Right or wrong?

Ji Jue only felt his head buzzing, his vision black: Right, wrong, wrong, right, is it right or not...

For a moment, his movements became quite stiff. Carefully placing Little An on the ground, after circling around several times and observing closely, he tentatively asked:

"Are you Little An?"

"Huh?"

Little An looked confused, and soon, as if understanding something, a layer of mist formed in his eyes: "Brother Ji Jue, are you doubting me?"

"Ahem, after all..." Ji Jue replied awkwardly, "There was an incident before, right?"

"Don't worry, Brother Ji Jue!"

Little An promised firmly, his fingertips filled with Sword Qi, unapologetically: "I will protect you! With me here, no one can hurt you, even if it's sister!"

At this moment, seeing that pure Sword Qi, Ji Jue let out a sigh of relief, but still felt a bit scared.

The previous psychological shadow was too large, always giving a PTSD-like feeling, causing him to be anxious, his hand touching the Hai Xiang Mirror stored in the inner pocket:

"Don't worry, I have another way."

"Why don't we just go to the bathroom directly!"

Little An suggested solemnly.

"Ah this..."

Ji Jue was shocked, his movements halted for a moment.

But then, his vision blurred, and he was dragged directly into the camper by Little An, locked with a click, curtains drawn tightly, in a dim room, Ji Jue was stunned.

The entire process didn't even take three seconds.

Before he could react, he was pushed into the bathroom.

After a moment of astonishment, he suddenly realized that indeed, this was the safest method, after all, they were all boys, looking at each other wouldn't hurt...

Wait!

His hand instinctively touched his waist, then suddenly paused.

Something seemed off?

Ji Jue stiffly turned his head, seeing Little An still curious, and sensing his hesitation, immediately urged: "What's wrong, Brother Ji Jue, hurry up and undress."

???

Why did it become me undressing!

I'm not the one disguised! Besides, why aren't you moving!

"It's okay Brother Ji Jue, I can help..."

Seeing he didn't move, 'Little An' became even more anxious, actually reaching out to help.

Unfortunately, the hand still in mid-air froze in place.

A revolver was already pressed against his, or rather 'her' forehead!

"I knew it!!!"

Ji Jue was furious—had he not been tempted by various bad women using jewelry, gold, silver, and GPUs from childhood until now, he might have unknowingly fallen for it!

The fox tail is showing, right?

He scolded: "An Ning, what are you up to!"

"Brother Ji Jue, what are you saying, I'm Little An."

On that beautiful face, blinking eyes filled with mist, expressing unspeakable grievance: "You're still suspecting..."

After confirming it wasn't Little An, Ji Jue's face instantly fell, no longer showing mercy, bluntly questioning: "If it was Little An, why didn't you set off with me?"

"Because you were always in the workshop." Little An defended: "I was worried about the competition too..."

"If it was Little An, he would have waited outside until I came out."

Ji Jue interrupted her again, bluntly telling her: "Although Little An isn't good at thinking and lacks common sense, he values promises above all else.

If he agreed to protect me, he would spare no expense, including missions.

If I don't leave, he won't set off!"

He paused for a moment, then took the Hai Xiang Mirror from the inner pocket with his other hand, shaking it in front of her: "Or are you really planning to admit only after I use this on you?"

"..."

In the shattered light refracted from the mirror, that pitiful expression gradually collapsed, clearly sensing what Ji Jue held.

She sighed.

After her height slowly increased by ten centimeters, under the lengthened short hair, her appearance reverted to the once momentary stunning look, smiling all the while.

Such gaze made Ji Jue subconsciously hold his breath.

An Ning!

Just now, after being exposed by Ji Jue, instead of feeling guilty, she countered, hands on her hips accusing: "You come and go at will, what exactly do you take my brother for?"

"A good friend to entrust my life with." Ji Jue resolutely answered.

An Ning's eyes instantly lit up, bypassed the gun muzzle by magic, approached closely, filled with curiosity: "What about me, what about me?!"

"A bad thing bullying my friend!"

With a blank expression, Ji Jue reached out, pushing away the increasingly close face, "—and also trying to take advantage of our trust!"

"So annoying, obviously I like you so much."

An Ning's eyes immediately reddened, on the verge of tears, little pearls about to fall, utterly wronged and pitiable.

If she hadn't been pretending to wipe her tears while secretly peeking at Ji Jue... he might, well, definitely not believe it!

You like me, do I have to like you?

Moreover, accepting the gift doesn't mean I agree, you don't even have a gift, yet you want to take advantage.

Downstairs!

After seeing through her prank, Ji Jue let out a long breath, finally no longer needing to keep guessing.

But then, his gaze turned dangerous, questioning:

"Where is Little An?"

Could it be that she tied him up and hid him again?

"What are you thinking? Little An is obviously at the Security Bureau!"

An Ning glared angrily, "I've gone out of my way to give that vixen some face and took a long trip just for you. Am I the kind of mean sister who just loves to bully her little brother?!

Oh right, I am!"

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

A breeze swept across her face.

Ji Jue barely had time to react; the fleeting moment came and went in an instant.

He only heard a faint click, an inexplicable flash appeared before his eyes, and the phone screen fixed itself on an intimate picture of the two of them.

In a flash, finding the angle, adjusting the settings, selecting filters, posing, and tweaking Ji Jue's posture all completed in an instant, and the picture was taken.

Snapshot!

An Ning happily checked the image on the screen, nodded with satisfaction, then opened a messaging app and selected Aran.

Original photo, sent!

You can't even imagine how amusing the dumb-faced brother would look when he sees Ji Jue brother and his beloved sister glued together in a selfie!

[Beep——]

Notification sound, sending failed.

An Ning was momentarily stunned, tried again, and it failed again.

Tried again...

The photo disappeared?!

An Ning was momentarily stunned and then suddenly turned around, only to see Ji Jue's indifferent expression, immediately puffing her cheeks in anger.

So bad!

Ready to glare!

"..."

Feeling such a gaze, Ji Jue found his mind going blank, not knowing what to say.

Unlike the reassurance when Little An arrived earlier, the pressure surged immediately.

Exhausted.

Given An Ning's personality, during the journey ahead, spending day and night together, in the same car, who knows how many times he will be teased, he might have to sleep with one eye open.

Of course, Ji Jue also has trust in An Ning. Whether it was the previous cooperation during the Dragon Head dispute or for Little An's sake and the relationship, he wasn't worried at all.

Moreover, to be a bit pragmatic, compared to Little An, who ran away from home, An Ning is a direct descendant of the White Deer Hunter An Family, formally holding a Desert Market position, capable of representing the An Family as the Chosen One!

If there were any danger, she would definitely save Ji Jue from it.

As for how the danger comes about, that's none of your business.

It's like putting a cat and mouse in the same cage.

If any other Predator attempts to attack the poor mouse, the cat certainly won't allow its prey and toy to be taken away, but the price is that if there's no other beast...

Ji Jue felt increasingly weighed down in his heart.

"Let's go."

He opened the door and wearily waved his hand, "Register for the race."

An Ning burst into laughter, leaving her guise behind, without even knowing where she placed her prosthetic, bouncing along behind Ji Jue as if on an outing.

Off we go for a walk~

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At the front of the camp, inside the largest temporary structure, a row of long desks for handling affairs stood in the empty hall, the staff near the fireplace chatting aimlessly, browsing their phones.

Thick cotton curtains shielded the vicious wind and snow outside, the air faintly carrying the smell of burning coal, somewhat sour and pungent.

Ji Jue completed the registration form in his hand, confirmed it was correct, signed it, and handed it to the girl glancing around beside him.

Coast Team, category 2000CC+, driver Ji Jue, navigator—

An Ning wrote her name down without hesitation.

Unconcealed.

The staff glanced at it, stamped it, archived it, and handed over two documents: "Vehicle inspection is at the back, exit and turn left."

But after stepping into the wind and snow and pulling aside the door curtain again, Ji Jue turned to look at her, "Is this convenient?"

Directly signing your own name?

"There's nothing to hide; the Desert Market never said no freelancing, and besides, surely we can't expect such a big family to do nothing, sitting next to the main building every day waiting to clock in, right?"

An Ning didn't care, lightly leaping through the snow, leaving no footprints: "Anyway, as long as you're not taking up gloves, the Chiefs don't care what you do.

It's just a race entry, not like I'm going to kill Xu Chaoxian... well, speaking of which, I could kill Xu Chaoxian too, Little An said you find him annoying, want to hire me? I can give you a discount!"

"Xu Chaoxian is lying in the ICU with tubes plugged in, if I wanted to kill him, would I need to hire someone else?"

"That makes sense!"

An Ning suddenly appeared in front of Ji Jue, walking backward, her eyes sparkling: "When are you going to do it? I can help keep watch!"

"Stop fooling around."

Ji Jue reached out and pushed her aside, opening the door to the inspection bay.

Beside the dormant Little Bull Horse, inspections for two groups of people had finished.

With the Dragon Blood actively retracted to the engine, removing Pan Ying, sealing itself, the Little Bull Horse was merely a showy, severely modified large off-road vehicle.

"Compliant."

The race group's engineer methodically completed the parameters for the vehicle's wheelbase and engine displacement, then stamped it.

Meanwhile, the craftsman across stared vacantly, glanced at Ji Jue, then closed the hood, tapping the car's frame, sincerely commented: "Alright, already very restrained."

Though on the surface it just seemed over-the-top, with excessive modifications, if one closely examined the structural design and flow of spiritual qualities, none of it appeared normal, and it seemed to even house a closed system, like a black box, but...

Who isn't a bit like this?

Are you expecting everyone to be naive and pure like white flowers?

This isn't some child-friendly animated four-wheeler race where friendship is first and competition second, all relying on bonds for victory or defeat.

What's there to play at a child's level?

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