At the moment when Bai drew his dagger, Wang Xiaole was still cutting vegetables, his eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him, without even a glance behind.
In this scenario, Bai's dagger thrust forward, followed by a loud clang.
Clang!
It was clear that a human body wouldn't make such a sound when encountering a metallic object; it's not surprising because the human body isn't made of iron, or else people would be pulled by magnets while walking down the street.
Bai's attack was swift and precise, no hesitation or deviation in his strike, yet Wang Xiaole remained unharmed.
Because he blocked the dagger!
Yes, Wang Xiaole never turned back;
now, his right hand, which he used to cut vegetables, still gripped the knife tightly, confronting those ingredients.
But without looking back, could he defend against a dagger attack coming from behind?
The answer is no; Wang Xiaole wasn't relying on his vision but greatly on his hearing.
Naturally, Bai, being an assassin, was highly professional. Once in the zone, he didn't even make a sound when walking.
But that perfect state hinged on one crucial premise:
If Bai hadn't hesitated just for that brief moment before making his move!
Even the most professional assassin, once they hesitate, even for a split second, would subject their body and mind to varying degrees of influence.
In that moment of hesitation, Bai's footsteps made a sound on the ground, alerting Wang Xiaole.
As a seasoned ranger, he was keenly aware of his surroundings and could think quickly when needed.
Analyzing the situation inside the room, it was clear:
Charley, who had been fooling around with her all night, had gone out to buy snacks and wouldn't be back anytime soon.
So, it was just him in the room;
if the sound that had just come from behind him was made by a person, not a ghost, there was only one conclusion:
The one making the footsteps was Bai!
For Wang Xiaole, who had a fondness for Lolita, Bai's appearance was not only a surprise in life but also brought a certain joy to his recent existence.
He wasn't worried about Bai targeting him but rather hoped that Bai wouldn't give up so easily. A failed attempt was nothing to worry about; it'd be even better if he tried dozens of times more.
While Bai persisted, Wang Xiaole began to do something, something urgent and not too difficult to accomplish;
he needed to protect himself from Bai's swift strike;
thus, he had to first block Bai's initial greeting blow this morning.
Blocking the dagger wasn't difficult at all, as long as Bai was a skilled veteran assassin, he could manage it.
Assassins aim for the kill, primarily targeting the neck and heart;
excluding those newbies, who's ever heard of:
a ruthless and lethal ace assassin aiming for unimportant areas when striking with a dagger?
With this analysis, Wang Xiaole still needed to figure out the final and most crucial question:
Between the heart and the neck, which part was Bai aiming for?
He found the answer to this question in just half a second.
For various reasons, the main one being a key piece of information that suddenly dawned on him: Even if Bai jumped, he still wouldn't reach his own neck...
Bai inspired people with his own experiences: When you have nothing to do, drink more milk to improve work efficiency.
In the end, Wang Xiaole concluded that the vegetables that shouldn't have been in the breakfast ingredients had already been chopped by him.
At that moment, with the sharp knife only a centimeter away from his heart, Wang Xiaole quickly grabbed a frying spatula he could find nearby and held it behind his back, protecting himself.
Clang!
And thus, by Bai's ear, echoed the enduring sound of metal clashing.
A knife is a deadly weapon, while a spatula is a tool for creating delicacies; it was quite ironic that a knife of such prowess was blocked effortlessly by a mere spatula.
It was from the moment the knife was insulted by being thwarted by the spatula that Bai realized: the ambush plan had failed once again.
What to do? What to do?
Was he really going to fall three times in the same place? And then rely on the same person’s mercy and charity to launch his fourth action?
Not done yet, if sneaking in wouldn't work, then he would launch an attack head-on!
Wang Xiaole turned around to grab the fresh fish stored nearby;
It must be emphasized that whether vegetables or fish, they were all personal property of the innkeeper; as a guest, Wang Xiaole had the right to use these items and would pay the owner back later.
During the time he went to get the fish, Bai remained motionless.
Only when it came to these ingredients would Bai behave as obediently as a kitten.
Of course, Bai would like to emphasize a couple of times in his mind: "Not moving, I just don't want the food to fall and go to waste. Wasting food is not good, wasting fish is even worse!"
The latter half of this inner thought might be the unspoken words Bai couldn't express, however, the first half wasn't.
Haven't you seen:
While Wang Xiaole was cutting vegetables, Bai didn't care about the ingredients' feelings, and this continued in her subsequent actions.
As Wang Xiaole was preparing the fresh fish, he found it unbelievable; was it possible that Bai would give up so easily this time?
The following development proved that the tense drama was far from over.
Bai bounced up onto a wall and launched a new attack from the side of the target's body.
"I need to add some water to the pot..."
Without deliberately avoiding it, Wang Xiaole really bent down in the middle of cooking, remembering the necessity of adding water.
This bend didn't matter much, but it caused Bai, including the knife, to brush past his body.
Wang Xiaole held a bowl, scooped clear water from a bucket, stood up straight, and poured the water into the pot.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss.
The water in the pot boiled, making a different crisp sound from when beans popped.
At the same moment, Bai, crouching on the ground, stood up on all fours, indicating a change in her emotions.
Subsequently, all the attacks she launched against Wang Xiaole revealed a sense of impatience.
Bai was no longer content with just using a pair of daggers, as he leaped high in the air, he took a further step and aimed the straightened cat tail at the target and flicked it.
The result of flicking the tail was that in the next second, Wang Xiaole veered his right hand in the opposite direction a bit;
However, his hand movements did not stop, still doing what he was supposed to do.
From starting to cook to finishing the meal, Wang Xiaole countered Bai's attacks over thirty times in total, each time defensively, and none of them ended in failure.
When the breakfast was ready and the aroma filled the air, Bai truly stopped, no longer repeating meaningless actions, only did one thing.
The closet used to store clothes for guests had never fulfilled its innate purpose and had always been used to "store people".
It goes without saying that the first person to enter the closet was;
while the second person to enter was the angry Bai.
She rushed into the closet without saying a word, immediately shut the closet door from the inside, and then locked it from the inside.
This behavior is easy to understand,
like when you accidentally hurt your cat while grooming its fur, causing the cat to sulk into its nest in anger;
at times like this, you must not rush, nor should you get angry, but you have to coax and comfort, until the other party's mood improves.
Wang Xiaole strictly followed this trick and, as he savored the taste Charley experienced last night, he spoke kindly:
"Is it alright to come out? I didn't mean to play a trick on you, my body just moved on its own..."
While he was weaving these pleasant words, Charley returned to the hotel.
The snacks she bought on the way were already finished by Charley, which couldn't be considered breakfast but at most a pre-meal dessert.
As soon as Charley set foot in the hall, she remembered something and approached the boss.
The boss of this hotel was indeed a particularly good businessman;
Yesterday at noon, when he found that Wang Xiaole's room door inexplicably turned into a pile of rubble on the floor, he not only didn't fly into a rage but also promptly replaced it with a new door.
With such a kind and considerate attitude, even Charley couldn't deliberately cause trouble or make the other party suffer.
Charley compensated for the cost of the broken door from yesterday and, in a voice unnoticed by others, quietly asked:
"Old man, do you sell ** here?"
Charley's expression as she said this resembled that of a notorious pirate on the high seas, making one wonder if she had ever roamed the streets before.
The wise boss didn't say much in response, just raised his right hand and held up a forefinger.
Charley understood the meaning behind this gesture and returned disappointedly to the second floor.
Initially, Charley felt that this morning was of little interest.
But she was wrong; as long as Bai did not give up on the task at hand, she would never be bored.
Returning to the room silently, Charley realized one thing:
The person she liked was saying sweet words to another girl, a tone that seemed a bit like coaxing and deceiving;
"He has never coaxed me like this before!"
The only thought in Charley's mind was this one sentence, and for quite a long time, it was the only one.
During this period, she also comforted herself:
"The reason why Xiaole is so proactive has little to do with liking."
Although Charley understood this, her brow still twitched slightly.
In a short while, she placed her soft delicate fingers on her eyebrows, with a gentle touch like a spring breeze caressing a thin willow, smoothing them down.
Endure, she must endure!
Cannot get angry, absolutely cannot get angry!
