Leng Jing finished his afternoon classes and went home, while Gong Xiaoqiao ran to the Fashion Design Department and, after a mix of cajoling and persistence, borrowed a gown from a senior. She then called her senior brother.
"Eleven... Do you need something?" The man on the other end of the line spoke in a stiff, nervous tone and seemed to have excitedly knocked something over, creating a series of crashing sounds.
Gong Xiaoqiao was ranked eleventh as a novice at the Shaolin Monastery. Because she was a girl, she wasn't given a dharma name, so everyone called her Eleven.
"Senior brother, you've received the invitation to the Gu Family's heiress's engagement ceremony tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, yes! What about it?"
"Then, do you have a date?"
"No."
"Great! Senior brother, take me with you!"
Even though her senior brother had left the monastic life many years ago, he still adhered to his vow of celibacy. She knew he would not bring a date, so she saw an opportunity to step in.
