Reborn As Lucky Star Chapter 487 - 487 487 The School is Closed on Saturday

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: The School is Closed on Saturday Chapter 487: Chapter 487: The School is Closed on Saturday Yan Sinian had no idea his actions could be interpreted that way.

After receiving the call from his junior disciple sister, he felt sowhat helpless.

How co the issue he just declined ca knocking on his junior disciple sister’s door?

“Have you checked out the Spiritual Energy of your classmates? Why is it that each person is being targeted one by one?”

Yan Sinian couldn’t help but scoff, were Yue Qingqing’s classmates taking turns running into trouble?

Was there so special aura at play?

Yue Qingqing actually gave it so thought and concluded it might really be the case.

Qu Ruorui, Wei Rong, and now it was Jun Feifei’s turn.

And out of them all, Jun Feifei was the most unfortunate, it was not her who was directly affected, but she was constantly scared out of her wits.

This reminded Yue Qingqing of the detective comics many of her classmates recently rented from the nearby bookstore.

In those, the male protagonist seed to ensure that wherever he went, a murder case would happen.

So, was Jun Feifei one with such a peculiar constitution?

“I’ll contact that departnt, and just like before, you’re not allowed to act alone,” he said.

After hanging up the phone, Yue Qingqing stroked her chin, examining Jun Feifei and sending chills down her spine.

“What, what’s the matter?”

“Cheer up, be strong!” Yue Qingqing patted Jun Feifei’s shoulder and headed ho with her backpack.

Leaving Jun Feifei full of question marks.

Explain yourself, hey, what exactly is going on, and what’s with that pitiful look in your eyes?

Director Cui’s people were still as efficient as ever, and this ti they sent a youngster in his early twenties.

He was quite tall and slender.

He was exceedingly respectful towards Yan Sinian, probably having received a special ntion from Cui Wu before coming here.

“Hello, Senior Yan, my na is Ya Da, everyone at the office calls Bamboo Pole.”

Ya Da scratched his head, seeming quite nervous in front of Yan Sinian, while also glancing over at Yue Qingqing standing beside him.

“This must be your junior disciple sister, Si Xi ntioned her to .”

Yue Qingqing had to look up at Ya Da and couldn’t help but remark, “You’re so tall.”

Ya Da stood at an impressive one ter ninety, yet he was quite thin, which is why he’s nicknad Bamboo Pole.

A mont ago, when he entered the office, Yue Qingqing was worried he might hit his head on the doorfra.

Ya Da chuckled, “Don’t let my height fool you, I can go anywhere.”

Ya Da bent down to fiddle with his knees and suddenly compressed, as if he had magically shortened.

He placed his hands by his sides, took a slight breath, and incredibly turned as thin as a sheet of paper.

He then quietly slipped out through the crack of the door.

Yue Qingqing was astounded.

Stealth Technique usually causes a disturbance in Spiritual Energy, but Ya Da’s thod was more like physical stealth, reminiscent of the masters in martial arts novels who could contract their bones and move through the earth.

Ya Da slipped back in just as quietly, with a cheeky grin.

With a few clicks, he straightened his bones back out, returning to his one ter ninety stature.

“That’s amazing!” Yue Qingqing couldn’t help but applaud.

Ya Da blushed, “It’s nothing special, Chief Cui always says I’m like a street perforr from the olden days under Tianqiao Bridge.”

Ya Da was very clear about his place; he was just an unknown pawn in the Supernatural Managent Bureau.

In terms of Cultivation Base, he was far inferior to Si Xi, but he could access places ordinary people couldn’t.

Yan Sinian looked at Ya Da, “Have I seen you on TV before?”

Ya Da beca even more embarrassed, “I’m a perforr with the Provincial Acrobatics Troupe of Linguang Province, sotis appearing on shows and such.”

Yue Qingqing: “…”

So, Uncle Cui wasn’t wrong, even in modern tis, you’d be a street perforr.

After exchanging a few words, Ya Da quickly got to the point.

“Senior Yan, I’ve got a lead. When shall we make our move?” he asked.

Yan Sinian checked the calendar, “How about this Saturday?”

Ya Da respectfully inquired, “Why have you chosen this day, Senior? Is it because it’s more convenient for staying under the radar?”

Yan Sinian ruffled Yue Qingqing’s hair, “School’s out on Saturdays.”

Ya Da: “…”