Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques

Chapter 439 - 432: Switching Seats

Tan Ying stood rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the figure, completely forgetting to walk on.

The rest of the group had walked some distance before they realized Tan Ying hadn’t moved, so they all stopped.

"What’s wrong, cousin?"

Anya walked over, patted Tan Ying’s shoulder, and asked with a curious look.

"Ah!"

Anya’s touch startled Tan Ying, who jolted back to her senses. A fluster that belied her usual calm demeanor flashed in her eyes, and she quickly averted her gaze.

"What’s going on with you?"

Anya watched Tan Ying curiously, then followed her gaze. ’There’s nothing strange here?’

"It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking about something and spaced out. Let’s go."

Tan Ying waved a hand dismissively, her expression regaining its usual calm.

"Oh, alright then."

Anya shrugged, not thinking too much of it. She pulled Tan Ying along to catch up with the others, and they continued toward the departure lounge.

As they walked, Tan Ying glanced out of the corner of her eye in the figure’s direction, a myriad of thoughts racing through her mind.

’Why is he here? Is he on another secret mission? Judging by where he’s sitting, it looks like he’s on our flight. I wonder which seat he’ll be in...’

Her heart a tangle of emotions, Tan Ying joined the photography group in the departure lounge to wait. For some reason, as she waited to board, a strange sense of anticipation began to bubble up inside her, disturbing her usual calm.

"Attention all passengers. The flight from Shangjing to Kro is now boarding. Please proceed to gate A302..."

Just then, the boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. The time had finally come.

Tan Ying saw the figure shoulder his small bag. Looking like any other young man traveling abroad, he slowly merged with the crowd heading for the gate and quickly passed through.

"Tan Ying, let’s go!"

Anya patted Tan Ying’s shoulder, and then she and the rest of the photography group headed for the gate.

Tan Ying presented her boarding pass, went through the gate, and stepped into the cabin to the polite greetings of a flight attendant.

Passengers were finding their seats. Tan Ying’s was in the front section of the cabin, and she found it quickly. While stowing her backpack in the overhead compartment, she scanned the rest of the cabin.

There, about seven or eight rows away, the familiar figure was sitting by the window, quietly gazing outside.

’He’s so far away...’

Anya came over and stowed her own bag nearby.

"Sigh... seeing you all coupled up while I have to be all alone... it breaks my heart..."

Just then, Zhao Lin walked past the two of them, shooting Anya a pitiful look.

"Heh, who’s to blame for you being our social butterfly?" Anya said to Zhao Lin with a wide grin. "You’ll just have to take one for the team. Now hurry to your seat, maybe you’ll have a beautiful encounter~"

"Tch, I already saw. My seatmate is some big dude. No encounter for me. I’m heading over now, we’ll talk when we land."

Zhao Lin shrugged, then gave Tan Ying a smile. Tan Ying returned it politely.

With that, Zhao Lin headed toward the back of the cabin.

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Tan Ying turned to look after Zhao Lin.

She watched as Zhao Lin, carrying his luggage, walked right up to the empty seat beside the familiar figure. He stowed his bag and slowly sat down...

At this sight, Tan Ying’s pupils widened and her lips parted slightly. She whipped her head back around and sank into her seat.

She wrung her hands together, gently biting her lip. Her brow furrowed, and her breathing became uneven, as if she were wrestling with some difficult decision.

"What’s wrong, Tan Ying? You’re acting so strange today. Is something on your mind?"

Anya immediately sensed that something was off and asked with concern.

"Well..."

At that moment, Tan Ying seemed to make up her mind. Mustering her courage, she said to Anya, "Anya, I want to change seats..."

"Change seats?"

Anya was taken aback. "To where?" she blurted out.

This time, however, Tan Ying didn’t answer. She stood up, retrieved her bag from the overhead compartment, and started walking toward the back of the cabin.

’That girl... she’s being so cryptic. What on earth is she up to?’

Anya immediately turned her head, her eyes following Tan Ying’s retreating figure, trying to see what she was planning.

"Holy shit!"

A curse escaped her lips as she saw that Tan Ying was heading straight for Zhao Lin’s seat.

’This girl... She’s ditching me just to sit with that scumbag Zhao Lin?’

’No, that can’t be right. I’ve been watching him like a hawk. When did that guy even make a move? Has he really reached the level where he can pick up girls with just a look?!’

Anya gasped, her mind a whirl of complicated emotions. ’His game is terrifyingly good,’ she thought.

At the same time, Zhao Lin also saw Tan Ying’s approach. ’She’s carrying her bag... she’s clearly looking to switch seats!’

’She wants to sit with me? No, that can’t be right. When did I even manage to charm her?’

’Maybe this is just my irresistible charm at work?’

A delighted thought popped into his head.

Sure enough, he saw Tan Ying stop beside him. She looked at him with a hesitant and shy expression, a complete departure from her usual placid calm. She was like a different person.

’I’m this amazing, and I didn’t even know it?’

Zhao Lin suppressed his glee, controlled his expression, and offered Tan Ying a small smile. "Is something the matter, Junior?"

"Um, Senior Zhao, could I switch seats with you?"

Tan Ying asked bashfully, sneaking a glance at the person next to Zhao Lin. The figure was still looking out the window, seemingly oblivious to the commotion. A pang of disappointment went through her.

’He really doesn’t remember me, does he?’

Meanwhile, Zhao Lin’s delight intensified.

’Switch seats. She really did come over to switch seats.’

"Switch seats? No problem."

He nodded and said, then turned to Zhou Yuanjue beside him. "Hey, man, could you do us a favor and switch seats with her? We’re classmates, so we’d really appreciate it if you could..."

However, before he could finish, a flustered Tan Ying cut him off. "No, that’s not it! Senior Zhao, I want to switch places with *you*..."

’Switch places with me?’

’She wants to switch places *with* me? Not sit *next* to me?’

Zhao Lin froze, completely dumbstruck, as if he’d been struck by lightning.