The Schoolgirl Secret Agent Chapter 1370 - The Knives She's Collected Over the Years

Chapter 1370: The Knives She’s Collected Over the Years

Yang and Mu Rou were obviously shocked.

Members of Mu Family usually served in the military but Yang and Mu Rou were different. Yang herself came from a wealthy background and did not want her daughter to follow the family’s footsteps of being rough and rugged in the military, so she had her daughter take the regular person’s path of going to high school then university.

This should be something ordinary but it was not normal in Mu Family. Other than completely talentless descendants, everyone in Mu Family worked hard to become an excellent soldier.

Yang was actually genuinely envious of skilled Mu Family members. Sometimes when she went out, she boasted cueing who and who in Mu Family being skilled. It was just that it never occurred to her that the friend who Mu Ying, her niece she hated so much, had brought home was so skilled.

Yang was befuddled. Reacting similarly to her was Mu Rou.

Mu Rou had thought that Yun Jian was worse in the physical stunts than her when she was already bad at it, because Yun Jian looked weak and frail. Mu Rou automatically categorized her as a regular girl.

It surprised Mu Rou that Yun Jian had caught the folding fan flying toward her without even glancing at it! If the fan had hit Yun Jian’s face, it was not a big deal but pain was unavoidable.

While Yang and Mu Rou were caught in shock, they saw Yun Jian throwing the fan back toward the girl who had a slip of hand earlier. Her motion seemed light but the girl on the other side fumbled a bit when she tried to catch the fan.

“Let’s go over there.” Mu Ying pointed at a small wooden hut beside the training ground.

“Mn,” Yun Jian hummed gently in response.

When the both of them made their way to the wooden hut, Yang and Mu Rou were still stunned. By the time they broke out of their daze, Mu Rou stomped her foot and shouted at Yun Jian’s back, “You think you’re good? Stay around if you dare and spar with my eldest cousin!”

The demand brimmed with provocation and indignation. Yun Jian merely scoffed and did nothing else, causing Mu Rou who stood rooted to keep stomping her foot.

Leng Hanzhe spread his long legs to go after Mu Ying.

“Hey, you… I haven’t asked what your name is. You actually caught my fan just now and—and! I almost couldn’t catch the fan when you threw it back at me! Can you tell me how you become so skilled? Can you teach me?”

The girl who accidentally threw the fan to Yun Jian ran over immediately and stopped Yun Jian just when Yun Jian and Mu Ying were about to step inside the wooden hut, looking at Yun Jian with a pair of curious eyes.

“It’s simple” was all Yun Jian said before she went into the wooden hut with Mu Ying.

“Hey, hey ,hey, I’m Yingying’s youngest cousin, Mu Shuang. Jiejie, can you tell me what to do to be able to use the fan as good as you did?”

The girl who called herself Mu Shuang went after Yun Jian and asked determinedly when she saw Yun Jian stepping into the wooden hut.

Mu Shuang was the youngest daughter of Mu Ying’s younger uncle. She was 15 years old this year and was already in her last year of junior high school. A quirky and mischievous girl, she vowed to become an outstanding soldier.

She hurried over to ask Yun Jian when she saw her using the fan so deftly just now.

Yun Jian smiled without saying anything, so Mu Shuang followed her and Mu Ying into the wooden hut.

Mu Ying took Yun Jian to a spot where weapons were placed and pointed at the various b.u.t.terfly knives displayed on an old tattered desk.

“These are the b.u.t.terfly knives I’ve collected over the years. I know you like them and I thought I wouldn’t see you again in this life. Now, I gift them to you.” When Mu Ying turned to look at Yun Jian, there was a sincere s.h.i.+ne in her eyes.

Mu Shuang was a little nonchalant about their interaction but Leng Hanzhe furrowed his brows. His Yingying must be keeping things from him and he was growing more confused about Yun Jian and Mu Ying.