Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 17

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Episode 6, Chapter 2: Final Exams

"Are you the club's mascot?"

"I'm Xiao Mo."

He extended his right hand, and I reflexively shook it.

The paparazzi had probably already mentioned my situation in the letter, so his reaction was normal. He even praised me for being "very masculine" and "manly," leaving me unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Fortunately, the conversation didn't linger on me for long. On his first day back, the club president, besides welcoming me, greeting me, and getting to know the members, didn't have any official business to attend to, except for one thing—

"Final exams?" He frowned.

He seemed to know about the "club exam" system at Sefer Academy.

It was a tradition for the leader to set the questions, but the position of club president had been vacant for too long, so the paparazzi, as vice president, had always taken on the responsibility. Now that the president was here, the obligation to set the questions was naturally his.

"Of course," he agreed, but gave me a meaningful glance, "However, this time, the mascot has to participate too."

I felt like bad luck was about to strike again.

Back in the dorm, I had a camera in my hand.

"Smile."

That's right, that's the final exam question.

Any smile, from anyone, will do, but it has to be quite challenging, and the deadline is one week.

Next Thursday at 6 PM, the club office will hold a meeting. Everyone must submit a photo and explain the story behind it. If more than half of the members approve, you'll get a perfect score.

Seriously, why do I have to take the final exam too? I'm not a member, so the final grade is useless to me! But thinking about the possibility of being sold out, I can't just not take the exam. Since there's no way to avoid it, I guess I'll just have to accept it.

Thinking about it, I'm not too unlucky. There are seven girls in the dorm, right? Girls are best at smiling. Just take a picture, "fabricate" a thrilling and touching story, and that's it, right?

Having made up my mind, the next step is choosing people.

The pretty landlady is the first one to be eliminated. Every time she sees me, she has a sour face, although she's much better lately, she's almost never smiled at me.

Ryua was much colder; at least the pretty landlady would smile at her roommates, but Ryua never did.

As for Fuuka, I think she only smiled when counting money.

Sama, Yotsuba, Hiizuki, and Otoyu were all options, but my first choice was Sama. Needless to say, she was always on my side, both psychologically and practically.

Thinking about it, it was definitely better to go to Sama. I dragged my camera toward her room, but after only a few steps, the door creaked open first, forcing me to frantically hide my exam gear under the bed, almost giving myself away.

The room owner didn't need to inform me of her sneaking in beforehand, but she wasn't usually this impulsive. I peeked out from under the bed; she wasn't followed by anyone else, but she was talking on her phone.

"Okay, this is fine." She closed the door and locked it.

Her strange behavior made me listen even more carefully.

"What? Uncle... When did this happen?... It's been half a month, why are you only telling me now?" Her voice became agitated.

The other person said something else, and her anger slowly subsided.

"I'm sorry, cousin, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you... I know it was Aunt... No, now that I know about this, I can't not go back!

I know it was difficult for you to call me privately, but your father is also my uncle! Please, even if it's just for an hour... Hello? Cousin? Cousin..."

She stared blankly at the phone in her hand, which was beeping.

Clearly, her "cousin" had encountered some situation or didn't want to continue the conversation, so he hung up!

"Damn it!" she said angrily, then put down the phone rather rudely and started packing her clothes.

Seeing her in such a hurry, something serious must have happened!

"What's wrong?"

Seeing me crawl out from under the bed, she was surprised: "When did you get back?"

"Uh, just now." "I recounted how I was kidnapped by the eagle.

I'd only gotten to the terrifying part about being thrown from the sky when she shoved me into her suitcase.

'You...you're not planning to take me back, are you?'

Even a son-in-law meeting his elders doesn't require such extreme measures!

'That's right.'

Good heavens, her answer was so certain, completely skipping the 'moral step' of asking the person involved.

My heart groaned.

'...A bad feeling again?' I asked.

'Sorry, I don't want anyone else to know I'm going back to my hometown.'

'What about tomorrow's classes?'

Oh well, being taken away by a pretty girl is better than being silenced...

'I'll call back and explain after the car has gone far enough.' She zipped up the bag, grabbed it, and rushed out to catch her ride.

'Won't anyone see you walking out like that?' '

If no one's home, why bother going back to answer the phone?

' 'They all went to the bathhouse.'" "

After putting on her shoes, unable to wait for the school bus, she walked directly to the checkpoint to wait for the bus.

The pretty landlady lived in a very rural area, and we had to change buses twice. Each bus was older and had fewer passengers than the last. By the time we got to the second bus, I practically climbed out of my bag to grab a seat.

Besides her and me, the only other passengers were the driver.

After more than an hour's journey, we finally arrived at our destination. The whole process felt more like an escape than a trip home.

The bus stopped in a small town, and we returned around 7 or 8 pm. The pretty landlady walked to the town's only small hospital and made a phone call to her cousin from under the arcade.

'I'm already at the door,' she said calmly.

Her cousin's hurried voice came through the phone; he sounded very nervous.

'Then, when can I visit my uncle? Can you give me a time?' she asked indifferently.

There was some hesitation on the other end of the line.

'I'll come up now.'" She hung up the phone and walked straight to the hospital counter.

Two seconds later, her phone rang again, the vibration seeming like the other person's voice trembling through the phone.

The pretty landlady pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

The caller, contrary to her usual talkativeness, rattled off a long string of persuasive words. The landlady

listened quietly, and after a pause, said coldly, "Fine, I agree."

She wasn't aggressive, but her tone carried a hint of threat.

"But my mind is made up. I won't go back until I see my uncle. Until then, I'll stay in my hometown. I know my aunt goes back occasionally. If you don't want her to see me, then find a way to create an opportunity for me to visit him in the hospital. Please."

She hung up.

"So, what about now?"

“Back to my old home.” She hailed a taxi.

“Old home” was the old house where the beautiful landlady’s maternal grandparents used to live, located on the outskirts of town. While not exactly the most desolate place, it was completely deserted.

It was said that the landlady’s grandfather dreamed of a secluded, hermit-like life, but her grandmother disliked loneliness. After some discussion, the two elders decided to build the house in this “quiet spot overlooking the bustling town.”

Although the landlady’s old home was in the middle of nowhere, it wasn’t lacking in social connections, because children loved spacious places to play.

While the location of the old home wasn’t ideal, it had a stream in front and a hillside behind, so many children often came to play in the water and catch shrimp. After school and on weekends, the place was always filled with laughter.

And because the land was so large, the “old home” was built lavishly, leading many parents to mistakenly believe that the landlady’s grandfather was a powerful and wealthy man.

But that's all in the past.

Standing before the mansion with its broken windows, rotting floors, and cracked roof, even though those words weren't spoken by the beautiful landlady, I could feel it deeply. —How lonely!

Perhaps it's because I experienced those lively and warm years, and now that the future is gone, it's all the more poignant.

I'll stay here tonight.

Several windows are broken, and cold winds are pouring in from all directions, making every room chilly and unsettling.

Entering a larger tatami room, the beautiful landlady retrieved bedding left behind by the previous occupant from a slightly moldy closet.

"Luckily, one set was left." The quilt was a bit worn, and the pillows were old, but still usable.

The previous occupant at least had some conscience!

"These are my things, of course they're still here." The beautiful landlady glanced at me.

Right, the beautiful landlady and her aunt don't seem to get along very well; it seems I said something I shouldn't have.

I secretly slapped myself.

But it looks like I won't have to worry about being cold tonight. The floor was covered in dust; sleeping on it like that, even if I didn't catch a cold the next day, would definitely give me respiratory problems.

Luckily, there was still some water left in the kitchen water tank, enough to wipe the bedroom down twice. After restoring the floor to its original color, the pretty landlady made up the bedding, lay down fully clothed, and made do with it.

Wait, what about me?

"Sleep wherever you want," she said generously, but I knew she wouldn't leave a three-meter radius around me.

I ducked into the closet.

When I woke up naturally, I opened my eyes.

It shouldn't be past noon yet, otherwise the birds outside wouldn't be chirping so much.

I hoped the pretty landlady's cousin would bring good news today, otherwise I really would have to continue living in this shabby place. Although the environment was quiet and the air was fresh, it was still better to stay in the dormitory. There was a carpet, a TV—and special forces equipment.

I admit I didn't really like them before, but nothing is absolute, and there are always times when you need someone's help. While not the kind of protection that's constant 24/7, they certainly qualify as a "filter"—especially with the added threat of the "possessed soul."

Pushing open the closet door, I was instantly blinded.

Sunlight flooded the room, and the rays seemed deliberately aimed at my eyes.

I should have known better than to stay in bed!

I frowned, waiting for the sting in my eyes to subside, before slowly opening my eyelids to adjust to the change in light.

This…this is…

yesterday my bedroom was dilapidated, but this morning it gleamed, as if it had been renovated overnight!

The dust and cobwebs on the beams were gone, the mold on the walls was completely removed, and even the floor was sparkling clean.

As for the beautiful landlady, she was humming a song as she aired out her blankets in the yard, a bucket of washed clothes at her feet, and the spotless ground was devoid of leaves—all swept under the trees for compost.

…Did she even sleep last night?

"You're up!" she smiled at me, brushing dust off her blankets.

Her smile reminded me of the camera I'd forgotten.

How unlucky! Although I'd spent a lot of time alone with her, this important thing was nowhere to be found. And who knows how many days I'd be staying here? My "final exams" were practically ruined! I thought dejectedly.

"Wait a minute." She put down her work and headed towards the kitchen. A moment later, she returned with two breakfasts.

"There's not much left in the kitchen, just eat this!" she said, pointing to the canned food on the plate.

It was a wonder she still had time to cook.

Having been on Earth for so long, my instinct to eat had almost completely worn away. Food in front of me held no appeal; it would be pointless to eat it anyway.

"What's wrong? Eat up!" she said, oblivious to anything amiss.

I picked up my chopsticks, took a small piece of mackerel, and swallowed it. A metallic taste seeped into the fish.

...I rolled my eyes, fell backward, and froze.

When she put down her chopsticks, I felt a surge of anger.

"Xiao Cheng?"

...The shadow she had just glimpsed stopped in front of the bedroom.

"Cousin?" The pretty landlady stood up.

"When did you clean the house so thoroughly?" The man's voice reflected a headache. "I'm begging you, can you be a little more discreet? Mom will find out sooner or later..."

"Can I visit Uncle today?" The pretty landlady was as insistent as she had been when she decided to stay.

"No, really no."

He hurriedly shook his head.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but Dad's condition hasn't been very stable these past few days. He was just admitted to the ICU the day before yesterday, and if he's alright today, he can only be transferred to a regular ward tomorrow. Even if I wanted to help you, I wouldn't be able to find a reason to get my mom away until tomorrow. I know you're in a hurry, but please bear with it for now!"

The pretty landlady was naturally dissatisfied with this evasive answer.

Although she repeatedly asked her cousin to make a promise, he just kept saying, "I'll try my best!" In the end, the pretty landlady had no choice but to reluctantly agree, even though she was dissatisfied.

After our conversation, the pretty landlady saw him to the door. I took the opportunity to rummage through the wooden tub filled with clothes to dry and pulled out a still-wet bathrobe. I quickly put it on, transformed into human form, and climbed over the wall from the backyard, holding my breath and waiting near the front door. As soon as the pretty landlady turned and went back inside, I immediately caught up with her cousin from behind.

"Wait." I tapped his shoulder. He turned to look at me, wary.

"Who are you?" Before I could explain, this strange guy seemed to recognize my clothes, and his attitude softened considerably: "Are you Xiaocheng's boyfriend?"

"Uh… not really, we're just… friends."

It was too dangerous to talk in the middle of the road, so I pulled him to a secluded side and whispered, "I have some questions I want to ask you."

"Oh?"

"I want to know clearly, is Xiaocheng's relationship with your family good or bad? I'm completely confused!"

Why did Xiaocheng's roommates and the delinquents all advise the pretty landlady to leave her hometown? Why did she refuse to leave, even secretly returning to visit her sick uncle? Why did her supposedly bad "cousin" look like an ordinary, easily bullied bookworm?

"What do you know?" He sized me up, then continued before I could speak, "Never mind, Xiaocheng will never tell you this anyway."

No wonder he was the pretty landlady's cousin; he knew exactly what she was going to say.

"Let's start from my grandfather's generation," he said. "My grandparents only had one child, a son and a daughter, my father and Xiaocheng's mother. Our family has no power, no special lineage, just an ordinary family, except we have a little money."

He found a small rock and sat down.

"...Later, they built a house here. Not long after, my dad married my mom, and then I was born. About three or four years later, Xiaocheng's mom was also about marriageable age. I don't know how she met Xiaocheng's dad, but after dating for a few months, she married him.

"Later we found out that Xiaocheng's dad was originally a nobleman, but his family had fallen on hard times and some accidents had happened, so he was all alone. "

Originally, Xiaocheng's mom was supposed to move into the groom's house after the wedding, but a few days before the wedding, the groom's house inexplicably caught fire, burning the whole house down. She had no choice but to stay here because Xiaocheng's dad was too poor to even afford to build a new house."

"But they couldn't stay here forever, could they?" I asked.

If my grandparents passed away and someone started demanding a division of the family property, this house would always belong to the beautiful landlady's uncle. What would happen to the beautiful landlady's family then?

"You're right, the problem was bound to arise sooner or later. It happened when Xiaocheng was five years old, the year my grandparents both passed away."

He pushed up his glasses.

"When the lawyer read the will, there wasn't much controversy. The entire estate was left to my father, with the only stipulation being that Xiaocheng's family must continue living there, or they must be given enough money to start their own household. My mother wasn't too happy about this. She felt that if Xiaocheng and his family stayed in the house, the 'division of the family' would be a meaningless joke.

But the will didn't specify how much money Xiaocheng and his family needed to 'start their own household.' In other words, the amount my mother requested had to be determined by Xiaocheng's parents to meet the criteria for 'starting their own household,' and signed in the presence of a lawyer. In that case, the amount couldn't be small." So, the

beautiful landlady's grandfather didn't want his children to separate from the family from the beginning?

"After weighing the options, my mother still decided to take in Xiaocheng's family. Anyway, Xiaocheng's mother was already dying at that time, so after she passed away, she wouldn't have to worry too much about saving face when she needed an excuse to get rid of Xiaocheng and his family."

"Why do you say that?" "I felt a little uncomfortable listening to that.

This was so unreasonable.

" He smiled. "That's really what my mother thought back then. Although my father and I didn't like it, disgust doesn't come without reason." A faint disgust was evident in his words.

"...That's because for the past five years after our marriage, Xiaocheng's father was always idle, either watching the stream or staring blankly at the stars. Every day we were together, and all I saw was him shamelessly eating and drinking for free, so it's no wonder my mother couldn't stand it."

Idle, eating and drinking for free...

I suddenly thought of my own situation and immediately lost my confidence.

"Perhaps... Xiaocheng's father was in poor health?"

"That's what I guessed too, but he usually just sat there and didn't seem to have any symptoms, so I couldn't confirm it." He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"In the end, Xiaocheng's mother really did die that year. Before my mother could even speak, Xiaocheng's father asked to move out, and he didn't want a single penny, so my mother naturally agreed."

"But she wasn't really that bad. As long as it wasn't too much, donating a little of the rent wouldn't be a big deal. Later, we found out where they were staying, so we gave them a big red envelope.

"When we got to the door, we discovered that the father and daughter had already bought a three-story garden villa...

Do you know that feeling? It's like being slapped in the face. "

He glanced at me.

"I know what you're thinking, so I investigated because I didn't believe that a poor father and daughter would give up their apartment to rent a villa, especially a garden villa in an upscale residential area."

I could tell from his expression what the investigation had revealed.

The beautiful landlord's father had secretly bought a house without letting anyone know, while living in his hometown with his family, seemingly penniless.

But why would he do that?

"I told my dad what I found out, but he wanted me to help hide it from my mom. So no matter how she asked, my dad and I always told her that the villa was rented, the rent was paid with a loan, and that Xiaocheng's father rented such an expensive house to give Xiaocheng a good environment while he worked hard outside."

“But actually, he not only bought a house, he also didn’t have a job.” He snorted softly. “I think my mom knew perfectly well, so she secretly went to Xiaocheng’s father, thinking I hadn’t found out, and demanded an explanation for his past actions.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “My mom was furious, but then she remembered that Xiaocheng’s father was an ‘aristocrat,’ so she changed her mind and asked him to adopt me so I could also have a chance to attend Sefer Academy.” He

definitely didn’t agree.

“Fortunately, Xiaocheng’s father firmly refused, because I didn’t like being branded with an aristocratic air. Xiaocheng’s father originally didn’t want Xiaocheng to go to that school either, but it was already stipulated by law that aristocratic children could attend Sefer Academy, and even if they resisted, other schools wouldn’t dare to accept them. That’s all I know.” He got up as if to leave.

“Wait a minute, I have another question.” I stopped him and asked a question that puzzled me even more: “Why does Xiaocheng want to come back to this old home so much?”

“Because her mother has lived here her whole life,” he said. “I don’t know what she was thinking, but the year she was in high school and her father passed away, she sold the house and used the money to study at Seifer College.

“At first, she came back a few times, but each time my mother gave her a cold shoulder, and later she probably felt embarrassed and stopped coming back.”

“Are you telling the truth?” Judging from the pretty landlady’s attitude towards him, it seemed like that wasn’t the case.

“Why would anyone ask you a question like that? What good would it do me to lie to you?”

he retorted. “But you, why are you asking so many questions? Aren’t you Xiaocheng’s boyfriend? Shouldn’t she wait until she’s willing to tell you her secrets herself? You came to ask me yourself, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t tell you the truth!”

“Then why did you tell me so much?”

“So why do I have any reason to lie to you?”

I was stunned for a moment, realizing I'd been tricked after all. "

...I'm not her boyfriend," I stammered.

"Have you registered your marriage?"

His words left me speechless.

"Even if you're just friends, someone who would follow you to a place like this must be a 'very good' friend."

He glanced at my robe, seemingly unconvinced by my denial.

This... logically speaking, that's how it should be...

"When you marry Xiaocheng, she'll tell you everything. Rather than have you resent me for the lies later, it's better not to lie to you in the first place. Is that wrong?"

Of course it is!

My face flushed as I imagined some kind of "important ceremony."

"I'm entrusting Xiaocheng to your care."

He patted my shoulder heavily, and I felt inexplicably burdened with a heavy responsibility.

"You might think my words and actions are strange, but don't misunderstand. I only disapprove of Xiaocheng's father. As for Xiaocheng, she's innocent from beginning to end. I didn't mean to blame her; I can distinguish right from wrong."

So he's such a reasonable person.

"So..." He put his arm around my shoulder, his expression serious, "Please, you absolutely must make Xiaocheng happy and not let her suffer any injustice! Just give me the wedding invitation privately; my dad and I will definitely attend on behalf of the bride's parents."

Wait, wait! Isn't this progressing too fast? My relationship with the pretty landlady is practically nonexistent...

"Um, well..."

If this got to the landlady's ears, I'd be doomed.

I was trying to convince him that we were "just friends," but he immediately swallowed the words.

"We're poor, so we probably can't afford to help Xiaocheng with her dowry. In that case, I'll discuss the betrothal gift with Dad, or maybe we can just waive it and keep things simple?"

"Um... we really are just friends, we haven't even gotten to that point yet..." I forced a laugh.

If I don't stop him, this bookworm will probably start fantasizing about married life!

But my mind was already conjuring up images of being "domesticated"...

After he left, I slipped back into the house and hung my wet bathrobe on the clothes rack.

The landlady was busy cleaning every corner, as if she wouldn't be satisfied until she completely renovated the house. She looked quite cute with her headscarf and mask on.

I ran to the warehouse to make sure she was busy inside, and that it would take at least another hour to finish cleaning. Then I ran to the backyard to help chop some firewood and fill the water tank before wiping my sweat and reverting to my usual energetic self.

Having to fetch water myself and chop wood for firewood—no wonder no one lives here!

I caught my breath and then walked around the warehouse again, letting the pretty landlady "take a look." She seemed genuinely unconcerned about me; she didn't even ask where I'd gone when I disappeared, probably because I often disappear.

It was almost noon when the pretty landlady finally remembered to cook. Seeing the extra firewood and water in the kitchen, I lied and said her cousin had come back to help, and she laughed again.

Sigh, another chance to take a picture.

I told her not to make lunch for me, but perhaps I felt bad watching her eat, so she still made me some, even though I repeatedly said no.

After lunch, she took a nap. A slightly stuffy breeze blew in, and I unconsciously closed my eyes too. When I woke up in the late afternoon, she had already returned from the supermarket in town.

That evening, I helped her prepare a decent dinner, while I ate the salad I had prepared for myself, which wasn't too much of a burden on my poor stomach.

There was little light pollution on the mountain, and after sunset, the stars and moon were clearly visible. I sat on the porch, looking at the different colored stars in the sky, clumsily sketching various imaginary constellations.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The pretty landlady came over with a cookie, placed it in the middle, and then sat down beside me.

"Yes," I replied, taking a bite.

"He also likes to look at the stars like this, especially with me."

That "he" must be the pretty landlady's father, right?

"My father… he's a painter. He met my mother eighteen years ago when he came here to gather inspiration,"

the pretty landlady said, her gaze still fixed on the night sky.

"Love at first sight, mutual affection, vows of lifelong commitment, and then marriage—isn't that romantic?"

The painter…could he be the artist of the painting I used as a shield to escape disaster in the beautiful landlady's dorm, the one I later found in the frame?

"But just a few days before the wedding, my father's house inexplicably caught fire. The fire spread quickly, eventually burning the entire house to the ground. We were forced to live here temporarily for a few years."

Strangely enough, shortly after I finished listening to the beautiful landlady's cousin recount the past, she too began talking about her own experience. This old house was like a time capsule, filled with many stories and evoking countless memories.

"Around that time, my father inadvertently learned that this house might face demolition. Because he hadn't clarified who owned the land, he built the house. Decades later, the government investigated and discovered that our family had appropriated the state-owned land, so they planned to file a lawsuit."

As she said this, she couldn't help but glance back at the deserted old house.

“Luckily, although my father’s house burned down, some of his valuable paintings were still stored in a bank safe deposit box. My father sold all the paintings, and with the fire insurance from the house, he used the proceeds to bribe officials and secretly change the land’s ownership to his grandfather’s name.”

“Didn’t your uncle’s family know?” I asked.

“The situation was very tense at the time, and my grandfather was worried about my aunt, so he didn’t tell anyone.”

It was obvious that after resolving the land issue, Xiao Cheng’s father was truly “penniless.”

Artists usually don’t have a second skill, so it’s no wonder he couldn’t find a job to make a living.

“After the land ownership dispute was settled, the hardship was over, but the problems within the family still existed. My aunt was always dissatisfied with my father’s lack of work. Although she didn’t say it outright, the longer it went on, the more obvious her attitude became. So, in the end, my father took me and left this place.”

Gazing at the Milky Way, she kept talking, as if the real listeners were not me, but the silent stars.

If the beautiful landlady's cousin's words were a fragmented memory, then the landlady's "confession" was the crucial piece of the puzzle, piecing together her past.

After moving out of their hometown, for the sake of the landlady's education and reputation, her father bought a villa with a garden. To repay the loan, he took up his paintbrush again, remaining silent when misunderstood by her uncle's family, all to conceal the matter of the old land.

However, the loan burden was heavy, and the landlady's father could only paint desperately to support the family.

A few years later, his inspiration dried up, and his old wrist injury recurred, causing irreparable damage. The painter's life force was extinguished, and he died.

Before he died, he told the landlady all his secrets and the truth, including overhearing the old couple's sorrowful conversation, that he had burned down the house himself, and that he had taken out a huge insurance policy for himself. Afterwards

, the landlady used that insurance premium, plus the money from selling the villa, to attend a solitary school entrance ceremony.

I recalled that personal photo I used as a shield, the faint melancholy on her face that I had once scoffed at.

"You're planning to tell your uncle the truth, aren't you?"

"Father's already passed away, I think it shouldn't matter now, right?" she said.

"I originally planned to wait until after graduation. Some graduates of Sefer Academy will inherit their family businesses, while others will be assigned public service positions by the government. By then, I might be going to a faraway place and never see my uncle and the others again. I thought that would be the best time."

But unexpectedly, my uncle fell ill, and his life was in danger, so you plan to tell him everything now, not wanting him to leave this world with a "misunderstanding," right?

"And you too."

Me? I have nothing to do with this!

"There are only twenty-odd days left. Before you leave, you should know some details about the landlord, right?"

Uh, does that mean even if you know now, it's too late to do anything bad?

The next day, the beautiful landlord's cousin finally brought good news—although he was quite shocked by the completely renovated "old home."

Around six o'clock in the evening, the beautiful landlord's uncle would use the excuse of lacking supplies to send his wife away, and then have the beautiful landlord's cousin drive her to the supermarket where a sale was being held to shop and delay her. In this way, the beautiful landlord would have about two hours to visit the sick man.

After the beautiful landlady's cousin left, she began packing her bags. It seemed she planned to drive straight back to school after her visit.

Around 5:10, she took a taxi to the hospital, factoring in the inevitable rush hour traffic, arriving around 6:00. Perfect timing—

the beautiful landlady leaving at that moment .

A sense of disgust welled up inside me. Like the pain of transformation, I understood perfectly what this meant. The

"possessed one" was nearby.

Hiding was useless; the possessed one was like a radar, impossible to escape detection no matter where I hid. I simply turned on all the lights in the house and sat in the bedroom, waiting for him to come.

I could feel the distance between us remained constant; I knew he was lurking somewhere, slowly waiting for nightfall. Once it got

dark, he would pounce!

Episode 6, Chapter 3: The Attack from the Possessed One.

Now it all depended on how the possessed one defined "nightfall." Half-dark? Completely dark? Or just before bedtime?

Perhaps he was still checking if anyone else was inside. He probably didn't know the beautiful landlady would be back in three hours, or maybe even sooner.

Opportunities were complementary between us, and time was the unit of measurement. Whatever he expended, I gained.

However, it was also possible I was overestimating his malicious intent. Maybe he, like me, wasn't interested in hunting his own kind and just wanted to confirm my identity and intentions.

But it's always good to be cautious. If he really attacked, I couldn't be unprepared.

As I waited, darkness gradually fell. Perhaps because the house was lit, he didn't dare approach rashly and remained where I sensed him.

Then, another thought suddenly occurred to me.

Perhaps my sensing range was greater than his; he might just be looking for a place to rest, but I misinterpreted it as an attack. He might not have even noticed I was inside.

If that were the case, then I was much safer than I actually thought. However, I dared not be so complacent. All assumptions and subsequent defensive measures were to effectively protect myself regardless of the opponent's offensive tactics.

I couldn't let my guard down until I understood the opponent's true nature and purpose.

Around seven o'clock, the opponent suddenly made a move.

The strange feeling gradually intensified, and he began to approach me.

I didn't want to assume the opponent had malicious intent before even meeting him, but I still leaned against the closet, secretly gripping a small knife hidden inside.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the wall, and the possessed person stopped moving, even slightly backing away.

It must be the beautiful landlady returning! I breathed a sigh of relief, thank goodness!

"Ah Dong! Ah Dong!" The voice came from the doorway.

I was startled; it was a man calling.

Who was Ah Dong? The beautiful landlady's cousin?

I didn't want to pay attention, but with the light on and no one in the house, it wouldn't make sense. I had no choice but to drop the knife, grab a set of dry clothes from the hanger, put them on, and go to greet the guest.

"Excuse me, who is this?"

He looked to be about the same age as the pretty landlady's cousin, so he must be a friend.

"My name is Zhengxu, I'm Adong's old classmate. Is Adong here?" he asked, glancing inside.

"His family moved out a long time ago."

The possessed soul was still nearby, so I decided to get rid of him quickly to avoid accidentally dragging him into an unrelated battle.

"Huh, when... cough cough!" He was so surprised he couldn't finish his sentence before suddenly coughing uncontrollably.

"Are you alright?"

His face was flushed, and his eyes were a little watery. "Cough cough... I'm sorry, this is... an old ailment. Could you please give me... cough... a glass of water?"

"Of course, no problem." Seeing him coughing like he was about to suffocate, I immediately poured him a glass of water.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the tea, then said, catching his breath, "Cough... Sorry, I startled you."

"It's alright..."

He handed the teacup back to me, then said, "Ah-Dong and I were classmates in junior high, we used to hang out a lot, but I moved to another city in the second year of junior high. I just happened to be passing through today, so I came to visit. I didn't expect this to be so unfortunate... By the way, do you know where he moved to?"

"Sorry, I'm just a guest, and I only arrived yesterday." I shook my head, unable to help.

"But if you're in a hurry, you can go to the town hospital. His father is unwell and hospitalized; maybe you can see Ah-Dong there."

"Oh, I see. What about his cousin? I haven't seen her."

"She went to visit him."

"Huh? Why didn't you go with her? Aren't you her boyfriend? Why were you home alone?"

"Just a 'friend'." I smiled wryly. Why does everyone think that way?

He smiled knowingly and said, "Don't deny it. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend isn't murder or arson, and these things always get worse the more you explain them."

"Think what you want!" Just don't let the pretty landlady hear.

"Just kidding, don't be angry. Since A-Dong isn't here, I'll contact him another day."

Seemingly feeling it wasn't the right time to catch up while his friend's father was sick, he smiled and was about to leave.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he scratched his head and said apologetically, "Excuse me, because I have to take a long bus ride back, could I use your restroom here?"

"Sure." I'm not the owner of this house, I don't have the right to veto, do I?

After thanking him, he asked further, "Then... could you tell me roughly which direction the restroom is?"

"I'll take you there."

The restroom was at the back left of the house, not hard to find, but it was better for me to lead him there than to give directions, lest he wander around aimlessly and see something he shouldn't, which would be impolite.

"Thank you."

His attitude was alright; he didn't act superior just because he's a few years older than me. It seems the pretty landlady's cousin has made a good friend.

However, his interpersonal relationships are really poorly managed. He cut off all contact with his friend as soon as they moved, requiring the friend to come back specifically to find him. If he treats his best friends like this, what about ordinary friends? It's a shame his old classmate still cares about him; it's really not worth it!

Wait, old classmate?

Since he often hangs out with the pretty landlady's cousin and knows his house is here, why doesn't he know the direction to the bathroom?

What kind of good classmate is that? He doesn't even invite him in!

I went up into the hallway, and he took off his shoes too.

"Go straight down from here, turn right at the end," I said, so he'd know the distance.

"Okay." He was still struggling with his tangled shoelaces; apparently, his technique wasn't very good—a simple bow was almost completely torn.

“The more you rush, the harder it will be to untie. There’s no time limit, just take your time.”

I looked away to avoid adding to his stress; otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to avoid using scissors.

If I were him, I would never wear such troublesome shoes out. Shoes with zippers are everywhere these days; just buy a pair, tie the laces once, and they’ll stay in place forever.

No, if I were him, I would definitely break off all contact with the pretty landlady’s cousin first!

But that’s not right either. If I were him…

wait a minute, if I were him… would I call my classmate’s sister “his cousin”?

Generally, in front of strangers, to prove a connection with someone living in the house, people usually try to name acquaintances to support their claim, but he asked if his classmate’s cousin was there…

how did he know the pretty landlady was a “cousin” and not just a “sister”?

Besides, the pretty landlady moved out when she was five, and as far as I can tell, her cousin is only about five years older than her; he wasn’t even in middle school yet… Would anyone talk to a classmate, even their best friend, about a cousin who moved out so long ago?

Even if that bookworm really was a freak, spilling all the family secrets, how did this guy who claimed to be his best friend know that the pretty landlady had returned?

He asked so naturally, as if he was absolutely certain, but wasn't he just here for a last-minute visit?

"Okay, all done!" He finally managed to take off his shoes.

"Maybe next time you could wear some lighter shoes, otherwise it's a hassle to keep putting them on and taking them off, isn't it?" I tried my best not to show a strange expression.

"It's alright, I'm used to it." You

can't tell if someone is good or bad just by looking at their face. I couldn't tell if his smile was genuine or feigned, so I quietly led him deeper into the corridor.

The moment I turned my back to him, his gaze suddenly sharpened, sending a chill down my spine.

I turned around abruptly, the chill vanishing in an instant, and he still had that friendly smile on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing… I just thought I saw a cat run across the wall." I made up a random excuse.

“Oh, I didn’t see it, but there are a lot of stray cats around here, maybe you weren’t mistaken!”

Unexpectedly, he continued along with my words.

“I thought I was just being too sensitive…” I pretended to look back and forth on the wall a few times, then naturally turned around.

A chill crept up my spine again, but this time it seemed to be consciously contained.

…It really wasn’t my imagination.

Who was standing behind me?

I strongly doubted his identity and couldn’t help but review our conversation again, only to find that although his response was cautious, it still gave him away.

Was the pretty landlady’s cousin really named “A-Dong”?

I didn’t know, maybe even he didn’t know. The name might be made up, or maybe he found it out.

At first, when he called “A-Dong!” at the door, I naturally thought of the pretty landlady’s cousin. If the pretty landlady’s cousin had been in the house today, I think he would have instinctively thought he was calling my name!

However, when he saw it was me, he immediately claimed to be the pretty landlady’s cousin’s old classmate. I couldn't be sure of the truth, but since I already assumed he was someone I knew, I didn't suspect anything.

But how did he know the beautiful landlady's identity? How long had he been observing the house?

Had he... discovered my secret?

I broke out in a cold sweat thinking about it, but then the "possessed" made a move. I sensed him approaching at a normal pace, moving along the wall towards the door.

Reaching the end of the corridor, I pointed to the right and said as casually as possible, "You'll see the toilet at the end. You can go there yourself, right?" I wanted to push him around the corner immediately, but that would only make things more obvious.

"Of course," he said, but following my unconscious gaze, he also looked towards the door and saw the animal without a collar.

"Whose wolfhound is this?" he asked in surprise.

"Who knows."

Its gray-black, glossy fur made me secretly admire its beauty, and he was clearly captivated as well.

The "wolfhound" stared at us, then suddenly opened its mouth and growled softly, the growl containing a string of indistinct syllables, as if it were saying something. Just as I was about to strain to hear more, Zhengxu unexpectedly threw a punch at my nose.

Perhaps because I was used to Ash's speed, although I was caught off guard, I saw his movements clearly. I ducked under his fist, quickly turned around, and assumed a defensive stance.

"You scared me. Do I have mosquitoes on my face?" This was unlikely to be a joke, but I still pretended to be clueless.

"On him," the wolfhound suddenly spoke in human language.

Upon hearing this, his gaze shifted instantly, his tone changed, and he became like a member of a debt collection agency: "Take everything off you, including your clothes!"

"A wolf...a wolfhound can talk? Am I dreaming?"

I continued to play dumb, clutching my collar, looking terrified.

"What do you want my clothes for? If you're cold, I can give you some coats..."

"If you don't want to take them off, I can help you."

"You...who are you? Why do you want my clothes? And that dog at the door, why can it talk? Does it have a Walkman on it?" I started rambling.

I didn't expect him to be in cahoots with the "possessed one," and my victim mode didn't seem to be working.

"Stop pretending. Although you're human, you're not unaware of our affairs," the wolfhound said. "If you didn't know, you wouldn't have carried the things with you all the time, nor would you have been prepared for that punch. Although you say you don't know, your expression doesn't seem to tell the truth."

"What are you talking about...I really don't understand!" I pretended to be innocent, but they obviously weren't fooled.

Denying everything seemed to only make people impatient. He suddenly pulled out a short knife from behind his back, and as soon as he saw the weapon, I immediately ran towards the bedroom.

There are weapons in the closet. I've hidden knives, oil, lighters, ropes, and some other odds and ends...

If they strip me naked and find the smell hasn't disappeared, they'll definitely attack me!

As I rushed through the living room, I glanced hastily at the wall clock—it would be eight in six minutes. Why wasn't the pretty landlady back yet? Could she have been invited out for a late-night snack by my cousin?

This was terrible! I only had a dozen minutes left in my transformation time. Could I stall until she returned?

"You can't escape!"

I was far slower than him, and I took a solid kick to the back as I ran. I endured the pain and used the momentum to speed up my run towards the bedroom, leaning against the closet door, pretending to be desperate.

"I...I give up...please don't hurt me, I'll give you everything!" I pleaded, looking fearfully at the weapon in his hand.

"You know what we want."

He must be used to breaking into homes and robbing people; he committed these crimes without batting an eye.

The wolfhound bared its fangs, blocking the doorway. I wasn't sure I could get past it...it seemed like I really had to take my clothes off!

"Okay, I'll take them off..."

I slowly unbuttoned my collar, and my heel slowly pushed the closet door open a crack. My tearful acting was so convincing that no one noticed my secret actions. It would be a real

shame if the next Academy Award for Best Actor didn't go to me!

"Have you had enough?" he suddenly yelled impatiently. "Taking off so slowly, do you think you're an AV actress?" The

veins on his hand gripping the knife handle bulged. I looked down and saw my hands were still rubbing against the second button I'd only half-undone.

"I...I have no experience undressing in front of men...I'll definitely do it, just be patient..." I said, sounding like a wronged wife, which only made him angrier.

I ignored him and continued undressing at my snail's pace.

If he pounced on me and pinned me to the ground, I decided to use my sweetest voice to whine, "It's my first time, please don't be so rough..." to see if I could make him die on the spot.

But no matter how many buttons there were, they would eventually be undone, and the same went for my pants. After five minutes, all my clothes were off, and I was completely naked.

“That’s all.” I threw the clothes in front of him, feeling a little awkward covering my genitals.

He squatted down to examine them, not even glancing at me.

“No need to check anymore, the stuff is still on him.” The dog’s nose was indeed sensitive; it knew immediately that the scent wasn’t coming from the clothes.

Hearing this, he looked up and glared at me. My actions had worn down his good temper: “Don’t try anything funny, hand over the stuff!”

“I…I…I really have nothing left on me!” I circled around in place to prove that I had nothing left.

“He must have swallowed it.” The wolfhound said.

The rule of “not becoming human” or “possessing a human body” had become a stereotype for almost all possessed souls, which was why it didn’t suspect me at all. But this guy named Zhengxu looked like he wanted to disembowel me.

“You…please don’t do anything stupid, murder is illegal!” I clutched my stomach, really afraid he would use the same trick he used to kill fish on me.

"I won't kill you, I'll just knock you unconscious and then let my older brother kill you. Even if we get imprisoned, we'll have to find the beast that killed you first, right?" he sneered.

"Older brother? You're brothers?" I exclaimed in horror, "Your dad's too indiscriminate... Ugh!"

Before I could finish speaking, I was punched several times in the stomach. He really went all out; the pain was so intense I couldn't even utter a sound.

Just when I thought I was about to die, the wolfhound suddenly jumped between us, forcefully separating him.

"Ah Xu, don't kill him!"

"I know, I just want him to vomit up what he swallowed." He wiped the sweat that had trickled down his chin, still feeling unsatisfied.

"I'll handle this." It stared at me with dark eyes, but hesitated to pounce. Just as I was about to say something, it spoke up: "Before you die, there's something you need to understand." "

Wh...what is it?"

"I'm a wolf, not a wolfhound."

"Huh?" What does that have to do with anything?!

I thought it was going to explain the origin of its brotherly relationship with this human, but it just said one sentence? And it didn't even match the topic! Now my "three-minute survival plan" is ruined!

"Wait! Hold on! Pause!" I yelled at its wolf claws reaching for my neck, "You can't kill me!"

"Why?" Why

... why... whatever, I said recklessly, "Because possessed beings can't attack humans!"

"You finally admit it."

It retracted its claws and slowly took a step back.

"That's right, if I kill you, everything related to you will change. Although it's only a small part of history, the change is still a fact, and the Celestial Realm can't possibly not know."

"N-yes! So you should think twice before you act. If you kill me, you can't return to the Celestial Realm, and if it's him—" I pointed at Zhengxu, "if he makes the move, he will definitely not escape the punishment of the law."

"As long as it increases the chances of my brother being selected, I don't care what happens." Zhengxu didn't object, but the "wolf" remained silent.

"You...are you really brothers?" Having finally calmed them down a bit, I seized the opportunity to employ my "delaying tactic," feigning surprise. "Impossible, right?" The "key memory" isn't so easily unlocked. "

It's true, it isn't." It admitted, "Initially, Zhengxu discovered my secret of being able to speak. Later, we exchanged information from our minds, and most of the memories overlap. But because of the lack of corroborating "key memory," I can't be 100% certain that Zhengxu is my brother."

"Big brother, is it true?" Zhengxu asked in surprise.

The wolf remained silent.

I guessed it was probably struggling with its own thoughts.

So, adhering to the principle of "buying time," I chimed in, "I think it's just choosing the highest probability to acknowledge your brotherly relationship. The 'key memory' locks in all the information the deceased might recall about their past life. It can't even remember what you look like or its family, so how can it be sure you're its brother?

The so-called 'memory overlap' is probably just a match of everyday trifles, right? For example, you remember it being in the library one day, and it actually went there that day, right?" "The overlap is extremely high, which means it's very likely that it's not your real older brother."

"Nonsense!" Zhengxu retorted angrily.

"It also admitted it!" I hurriedly shifted the blame to the guilty and speechless possessor. The restless knife in his hand made my scalp tingle.

"Big brother, is what he said true?"

"It's true." It didn't mince words: "However, I don't think that 80% of the daily trivialities could overlap and be someone else's memories. I just made the most likely choice."

"Big brother, there's something I've never asked you." He asked in a low voice: "When did you...

leave?"

"Twenty-seven, my memories only go up to twenty-seven." It said.

"Is that so?"

He suddenly leaned forward, hooked his left arm around my neck, and tripped my ankle. I lost my balance and fell backward. My head and back had barely hit the ground when the knife was already against my carotid artery.

"I understand, you really are my older brother." "There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes. 'I almost fell for their divisive tactic. I didn't realize this kid was so cunning!'"

"You...you're planning to take the blame for murder for your brother's sake?"

I stared at the receding closet, a chill running down my spine.

The knife I'd been holding was knocked away by his trip; the weapon I'd laid out behind the closet for a counterattack was out of my reach no matter how far I stretched. I jerked my head back, the reversed clock in my eyes ticking with an even more despairing impact—

thirty seconds left.

Once that time was up, and I turned back into a massage stick, they would discover I was the possessed one. Then, a wolf, also a possessed one, would pounce on me and kill me. Not only would I be free from divine retribution, but Zheng Xu wouldn't be held criminally responsible either—a win-win situation.

Damn it, it's already 8:10! Why isn't the pretty landlady back yet?

I'll lose control in twenty-five seconds!

"Hey, you bastard who'd ruin your own brother's bright future for your own benefit, what kind of brother are you?!"

I yelled at it, trying to awaken a shred of conscience within it.

"Can you bear to see him locked up in jail and sentenced to death for your sake? Do you want your parents to lose a second son?"

"Brother, don't be fooled. He just wants to save his own life." He said coldly, "Everyone dies eventually. There's no one around now; I might not be arrested."

Twenty seconds left.

"You idiot, don't you know that murder goes to hell? Even if you die, you'll never be able to reunite with your brother!"

"It's better than your brother becoming a wandering ghost." He remained unmoved.

Damn it, why is this guy so hard to deal with!

Fifteen seconds.

Seeing that he was determined, I frantically blurted out whatever came to mind.

"You stupid fool! Even if you don't kill anyone, your brother might still draw a lot; even if you kill me, your brother can't guarantee he'll return to Heaven. It's all about increasing the odds, but is it really worth it?"

"That's right, it's all about increasing the odds. In that case, destroying a soul is much better than doing nothing." He pressed down on the knife, trying to separate my head from my feet; the dented skin almost made me faint.

Ten seconds.

Footsteps came from the doorway.

I didn't care if it was the pretty landlady or her cousin; I immediately screamed, "Help! Murder! Help!"

Footsteps rushed frantically towards the bedroom.

"Brother, you go quickly, I'll take care of him!" he hurriedly told the wolf.

Five seconds.

"It's too late, you'll be seen by that person!" It smashed a hole in the fragile wooden wall. Four seconds. "I'm okay, brother, you..." Three

seconds . "Even if you kill him, will you have time to destroy the soul hidden within him?" it asked calmly. Two seconds. "..." One second. "Let's go!" It turned around and went through the hole. He sheathed his knife, glaring at me resentfully, but his fierce expression changed visibly with my transformation, turning into extreme surprise: "You..." "Hehe...that's it." I laughed awkwardly. His gaze was still fixed on me. I rolled forward, ripped open his pants, and in those fractions of a second, the person had rushed to the door. It was the beautiful landlady! I took a deep breath, threw myself into his arms, and with a deafening roar, I ripped the roof off: "Help! Rape!" As soon as I shouted, both of their eyes immediately focused on me, and the beautiful landlady's eyes almost popped out. "You...you..." she pointed at me, her face contorted as if two dates were stuck in her esophagus, unable to be spat out or swallowed. The disheveled uninvited guest, caught red-handed, blushed and reacted like a delinquent, abandoning me and scrambling out through the dog hole. "You...you..." the pretty landlady stammered, while I breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew, thank goodness you arrived in time, otherwise I might have lost my virginity." "Is that so—" Suddenly, she held a large rock high, ready to smash it down on my head. "I'm sorry, I was just joking! Listen to me carefully, I'll tell you the truth!" I immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly. Good heavens! I barely escaped the enemy's clutches, only to be killed by my own people! After pleading, she finally gave up on smashing me down. But for her constantly "corrected" image, she retaliated by using a rope from the closet and a lighter to "interrogate" me about what happened. “…That’s it, I swear to God, not a single word is false!” I was hanging upside down in mid-air, the flames below scalding me so much I writhed like a freshly caught fish. “That’s for the best.” She glanced, seemingly casually, at the oil at my feet. Half-cooked, I couldn’t help but tremble—was she planning to use that stuff to “bathe” me ? Thankfully, she didn’t. She turned off the lighter, picked up a pair of scissors, and cut the rope in the middle. I fell onto the tatami mat with a “thud!” “Thank you for sparing my life, heroine…” I twisted my body, untying the rope. “Go back tonight!” With a cold snort, she began packing her belongings. The possessed one was nearby; naturally, we couldn’t stay long. “How’s your uncle’s condition?” “It could be serious or minor. As long as he fully cooperates with the doctor’s instructions, he can be discharged soon.” Her tone wasn’t very friendly. I automatically climbed into the duffel bag she was carrying, not daring to ask any more questions. That night we made it back to the dorm, but with all my energy focused on avoiding stepping on any more landmines, I didn't have the extra attention to see if the human and the wolf were following us. From then until Thursday, she didn't say a word to me, not even a kind look. She started locking the door during class again, preventing me from even sneaking off to see Sama. She's so obsessed with her reputation... Why is it okay for boys to exchange pornographic books and videos and discuss plots, but girls have to keep it so secret? Besides, we're completely innocent, there's nothing inappropriate between us. People say "a clear conscience fears no accusation," so why should we feel ashamed? But now, I'm the one in trouble. Not only am I being targeted by the possessed one, but someone is also banging on the balcony window. "Where are your photos?" "Sorry." I lowered my head, not daring to look up. Everyone else handed in their final assignments, but mine were empty. The paparazzi handed in photos of "Rose Girl." I heard that he spent three whole days trying to get her to win the number guessing game, and even risked his life by punching her to capture a fleeting moment of her smile. C, who was there to witness the scene, also got the same shot. Soren and Pluto took photos of each other, and the process of getting them to smile naturally involved was undoubtedly brutal and difficult for outsiders to understand; Xiu, on the other hand, captured the president's smile while he was having a sweet dream without his knowledge.

The other photos, under rather challenging circumstances, passed the test—except for mine.

"That's true, you're not a full member, so this test was a bit difficult for you," the club president said kindly, patting my head.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

But the expected punishment didn't come. The photo issue was quickly dismissed, and I was inexplicably sent back to the dorm.

"Ashu, what...what does the club president mean?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"He just wants you to experience the fun of final exams, right?" that's all he said.

I was skeptical, but I soon realized that nothing in this world is that easy...at least not in the "Extreme Sports Club."

"Hooray! Final exams are finally over!" On Friday night, Sama jumped around on the sofa excitedly.

"That's right, another year has finally passed." Hiizuki slumped to the side, looking like she was about to die, her body bobbing up and down on the chair as if using it as a massage bed.

"Two months of summer vacation...that's really long. If I don't go back, I'll probably get a lecture again!" Feng Hua sighed, her expression gloomy.

"Don't be so down, isn't there a graduation trip?" Seeing that the atmosphere wasn't relaxed after the exams but instead getting heavier, the pretty landlady immediately brought up a new topic.

"Here, some snacks." Si Ye brought over tea jelly and pistachios.

"Oh, right, it starts next Wednesday! This year is quite interesting, two weeks of domestic island travel." Feng Hua said.

"In previous years it was an international trip, and I heard that because of that, not many people participated, so the school changed the direction." Si Ye said.

“Of course, who wants to go abroad all the time? We’re all tired of it, and the tourist spots the school arranges are always the same boring ones,” Feng Hua snorted. “But the domestic tour is quite novel. The mode of transportation is the tram, and there’s even a chance to stay with students from other schools. The only downside is that school uniforms are prohibited during the trip; that’s to make it more approachable.”

“That’s great! That means I can wear lots of cute clothes! Sha Zhen has never traveled domestically before!”

“As for food and accommodation, the school has specifically excluded three-star or higher hotels, focusing mainly on guesthouses and food stalls. Besides visiting historical sites, the performances are designed to be close to local customs, and for entertainment, mid-priced amusement parks are the preferred choice,” Liu Ya explained.

“Besides, domestic tours are more affordable,” the pretty landlady smiled. “I know that ‘aristocrats’ like me from poor families are a minority at school, and domestic tours mainly appeal to novelty rather than catering to a select few. I was worried about whether I could join you on your graduation trip, but at least I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Xiao Cheng, you’re so cute!” Feng Hua hugged her tightly. “Whether it’s a domestic or international trip, I’ll make sure you come with us!”

“If Xiao Cheng has any difficulties, Sha Zhen will definitely help!” Sha Zhen also stepped forward.

“No, that’s not what I meant…” the pretty landlady looked embarrassed.

The other girls, of course, knew that wasn’t what she meant, but they still teased the pretty landlady for a while before turning to discuss the preparations for the trip.

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