging the phone that was charging on the table, then naturally got up, went to the bookshelf area, and placed the phone on a secluded shelf.
’Hahaha, the plan is flawless!’ Liu Chuandao was overjoyed.
He even fantasized that after helping the girl find her phone, she would be endlessly grateful, unable to resist offering herself to him.
The girl was rather pretty and delicate. When the ti ca and she beca his girlfriend, he’d strut with her past Class 8.
What kind of reactions would Jiang Yanan, Shen Qing’e, Yang Sheng, who once looked down on him, have?
Just the thought of it made Liu Chuandao feel extrely pleased.
He was the ultimate flirt in Class 8!
What about Dong Qingfeng, Huang Zhongfei, Jiang Ning, who the heck are they? Step aside!
Thinking of the scene where the beauty nestled against him, the oil shine on Liu Chuandao’s flat nose actually glimred coldly, which added a touch to his face.
After completing this matter, Liu Chuandao gave Gangzi an "ok" gesture with his eyes, then went to the reading area and found a seat to sit down.
’Everything is ready!’
’The show begins!’
...
Lan Zichen selected a copy of "Fortress Besieged," her exquisite face looking composed as she moved to the reading area.
However, when she reached the desk, she was stunned to discover the phone she had left on the table charging had vanished!
Lan Zichen’s calm deanor disappeared, replaced by panic.
’That’s not right, the phone was just charging here a mont ago.’
’How could it disappear just by swapping a book?’
Instinctively, Lan Zichen looked around, still unable to see the phone’s trace.
She instinctively asked the nearby Liu Chuandao: "Hey, did you see my phone?"
Liu Chuandao slowly popped his head from behind the book, suppressing his laughter, first pretending to be bewildered: "What phone?"
Lan Zichen pressed on: "The phone with the pink case, it was just charging here."
Liu Chuandao shook his head, and to appear more genuine, he even pretended to scan around.
Lan Zichen beca anxious; a phone is a crucial asset for a high school student.
Just when she was at a loss, Liu Chuandao pulled out his own phone, offering: "How about this, you give your phone number, and I’ll call your phone. Hearing the ringing will help us find it, right?"
In her panic, Lan Zichen naturally didn’t realize he was deliberately trying to get her number. At first, she agreed, but then suddenly rembered:
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