The Schoolgirl Secret Agent Chapter 893 - Call Me Back, I Won't Be Waiting

Chapter 893: Call Me Back, I Won’t Be Waiting

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ge Xuan thought that he should not make others as lonely as he was since he was already all alone. Furthermore, Qin Yirou had rushed here so early in the morning just to make breakfast for him. It was impossible for Ge Xuan to say that he was not moved. After all, his birth mother had never prepared a meal for him before. Ge Xuan felt like he had found some motherly love he missed from Qin Yirou.

“So you don’t have to try and look for Master Corinton,” said Ge Xuan.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and went to his sports car, igniting the engine and leaving with a firm step on the accelerator.

Ge Xuan was not looking down on Yun Jian. It was simply because Corinton was a famous international name. He was also known for his quirk in the engineering world; one could not commission him with just money—he would only do it if he thought he liked them and he had not liked anyone out of 1000 people.

Therefore, Ge Xuan was not belittling what Yun Jian said.. He was just instinctively skeptical.

Yun Jian stood rooted until Ge Xuan drove away. She smiled and fished out her phone from her pants pocket a while later, dialing a phone number that she had memorized but had never taken the initiative to call.

Toot, toot, toot… No one answered the call after three rings. The same tone lasted for nearly half a minute and was going to be cut when the call was answered abruptly.

“h.e.l.lo?” A laidback voice of an old man who spoke in English that dripped with a thick American accent sounded from the speaker of Yun Jian’s phone.

She squinted, knowing that the number belonged to Corinton’s personal landline that regular people would not have.

“Old man, I need a favor,” Yun Jian spoke into the phone a.s.sertively in English.

“Little brat, who are you to call me old man!” Corinton snapped angrily, irked from Yun Jian’s term of address.

Even through the call, Yun Jian could picture the old man holding a corded telephone petulantly as he barked at the handset with an angry frown.

“I’m… SG.” Yun Jian paused mid-sentence before uttering the letters softly.

Right after she let the letters roll off her tongue, she heard a distinct thud through the phone. It sounded like a chair had fallen over.

On the other side of the line, Corinton had wanted to stand up when he heard the letters “SG” but one powerful swing of leg made him hook his foot on his chair instead. With his foot caught by the chair and accidentally kicking it over, Corinton fell down following it.

Nonetheless, the pain felt far less gripping than the word “SG”.

Crawling up from the floor, Corinton scrambled to his phone that he had accidentally flung away with the fastest speed he could manage in his life. He picked it up shakily and spoke into the handset with the kindest voice he could muster, “You… Why are you calling—N-no, have you decided to take me as a disciple?”

Yun Jian had never called Corinton on her own initiative while the latter believed that she was SG based on her sole words because anyone who knew his number was people he knew—other than this anonymous call. Corinton saved the numbers of people he knew, after all.

“Country Z, Zhe Province, Longmen City. Call me back when you’re here. I won’t be waiting if you’re late,” Yun Jian smiled and said.

SG was what people in the field called her—it was short for Slaying G.o.d.