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"Um... are you sure you said 'Qing Ya'?"
Blue Owl stared at Che Zhengchen through his glasses, double-checking that he hadn't misheard.
"No mistake," Che Zhengchen smiled, "I am asking if you'd like to meet Qing Ya alone. Maybe if you really get close to him, you'll gain a new understanding of him."
On hearing this, Blue Owl dropped his head and twisted in his swivel chair, spinning around once before the bird's beak on his mask returned to its original position.
He pondered to himself.
Can this be real? It's been just a few days since we met, and Che Zhengchen is already eager to set me up with Qing Ya. Could it be that he's colluded with my old man to set me up?
That fits right into my plan, though. Even though I don't really want the other Association members to know my identity, I am willing to let Commander Che and my dad know.
