i i’s hatred for snakes increased even more after she read about Yama and she pushed the papers aside. "C4, is this real?"
"It doesn’t look like a fictional novel to ." C4 replied.
i i sighed. Whoever or whatever these people were, they were mad scientists that would bring the end of the world with their crazy experints. Nobody was asking for serial killer snakes and dominant narcissist lizards.
There were many humans with such traits. If they needed subjects to study, Mo Liang was up for grabs. Why did they have to pervert animals too and put humans at risk and all for what?
Despite the complaints in her mind, she was still curious and she wanted to read more. A knock on the door made her pause and she arranged the papers, planning to return to them later.
Mama Su pushed the door open slowly. "Young miss, my daughter has arrived for her interview and your friends have also co." She smiled stiffly, "Miss ihua is crying."
i i sighed. ihua would be crying until she got a new boyfriend or got back together with Bo Liang. And there was the miracle fix, if she managed to nd her broken heart on her own. "On a scale of one to ten, where are we with the crying?"
There were 10 levels to Rong ihua’s crying which often turned dramatic.
One: A single tear, just quiet crying.
Two: Sniffling and glassy eyes.
Three: Broken voice and sulking. She had tears but they would not fall.
Four: Tears falling soundlessly like a soft blowing gently. No words, no motion.
Five: Stifled sobs, shoulders shaking. Not too loud but deep.
Six: A storm of sorrow, open weeping, raised voice and flushed face.
Seven: The banshee. She would wail so loudly that even neighbors were aggrieved on her behalf.
Eight: Crazy woman. Screams mixed with sobs and hurricane hair.
Nine: The flood: Tears would flow like a river, she would break glass. Dams would break.
Ten: The singer: She would sing her sorrow loudly on a microphone, dedicating every song to who or what had disappointed her. She would sing until the sky turned black, stars weeped, babies stopped crying and everyone needed painkillers for their headache.
"Do you rember when young master Mingzhe put a spider on her face during that sleep over?" Su mama asked.
i i got it. It was an eight. ’It ans she will be fine"
Mama Su laughed and shut the door. i i took a shower and tentatively walked downstairs, not knowing what she was walking into. Her ears were sharp and she heard the sound of ihua’s muffled scream.
She also heard her friends arguing.
"If you had listened to when I told you about the signs..."
"Say sign one more ti Zhilan and I will bash your head in with i i’s crystal wand."
"Hey, I gave her that wand. It has healing energy and it cleanses aura."
"All the more reason to break it."
i i paused at the bottom of the steps and she laughed. This reminded her of high school and the old days....all their life until she left. None of them had changed over the years.
She took one deep breath and finally walked into the living room with a welcoming smile. "Hello everyone."
Taiyuan let go of ihua’s mouth to wave and say hi.
ihua’s high pitched scream was released imdiately, mixed with the words all n are bastards. Everyone was sure she would eat her words as soon as she started dating again.
i i took in the frightening sight of ihua. Her hair was in disarray as if it had been electrocuted, mascara was running down her eyes. Her face was more puffy that a puff pastry. It was also reddish pink.
She let out a high pitched sigh and looked at Han Xinyu, mama Su’s daughter. A young woman, slim shaped with a face that was perfectly remarkably symtrical. Her features were well balanced, with the eyes, nose and lips harmoniously aligned.
"Wow!" i i exclaid.
Zhilan squeezed in the single sofa and leaned her head towards i i. "You see it too, right? Her face is so perfect." She whispered, "But she is a Scorpio. You are surrounded by too many Scorpio’s lately. We should do an aura cleansing."
i i shoved Zhilan’s head away with one finger and she smiled at Han Xinyu. "Miss Han, it is wonderful to see you. Has your mom explained why you are here?"
Miss Han nodded solemnly. "She said that if I do not beco your personal assistant then she will disown ."
i i laughed. "I am sure she is joking."
"No, she is not." Miss Han replied, without a smile.
Zhilan leaned towards i i, "No sense of humor."
i i shoved Zhilan’s head away again and ihua started to scream but Taiyuan covered her face with a pillow. Tea jumped into i i’s arms, begging to be lifted and hugged.
Despite all the little ruckus here and there, i i continued with the interview like a serious boss. "Miss Han, I am not just looking for a personal assistant. I am looking for a confidante and a force multiplier. I need soone that will stop from buying stupid art like that..." She pointed to the painting of goats looking at burnt toast.
"Si Lijuan, rising contemporary painter that has been steadily progressing for three years. That painting is nad the Ashes of Appetite, the goats signify primal instinct or desire and the toast, failure and disappointnt. According to the painter, Lijuan, the work broaches the subject of wild nature confronting dostic failure."
"They are goats judging burnt toast." Taiyuan said casually. "No matter how many fancy profound symbolic or satirical explanations are given, it remains how it appears, goats and burnt toast and stupid. I say the painter lacked inspiration and they should be sent to art prison.
This painting is a cri against all of humanity, we should unite and set it on fire. Then we can take the ashes back to her and make her paint sothing better that does not offend our eyes."
Han Xinyu responded chanically, "In three years, this painting will be able to resell for four tis the original value if the painter is alive and more successful than she is today. If she dies, it will be six tis and if the death is grueso, it will be ten tis the original value. It was not your best acquisition but it will return the investnt."
i i smiled at Taiyuan, eyes filled with gloating. "Ha!" She said loudly.
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