The School Beauty’s Super Rogue-Chapter 812 - 809: I Found Him
Chapter 812: Chapter 809: I Found Him
"Of course, I can endure the insults from the Japanese devils. How could I lose my composure just because of a few words from the Night Emperor."
Sword Wuya smiled reluctantly and said, "I’ll try calling again."
Everyone looked at him with sympathy, realizing that this call could be made another day, especially since it’s midnight now.
Logically, as martial artists, we should have gone to bed long ago.
But the thought of contacting the Night Emperor made us unusually excited, causing us to lose sleep and gather together to reach out to the Night Emperor.
Taking a deep breath, Sword Wuya picked up his phone and dialed the number.
He wore a smile on his face, pondering how to persuade the Night Emperor.
However, the moment he heard the sound through the phone, he was taken aback.
The big shots around him were equally bewildered.
"Hello, the user you are calling is currently on another call..."
Thud!
The phone fell to the ground, and Sword Wuya collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling with a look of utter despair. "To guard against me, could it be that my number has been blocked?"
At this late hour, Qin Hao couldn’t possibly be on a call. The only possibility is that his number has been blocked.
Everyone felt very saddened, but compared to the constantly disappointed Sword Saint, they were still able to sympathize.
They looked at the dejected Sword Wuya with a hint of amusement: Sword Saint—a man of such repute, yet mistaken for a salesperson and even blocked?
This Night Emperor is truly a unique character!
Silence, a long period of silence.
Feeling awkward, nobody intended to speak.
After a long while, Elder Liu couldn’t resist, "Shall I give it a try?"
At sixty years old, instead of resting in bed, he was torturing himself alongside these young ones, feeling physically worn out.
"Forget it."
Sword Wuya said with a bitter smile, "It’s not good to disturb people so late at night. Let’s wait until tomorrow or some other time."
Though he said it, what he meant internally was: "Just in case you get through and start chatting, where would I face?"
Elder Liu realized the logic in his words and exchanged glances with everyone around, all responding with a silent, knowing smile.
"Let’s leave it at that."
Finally, Yang Dingtian could only agree with Sword Wuya’s words.
Late at night, approaching home, An Hongyou kicked off her high heels, letting them fall to the ground with bare feet, then sat by the sofa.
After sitting, she glanced back at those expensive crystal heels, now broken underfoot.
"Was I too forceful? Why am I like this?"
An Hongyou felt a pang of regret. Those heels were her graduation project from school, having followed her for four years.
Today, she had brutally broken them.
"Why am I like this?"
An Hongyou deeply massaged her temples, her face marked by grievance and bitterness, enough to evoke sympathy from any man.
The cold coffee from the day was on the table; she took a sip and recalled the reason.
It was Qin Hao.
Ever since that man left, it’s as if a piece of her heart has been missing.
She knew she was eagerly yearning for that unfamiliar man, not for love but for regret.
Since Qin Hao departed, that ’Huaxia Blue’ fashion began being tried on by various male models.
From Huaxia’s local models to those nationwide, and ultimately, to fulfill her wishes, An Hongyou even invited world-class male models.
The cost was undoubtedly high, yet despite top models wearing the clothes stylishly, something was always lacking.
Consequently, the search continued as Huaxia Blue still hadn’t found a fitting male model.
Due to President An’s frantic efforts, internal staff had dared to repeatedly suggest that the clothes looked fantastic without needing undue demands, as long as people liked them.
However, An Hongyou was unwilling — not out of stubbornness. As a Virgo, she possessed a compulsive obsession.
Moreover, rising to her current level was not done through settling.
On the contrary, it was through striving for excellence, constantly exploring and refining that her fashion company grew so large.
Now, at the dawning hour, perhaps due to the coffee kicking in, An Hongyou remained restless.
Meanwhile, she frequently recalled Qin Hao’s voice.
She mumbled: "The more I think about it, the more fitting it seems. Truly, apart from him, no man is suited for my Huaxia Blue. What a pity..."
She left the thought unfinished, her heart filled with infinite sorrow.
Turning on the TV, An Hongyou returned to the sofa, holding a freshly poured glass of red wine.
Since sleep was elusive, she decided to simply stay up through the night.
With this thought occupying her mind, she continuously switched the remote, images on the television evolving incessantly.
When she channel-hopped to Huaxia Sports Channel, An Hongyou originally intended to keep pressing the remote.
However, her slender finger hesitated, paused there.
The Sports Channel was airing the playback of the evening’s track and field competition.
Though An Hongyou didn’t favor sports, she was fixated on the screen, as if engrossed in her favorite activity.
"Run! Run! Our Huaxia people are running! Qin Hao! Qin Hao! He has taken first place and broken the world record!"
The commentator’s ecstatic roar made An Hongyou completely thrilled, partly from witnessing Huaxia win and partly...
Because the Qin Hao on the television wasn’t someone else; it was the male model she thought of day and night!
Clatter!
Clash!
The remote and wine glass fell to the floor.
Spilled wine and glass fragments covered the floor, yet An Hongyou stood suddenly, her eyes lighting up in excitement: "Found him! I finally found Qin Hao!"
Instinctively reaching for her phone, she was about to dial but then hesitated: "No, I still don’t know Qin Hao’s number?"
"But that’s not a problem; he’s part of the athletics team. All I need to do is find their coach or manager."
After a long interval, An Hongyou smiled, her joy akin to a little girl receiving her cherished candy.
This late at night, she obviously couldn’t call Qin Hao’s superiors.
But she could choose to disturb her best friend first.
"Hey..."
Her friend’s voice sounded sleepy and slightly irritated over the phone.
"Fangfang, it’s me!"
An Hongyou’s voice was filled with excitement.
"I certainly know it’s you. Our President Xiao An, calling at this ungodly hour, ready to be squeezed and pinched?"
An Hongyou’s face reddened: "Fangfang, I’m not joking, I’ve found him!"
"Him? Who?"
"That person I mentioned last time!"
"Oh? That dad Qin Hao?"
"Yes, it’s him!"
An Hongyou clutched the receiver tightly.
"What’s going on?"
On the other end, Fangfang, initially groggy, opened her eyes, showing some happiness.
An Hongyou narrated the events, and Fangfang was amazed: "Unexpectedly, that handsome dad turned out to be an athlete too. But here’s the issue: Earlier, you could sign him for half the price. Now he’s become a star, his price at least ten times higher! Even my social circle was flooded tonight with the sprinter star... Couldn’t tell it turned out to be that dad?"
"Even my non-sports-loving, materialistic friends are praising Qin Hao... his popularity is bound to skyrocket!"
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Chapter 812 - 809: I Found Him
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