Electric | XIAOJUN

Chapter 8

Xiaojun had a feeling that Chunhua had some odd connection when she first entered Intelligence but now it was confirmed.

People normally went through years of training and research to become a worker, spending half their lives at the main centre before getting transferred to working with the cyborgs. Chunhua didn't experience that though.

Now as Xiaojun stood there with Chunhua in the pod elevator though, he knew that there was something about her that made her different from the rest of them. The fact that she knew Kun, the Head of Intelligence, and that he allowed him to follow her to the suite simply because she insisted, was enough.

I need to find out her background, Xiaojun thought as the pod finally came to a stop. I need to know where she comes from.

Xiaojun tried not to let his mouth drop as they stepped out into the suite, feeling out of place in his loose black pants and shirt, a hood over his head. He let his hood fall as he walked with Chunhua, no longer worried about someone recognizing him.

"Isn't this nice?" Chunhua sighed, sinking down into the white leather couch, stretching her hands above her head. Xiaojun couldn't let himself do the same though, remaining standing as he stare out the glass that showed the arena.

"Xiaojun?" Chunhua said, making him snap his head towards her. He noticed her gulp nervously, but kept her eyes on him. "Is everything alright?"

"Who are you?" Xiaojun asked, forgetting the formalities. "Are you used to getting everything handed to you?"