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Mountain Mishaps and City Chaos

The crisp mountain air carried the scent of pine and adventure—well, mostly pine, but Lu Suying liked to think adventure had a smell too. She strode down the winding path, not exactly running, but with the unmistakable energy of someone who had just decided to uproot their life on a whim.

Behind her, a kindly woman with a twinkle in her eye stood waiting, holding a stack of papers that rustled in the breeze. "My dear, I've gathered some… opportunities," she said, offering them with a knowing smile. "Families seeking… connections, shall we say?"

Lu Suying took the papers and flipped through them with an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my, what a delightful selection of potential… pen pals," she said, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm. "How lucky am I to have so many people eager to exchange heartfelt letters with me?" She tucked the papers into her bag and beamed. "But alas, Master, my heart belongs to adventure!"

Her master chuckled, patting her shoulder. "Go and explore, my dear. You've learned everything I could teach you, and then some. Just… try not to cause too much chaos."

"Me? Chaos?" Lu Suying gasped, clutching her chest. "Master, I am the very embodiment of grace and restraint."

Five minutes later, standing by the mountain road, waving her arms like a windmill, she realized that grace and restraint weren't very effective at getting a ride. Every car zoomed past, leaving her in a cloud of dust and mild indignation.

"Wow," she muttered, kicking a pebble. "Truly, the kindness of strangers knows no bounds."

Then her eyes landed on a large rock perched precariously on the hillside. A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face. "Fine. If they won't stop for me, I'll just… rearrange the scenery a little."

She braced herself and gave the rock a mighty shove. "Heave-ho, rock-a-bye—"

Just as the boulder started to shift, a car screeched to a halt right before the impending disaster.

Lu Suying quickly straightened up, dusting off her hands, and put on her most innocent face. "Oh dear me," she gasped. "That rock almost had a little disagreement with your car. How dreadful!"

The driver, a young man named Jian, eyed her and then the rock, his suspicion evident. "Yeah… thanks, I guess?"

Lu Suying clasped her hands together. "Now that I've heroically saved your car from a tragic fate, might I trouble you for a ride to the city? You wouldn't leave a poor, stranded maiden all alone on this treacherous road, would you?"

Jian sighed. "Just get in."

Lu Suying wasted no time hopping into the backseat. She ran her fingers along the dashboard, eyes wide with childlike curiosity. "Ooooh, fancy! Is this your chariot of dreams?"

"It's a car," Jian replied, starting the engine.

"Can I have some water?" she asked sweetly. "I'm parched. Like a desert flower withering under the cruel, unforgiving sun."

Jian silently handed her a bottle. She took a dramatic gulp, then caught sight of the car's touchscreen. "Oh-ho! What do we have here?"

Before Jian could stop her, she tapped the screen, and a loud burst of K-pop filled the car.

Jian winced and immediately turned the volume down. "Could you maybe use the headphones?"

"Oh, of course," she said, slipping them on. But her eyes remained locked on him like a scientist studying a particularly interesting specimen. Leaning forward, she whispered, "What's your name, oh noble driver?"

"Jian."

"Jian," she repeated, as if tasting the name. "Strong. Like a mountain. Or a particularly bold cup of tea."

Then, in one smooth motion, she reached into her bag, grabbed the stack of connections her master had given her, and tossed them out the window.

Jian's head whipped around. "Did you just—?"

"Oh no," Lu Suying gasped, her expression pure theatrics. "They decided to go on their own adventure! How tragic."

Jian exhaled through his nose. "This is going to be a long drive."

The Journey of a Lifetime (Or Just an Hour)

Some time passed in relative peace.

Then Lu Suying, clearly unable to sit still, perked up. "Jian," she said, her voice sing-song. "What exciting adventures do we have planned today? A daring rescue? A battle with a dragon? Or—" she gasped dramatically, "are we simply… grabbing lunch?"

Jian kept his eyes on the road. "Just driving to the city."

"Oh," she sighed, slumping dramatically against the window. "How delightfully mundane!"

Then, with the stealth of a mischievous cat, she began fiddling with the car's climate control. First, an arctic chill filled the cabin. Then, a desert-like heatwave. Then—

Jian, now sweating profusely, turned the settings back to normal. "Please," he said, his voice strained, "stop that."

"As you wish, Captain of the Climate," she said with a flourishing bow.

Then she spotted the glove compartment. "Ooooh, what's in here?"

Jian opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. She had already pulled out a collection of maps.

"A treasure map!" she gasped. "Oh wait… no, just a map. But still! What treasures might await?" She squinted at a random section. "Oho! A giant rubber duck festival in the next town over! Jian, this is fate."

Jian rubbed his temple. "We're going to the city."

"But rubber duckies, Jian!" she insisted. "Imagine the spectacle! The quacking! The squeaking!"

Jian took a deep breath. "We're. Going. To. The. City."

Lu Suying sighed, clearly disappointed. Then, with all the seriousness in the world, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden bird. "Mr. Squawks, what do you think?"

Jian blinked. "What… is that?"

"My trusted companion," she declared. "A master strategist, a seasoned adventurer, and a connoisseur of fine birdseed." She tilted her head as if listening. "Oh? He says we should go to the rubber duck festival. Very insightful, Mr. Squawks."

Jian, gripping the wheel, muttered under his breath, "I should've just let the rock fall on my car."

As the K-pop music continued playing in the background, Lu Suying leaned back with a contented sigh, occasionally humming along while adding her own bizarre lyrics. Jian's patience wore thinner by the second.

He had a very bad feeling this drive was just the beginning of his troubles.