Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

5: Chapter 5: The Mage is a profession that depends on talent.Song Lan wrinkled her small face, her left hand tucking her jet-black hair behind her ear, as she pressed her left ear tightly against the door without leaving a single gap.

After listening for a while and confirming no one was inside, she took a few steps back, her brow furrowed: ”Where could he have gone at this time?”

”Could it be... Don’t overthink it, Song Lan. Zhang Mu isn’t that fragile of a person.”

”But he’s out. How am I supposed to give him the money...”

She clutched a bank card in her hand and looked around, her eyes lighting up slightly.

On the wall to the right of the door hung a locked iron box; Zhang Mu used this to prevent missing deliveries when he was out.

There was a small slot on the front of the box. While bulky items certainly wouldn’t fit, sliding a bank card in was more than easy.

Song Lan pulled a marker out of her breast pocket, wrote the password on the back of the card, and took another look around.

Seeing no cameras installed, she felt relieved and slipped the card into the small slot before turning to head downstairs.

She reached the bottom floor.

A red supercar was parked in front of the building entrance. Song Lan opened the passenger door and got in: ”Biqing-jie, let’s go.”

Sitting in the driver’s seat was an elegant woman with an extraordinary aura.

She had exquisite features, wavy hair, and a form-fitting white maxi dress that outlined her seductive curves.

Once Song Lan buckled her seatbelt, she started the supercar, and with a low roar, it slowly drove out of the neighborhood.

”I really want to see what kind of man could charm our little Lan like this—your own little business is on the verge of bankruptcy, yet you’re rushing over to give him money.”

Su Biqing looked straight ahead, her hands steady on the steering wheel, her tone indifferent.

”My relationship with him isn’t what you think.” Song Lan leaned against the back of the seat, a faint smile on her lips. ”Zhang Mu is a very good person, it’s just...”

As she spoke, her already faint smile gradually faded.

Song Lan irritably ruffled her short hair that just barely covered her ears: ”Why did he have to get a terminal illness?”

”Based on what you’ve said, the two of you shouldn’t be that close, right?” Su Biqing tapped the steering wheel with her index finger. ”You just interned at the same company, and then he helped you out with some small favors. Is there anything I missed?”

”That’s about it.”

”With such a minor acquaintance, is it really worth you running back and forth?”

”Nine times out of ten, he’s a Sea King, and he’s just keeping you as a fish in his pond.”

Rolling her eyes, Song Lan retorted dissatisfiedly, ”I’m not that stupid.”

”Biqing-jie, he’s a very amazing person.”

”Elaborate.”

”Um...” Song Lan lightly rubbed a few messy strands of hair on her forehead. ”He is a mirror.”

”A mirror?”

This strange description made Su Biqing instinctively look over, but she quickly realized she was driving and snapped her gaze back to the road.

Seemingly immersed in her memories, Song Lan didn’t notice this detail and continued to herself, ”Exactly, a mirror.”

”If you are gentle, he reflects gentleness back to you.”

”If you are cunning, he returns cunning to you.”

”By interacting and communicating with him, you can see your true self clearly.”

To this somewhat mystical explanation, Su Biqing scoffed, ”My dear girl, you’ve really been completely brainwashed.”

”No background, no connections, and living in such a run-down neighborhood—yet he’s playing that ’treat others as they treat me’ game?”

”I don’t think you’re ever going to see that money you’ve lent out again.”

Originally, Su Biqing thought she had just met a poor boy and didn’t think it was a big deal.

A young girl who just entered society—it’s normal to have some beautiful fantasies.

If the other party was all talk and no ability, life would eventually wake her up, but hearing this now, he sounded like a total scumbag.

Song Lan didn’t argue; she pursed her lips and turned her head to look out the car window.

The streetlights receded rapidly.

”I’m not stupid.”

...

”Why isn’t he back yet?”

Zhang Mu sat on the steps in front of Potter’s door, holding two buckets of instant noodles in his arms.

He had waited for an hour under the scorching sun, but there was still no sign of Potter.

Just as he was about to give up, a sound finally came from the right.

”Eh? Why are you here?”