Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 13

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Episode 5 Synopsis:

Chapter 1: An Ominous Premonition

The airport was bustling today, but nothing for business.

The hall was packed with people, requiring a large number of staff to maintain order.

Glow sticks were flashing and waving, and whistles nearly suffocated the staff.

Tour guides frantically searched for their separated tourists, drenched in sweat, but the surging crowd pushed forward with unwavering unity, creating chaos that airport staff couldn't handle.

They weren't unprepared, but they underestimated the charm of a certain departing passenger and the powerful appeal of their fans. Caught off guard, airport operations nearly collapsed.

However, this mob-like group of fans, despite their immense size and difficulty in management, still managed to maintain a somewhat orderly line along the boarding route within the red-lined area, eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Soon, a black car, understated yet undeniably eye-catching, pulled up at the airport entrance. Sang, wearing sunglasses, stepped out, surrounded by twelve bodyguards.

The airport fell silent for a moment—followed by even louder screams and shouts, causing some bewildered tourists to look around.

The photographer had captured the perfect angle: when Sang. Singood flicked his blond hair and casually removed his sunglasses, the confidence and gentleness in his eyes seemed to pierce through the screen, captivating everyone.

"You all stand at the back, don't block everyone's view." As soon as he spoke, the fans automatically fell silent, allowing him to speak effortlessly, and the photographer easily picked up his voice.

The bodyguard frowned deeply and said a few words in English, "But..."

But he simply looked at the fans in front of him and smiled faintly, "I believe they wouldn't want to hurt me. Even if there were a gun pointed at me, to die surrounded by fans, wouldn't that be the greatest happiness for a singer?"

These words caused screams to erupt again, and many were moved to tears by the gentle words spoken in his deep, magnetic voice.

Sang. Seng Goode strode forward, accepting flowers and gifts from fans and shaking hands with each of them.

But no matter where he went or what direction he faced, photographers always managed to capture his face accurately.

"A new face! What's your name?" Seng Goode asked a little girl holding his hand.

"Luo Jing."

"Really, Luo Jing, a lovely name. Thank you for being my new fan, I'll remember you." He gently kissed her forehead, released her hand, and clasped another eagerly waiting hand.

Hundreds waited to shake his hand, and the superstar's progress was remarkably slow along the short walk of only a few hundred meters.

"Mr. Seng Goode!"

Amidst the commotion, a reporter from a well-known television station finally broke through the crowd and successfully approached the superstar, shoving his microphone tightly in his face.

Just as Seng Goode was about to speak, bodyguards intervened, dutifully and respectfully keeping the reporter a safe distance behind their target.

Behind the twelve bodyguards, a swarm of reporters, unable to cross the line yet stubbornly following behind, remained firmly in their tracks.

"Let them come over!" Sang. Singood surprisingly requested.

The bodyguards immediately stepped aside, and the reporters swarmed in like wolves, jostling and pushing for microphones bearing various company names.

"Mr. Sang. Singood, we heard you ran away from the autograph session, is that true?"

Seemingly anticipating this question, Sang... Singood simply smiled and replied, "That's right, because I'm visiting purely in a private capacity this time; the autograph session wasn't on my itinerary. I just didn't expect the fans to be so sharp-eyed, easily recognizing me even in disguise."

"So, what is the purpose of your private visit this time? Since you weren't planning on going to the autograph session, why did you pass by? Is your destination nearby?" "

Since it's a private trip, the purpose is naturally inconvenient to reveal. I can only say that the significance of this trip is a pilgrimage; passing by the autograph session venue was simply a matter of getting lost. Besides, the place I wanted to go to has long been demolished, so you don't need to bother gathering material." He remained expressionless.

"Mr. Singood, your words contradict yourselves!"

Among the reporters, a young man held up a copy of *Eye Weekly* and shouted—the cover featured his profile photo, with the words "Exclusive Report" printed in bold, bright red, brimming with ostentation.

"You emphasized a private trip as an excuse to avoid the autograph session, but you privately accepted an exclusive interview with *Eye Weekly*?"

Singood demanded. Looking at the shocked and hurt fans, Sang Senggood didn't deny it at all: "Yes, that's exactly what happened."

Seeing his open admission, the young reporter immediately seized the opportunity and pressed on, asking directly,

"Of course, Mr. Sang Senggood, you have the right to give a solo interview to a media outlet; but everyone knows that artists must first pass the screening process by their agents before accepting gigs. Did you break the rules this time because *Eye Weekly* offered an exorbitant price, or has there been ongoing friction between you and your agent?"

Faced with such a sharp question, Sang Senggood remained amiable: "I don't want to make things worse… but I think fans have the right to know the truth; I just don't want them to leave disappointed and uninformed, that's all."

The reporter immediately adopted a listening posture.

Sang Senggood first shifted to a more relaxed posture, then his expression turned cold.

"This trip was far from pleasant, especially the utter disappointment I felt about the security situation in your country."

He faced the camera directly, his gaze unwavering, even closing the distance as if speaking directly to someone.

"I regret that, in order to obtain an exclusive story about me, 'a certain weekly magazine' went so far as to use the pretext of interviewing a pretty girl on the street to inflict violence on my important friend, thereby forcing me into submission."

"Really..." The microphone volume was just right, and the fans immediately stirred.

The staff of "Eek Weekly," who had been smugly mingling among the reporters, suddenly vanished without a trace.

"You mean, this interview was not your own choice, but rather that the weekly magazine used illegal means to coerce you into submission?" the reporter further confirmed.

"Unfortunately, that is indeed the case." Sang. Singood confirmed, "I hope this terrible experience will only happen once, and that no more of my fans will become victims of the vicious competition in the media industry.

"I thought about it all night yesterday and felt that I couldn't let some unscrupulous media workers think this was an easy scheme to succeed in." To prevent such unpleasant and malicious behavior from happening again, I have decided... until my retirement, I will never again set foot in your country as an artist, nor will I accept any public or private interviews or fan meetings. I hope you will understand.”

He said this with conviction, and disbelief and astonishment immediately poured out from all sides.

“How could this be... Don’t abandon us!”

“Please don’t do this!”

“We can’t lose you!”

The fans cried out in anguish.

“Mr. Sang. Sunggood, are you really not going to reconsider?” The young reporter seemed frightened as well. An

international superstar’s declaration that he would not enter the country was tantamount to abandoning this market, and he said it clearly in front of the cameras of major television stations! Considering the dark mass of people behind him, this news would not be an exaggeration to say that it would be sensationalized for three days.

Moreover… such direct and undisguised criticism of the country's deteriorating security is simply an insult to the nation's dignity.

"Not all media outlets are as 'highly virtuous' as this weekly magazine. You can't generalize and condemn all media professionals!" Another reporter, sweating profusely, tried to salvage the situation.

"I understand. However, once bitten, twice shy, I hope you can all be understanding." Sang. Singood slowly retreated into the group of bodyguards, allowing the soldiers to separate the reporters again, while he headed towards the exit.

"Please wait! Don't make such a decision lightly, we really can't live without you!"

"We will never let this happen again!"

"We'll do anything for you!"

The fans screamed repeatedly.

Hearing the last sentence, Sang. Singood finally stopped.

"Will do anything for me? Are you serious?" He surveyed his surroundings, and the fans nodded frantically, the atmosphere instantly tense.

“Alright, I only have one simple request.”

He smiled, but his words were so incongruous: “I want to temporarily place ‘a certain weekly magazine’ at the bottom of the sales charts for three consecutive weeks. As long as the results are fairly determined and the magazine itself publishes the rankings in its own issue… Once this goal is achieved, I will retract my previous statement and hold one concert each in the north, central, and south, with free admission!”

“Really—”

the fans asked repeatedly, while the media reporters visible on camera exchanged bewildered glances, all wearing strange smiles.

“That’s really ruthless!” I exclaimed.

The revenue from just one concert is no less than the sales of “Yi Weekly” for three weeks!

How could he even think of such a way to get revenge!

I was wearing a bullfighting outfit, sitting in the living room with my beautiful landlady, my eyes glued to the television.

Yesterday’s—Monday’s issue of “Yi Weekly” was spread out on the table, right on the page with the interview with Sang. Singood.

The pretty landlady leaned back on the sofa, her hands and feet still wrapped in bandages—it was just abrasions, but Ryuya insisted on bandaging them to help them heal faster. As for me… because the landlady insisted on not touching me, I obediently sat down a seat away from her and locked onto the screen with her. Two days

had passed since the incident.

Her injuries weren't actually serious, but it's always unsightly for a girl to have so many marks.

Fenghua and the others, for some reason, insisted she stay in the dorm to recover, and even called two days of sick leave for her without explanation; anyone who didn't know the situation might have thought she was dying!

That day… it was really strange!

After Ryuya appeared to defuse the situation, Sang… Without being told, Sang approached with a beaming smile, his friendliness bordering on force, insisting that the reporter from *Yi Weekly* interview him, acting like a humble yet eager newcomer.

Of course, *Yi Weekly* also made a fortune from this report.

Who knew Sang… Seng Goode, however, was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Today, he suddenly stabbed "Eye Weekly" in the back, determined to cripple them!

Just like on TV, Seng Goode's unexpected turn of events portrayed "Eye Weekly" as utterly wicked, even gambling with his own business empire, leaving the beautiful landlady muttering, "...Why would he do this?"

Because you're Ryua and Yotsuba's roommate!

Anyone who knew Seng Goode even slightly wouldn't find this strange.

Seng Goode was infatuated with Yotsuba's mother, even wanting to marry Yotsuba because of it.

This kind of obsessive love, even if it was for Yotsuba's roommate, wasn't surprising; besides, he seemed to have an unclear relationship with Ryua.

However, while Seng Goode was busy being interviewed by "Eye Weekly" reporters that day, Ryua had taken the beautiful landlady back to the dormitory to apply medicine, so her incomprehension of Seng Goode's actions was understandable.

However, it would be more appropriate for Ryua or Yotsuba to explain this, lest "I, who shouldn't be in Yotsuba's bag," say something that might cause trouble and create further complications.

My situation is already awkward enough; let's avoid anything big or small...

"Maybe it was just a whim? But we're really lucky that a big star happened to be passing by!" I said.

The pretty landlady shook her head, as if denying something.

She looked back at the television, where a line of yellow text appeared on the left side of the screen: "Live Broadcast of a Superstar's Mysterious Entry

and Exit." Sang. Singood then turned back and said, "I didn't name names, and I hope the weekly magazine won't take it personally. The only purpose of doing this is to protect the safety of the fans.

I want the media trying to lure me in to know that this method might bring temporary benefits, but it will only come with greater losses! This is a warning, and also a symbol of valuing the fans! I believe that if you are interested, you can calculate the difference between the price I paid and the losses suffered by the other party."

"This isn't out of self-interest, nor is it reckless courage. I just want my fans to know that what I give back to them, which they love, is not danger!"

Then, a minute-long burst of applause and cheers erupted from the television speakers.

"YiWeekly is really finished this time!" I chuckled to myself.

If they really wanted to play this game, they could easily bring it down.

First, there was the requirement of having the lowest sales for three consecutive weeks. This meant that if it wasn't "consecutive," they could start over. With everyone united, that alone wouldn't be difficult to achieve. But if competitors were determined to sabotage it, they could simply have another weekly magazine suspend publication for a week in the third week, then buy another copy of YiWeekly, forcing them to start counting from the first week again.

During this time, other weekly newspapers could use YiWeekly as a laughingstock to boost sales, further satirizing its short-sightedness and greed.

And the role of "sabotager" could simply be filled by competitors taking turns, spreading the losses. No matter how you looked at it, YiWeekly would be the one to suffer the most. Unless *Yi Weekly* truly takes a three-week hiatus to discipline itself, it will eventually go bankrupt.

Furthermore, the second point—demanding that *Yi Weekly* publish its rankings in its own weekly publication—is a bit unreasonable!

People say, "Even if you lose, don't lose face." Every newspaper and weekly claims to have top sales figures; how could they admit their performance is appalling?

But under heavy sales pressure, if *Yi Weekly* doesn't want to close down, it will eventually have to bow down.

Losing sales and face—that's a huge humiliation!

I chuckled maliciously—it was truly gratifying; I think I'm starting to admire that peacock!

"Liuya is always so mysterious; I didn't expect she knew such a famous person." The beautiful landlady turned off the TV, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said to me, "Alright, you should probably go upstairs now."

"Huh? So soon!"

The clock on the wall only pointed to three. I was a little reluctant; it was rare to be able to swagger around the house so freely, and having to go back to my room so soon felt unsatisfying.

She glared at me with murderous eyes, and my primal survival instinct kicked in, making me jump up and rush upstairs.

Her intuition was right; a few minutes later, Feng Hua and the others jumped off the school bus, shouting, "Xiao Cheng! Something terrible has happened!"

Something terrible?

I immediately retreated to the stairwell and eavesdropped to hear what had happened.

Sama rushed in, her face beaming with excitement, and said to the pretty landlady, "Xiao Cheng, I have to tell you, Yotsuba won a ticket! It's a Ryougetsu ticket! That's amazing!" "

I was so shocked! I thought it was fake! I heard there are only two hundred opening ceremony tickets in the world, and Yotsuba won one! And I heard that the opening ceremony ticket has an extra feature: it allows four of the ticket holder's friends and family members to buy tickets at a 40% discount!" Fuka added excitedly.

"I didn't draw that," Yotsuba clarified as she entered. "Ryua gave it to me this morning."

"That's definitely your ticket," Ryua said. "A couple of days ago, the watermelon stand owner saw a lottery in the newspaper, and on a whim, he cut off a corner of the ticket, paid the postage with your money, and won this ticket. He said it was your good fortune and asked me to give it to you."

"That's not necessarily true. Although our Yotsuba always has good luck, there's no name written on the money, so how can we recognize who gave it to him?" Feng Hua took the ticket and examined it closely.

"He's the kind of person who always loses at gambling, yet he still gambles. That day, he only had the twenty yuan Yotsuba had given him, but he still won Liangyue's ticket. He was afraid that this unexpected windfall would bring him bad luck, but the coconut stand owner insisted on not letting him be cremated, so he asked me to bring it back,"

Ryua said.

"Watermelon stand? Coconut stand?" Fei Yue was shocked.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that the ticket is in Yotsuba’s hands. So many people are dreaming of it!” Feng Hua looked at it several times before returning it to Yotsuba.

“But the admission date is this Thursday. I’m afraid I can’t go.” Yotsuba looked at the opening ceremony ticket, unsure of what to do.

“Yeah, I have class that day. I can’t go.” Feng Hua sighed.

“Why not just ask for leave?” Fei Yue asked, puzzled.

“Of course not! It takes four hours just to fly to Liangyue Island! Even if you go back and forth in one day, how will you have the energy to attend class the next day? That would be equivalent to taking two days off!”

Feng Hua paused, then poked Fei Yue’s forehead and said, “Of course, taking two days off is nothing, but don’t forget, there are quizzes on Thursday and Friday. Your average score is already low enough. Can you handle getting two more zeros?”

“Okay… I know…” Fei Yue pouted. “If I can’t go, someone else has to go, right? Are we just going to let this ticket go to waste?”

“I’m not interested.” Liu Ya said without hesitation.

I'm neither a frog nor a prince, and although I can transform, I'm not Superman... You're a lady, don't do anything foolish!

She looked at me for a while, finally deciding she'd had enough, then suddenly pulled the covers up and lay down, still without saying a word.

It seemed she hadn't made up her mind yet.

I felt a temporary sense of relief, like I'd passed a dangerous hurdle. I glanced at the clock on the wall; there were still six and a half hours left.

Around noon, Yotsuba and Sama both came back. Fuuka was too late to return because she'd taken Hiizuki to the restaurant for lunch while they were preparing for tomorrow's quiz. Ryua's return was for unknown reasons.

The beautiful landlady thanked me sincerely, then went back to bed to rest after lunch. She was quite the actress.

I wondered what decision she would make, while also considering whether I should find a place to hide so that even if she really wanted to kiss me, she wouldn't be able to find me for a while. But I was afraid that opening the door would provoke her and lead to my own demise, so I decided to wait and see, staring at the seemingly lifeless clock, slowly counting the seconds.

For her, the struggle probably passed quickly!

Finally, the clock struck three, just two hours to go!

Then, she suddenly sat up.

This was truly the most terrifying moment of my life!

She put on her indoor shoes and walked towards me step by step, her eyes no longer flickering, while I was the complete opposite.

She lifted me onto the table, and I shifted uncomfortably, my feelings a mix of fear and anticipation.

"You...you..." Could she really be going to kiss me?

"Close your eyes." God, she really said it!

"This...this is my first time, please be gentle..." I slowly closed my eyes. This was my first kiss, and I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to "it" today!

My lips were slightly parted, feeling her breath getting closer and closer, my thoughts growing increasingly chaotic.

It's hard to describe what I felt; it was like being embraced by a lion, filled with potential danger.

Although I didn't have control, I felt a thrill at the gentleness behind her fierce facade, a thrill that broke through my defenses.

It was a shock...no, a "tremor"!

A sudden, heavy blow to the head sent me sprawling backward. She put down her inkstone, grabbed the remaining bandages without a word, and quickly bound me up like a dumpling.

"You…you actually betrayed me! This is fraud!" Now a roly-poly toy, I angrily swayed back and forth on the desk.

She truly was the reincarnation of a scorpion woman! I trusted her so much, and she took advantage of this to attack me!

"I can't keep my promise; this is the third method I can think of." She seemed much more energetic now.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you just destroyed me?" I growled in a low voice.

"I have no intention of doing that." She stuffed a handkerchief into my mouth, grabbed me, picked up a book from the table, and headed straight for Yin You's room.

"Since you refuse to go, I have no choice but to use force."

"Ugh!" I tried to scream, but the gauze in my mouth was stuffed so tightly that my lips felt like they were about to split open; any movement caused excruciating pain, yet I couldn't spit it out.

“If you want Yin You to find out, then go ahead and yell.” She glanced at me coldly, went up to the third floor, and instead of knocking on Yin You’s door, went to the bathroom first, placing the book she was holding on the sink.

Then, she retraced her steps, knocked on the door, and said to Yin You, “Just now… there seemed to be a book in the bathroom, was it your piano sheet music?”

“I’ll go check.”

Yin You went to check without suspicion, and the beautiful landlady seized the opportunity to slip into her room, her gaze immediately fixed on the suitcase on the bed and a light duffel bag.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…” Without any excitement for the journey, I squirmed, unwilling to always be controlled by her.

She didn’t stop there, continuing her outrageous actions, stuffing me into the suitcase.

I tried to get out, but she simply shoved me into the bottom, so I would never see the light of day again.

“Xiao Cheng, is this ‘Disem’ yours?” Yin You asked, entering the room with a biography of a great man.

The pretty landlady turned away in a panic, forcing a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't ask permission..."

"It's alright, I'm almost done packing anyway."

Even though my whole body was wrapped in bandages, my resilience shouldn't be underestimated. Even an earthworm without hands or feet can still burrow underground, right? I had just peeked out from the pile of clothes when I saw Yin You about to hand the book to the pretty landlady.

The landlady said a few things, perhaps she was seeing things, but didn't take the book.

"Keep it with you! It'll keep you entertained on the plane. I won't need it for the next few days anyway," she said with a smile, trying to mislead me.

I was about to roll out of the suitcase when she inadvertently looked down and saw me. I was about to scream when she shoved me back into the suitcase.

She was really cunning—the pretty landlady pretended to be dizzy, lost her balance, and fell onto the bed, her weight pressing down on the suitcase, locking it with a "click!"

In the second chapter of episode five

, the competition begins. The pretty landlady, in the shortest possible time, took my suitcase—along with me—out of the dormitory and boarded the school bus with Yin You.

After leaving the school gate, we transferred to another bus directly to the airport. At customs, I still cowardly disguised myself as a rag doll and went through the normal procedures, being put into the overhead bins.

The plane, as the pretty landlady had hoped, took to the clear sky.

Damn it, this time I'll consider it a forced encounter; next time I won't let her manipulate me so easily!

I mentally conjured up her face, equating her with any word related to "cunning" and "despicable," to vent my resentment.

The temperature in the overhead bins was a bit high, and the deafening roar of the turbojet engines on the wings had finally subsided somewhat.

The pretty landlady is too naive; did she really think she could hide it for these two days?

Now that I'm human, how am I going to explain my identity to Yin You, and why I'm on Xianyue Island?

Getting close to Yin You wasn't difficult; the trouble was explaining and covering it up afterwards. She was just going to an opening concert, why was everyone so worried?

The worst part was, this was my first time flying in my memory!

No first class, no business class, and the service was even worse than economy class! And there were no meals or pretty flight attendants; I was stuck with piles of luggage. If there was turbulence, I'd have to be constantly on guard against being crushed.

This airline, known for its excellent service, is just a facade! The service drops drastically in places passengers can't see—it's really tough on me!

But these are just hindsight complaints. I'm already on this "thief's plane," what am I supposed to do? I can't afford to do bungee jumping without a rope.

Luckily, Yin You's beautiful dress was my cushion; I just hoped these four hours wouldn't drive me crazy.

I rolled over; the bullfighting dress made my round lower body almost stuck inside the suitcase—it was so uncomfortable. Judging by this, falling asleep would probably require considerable skill and a lot of sleepiness!

Just then, the plane suddenly started shaking, roughly shoving the suitcase like a cradle.

Damn it, when did I become so infallible? I just mentioned turbulence, and here it is!

This shaking completely shook away my sleepiness. I vaguely felt the suitcase sliding, and then…

“Bang!” It fell to the ground.

I don’t know what mechanism was triggered, but the lock popped open, and the suitcase opened with a thud. I, along with Yin You’s personal belongings, rolled straight out of the suitcase, spinning wildly inside.

I hit the floor face down. Although the plush toy was soft, it was useless.

“What the hell… what the hell!” I yelled.

This awful feeling felt like I was back in that night at the sex shop.

I struggled to turn over, but the sight of those suitcases “floating” in mid-air, facing me, almost made me swear.

I twisted my lower body with all my might, rolling forcefully to the right, but I miscalculated that my head and feet were not of equal length. My lower body circled around my head, and a brown suitcase, clearly meant to kill me, crashed down—"Thump!"

My ears went deaf; I couldn't hear anything at all!

Was I dead?

No, had I become a ghost?

If the floor hadn't been still shaking, I would have truly thought I was doomed!

I opened my eyes; a pile of luggage was still flying through the air. I felt a wet patch on my back; the brown suitcase had hit where my lower body had been, almost blowing my head off!

This turbulence seemed terrifying; panicked screams from passengers echoed one after another, while the captain and flight attendants tried their best to calm them down.

Damn it, what a waste of my good fortune! You all have seatbelts, oxygen masks, and life vests, while I only have a mascot costume! I muttered to myself.

Having a large lower body is such a problem; no wonder so many women are obsessed with slimming their lower bodies these days—they must be afraid of not being able to escape in time! If I had a next life, I would definitely support this life-or-death weight loss movement and try my best to get government attention and subsidies!

This turbulence lasted a full twenty minutes. I rolled along a winding path, dodging one "bomb" after another. Every step felt like a gamble with my life; it was either survival or death. The difficulty was no less than charging through a hail of bullets.

And amidst all this, the carelessness of the staff was evident!

There seemed to be few passengers boarding; the cargo hold was empty, and passengers' luggage was piled up haphazardly, just enough to fit!

Who has ever seen luggage stacked flat from bottom to top, like building blocks? Even more outrageous, the airline didn't even use straps to secure it, letting the top few layers of luggage move around freely, like they were practicing gliding and ice skating. Some suitcases with lower surface friction were displaced by the turbulence, turning the stacked tower into a dangerous structure.

They simply treated human lives like dirt!

Perhaps it was the fermenting sense of justice within me, but my chest gradually warmed up, and this heat expanded, stretching my body. —I almost forgot, since last night, because I was so worried about when my beautiful landlady would make her decision, I hadn't dared to transform. Had twenty-three hours already passed so quickly?

As my appearance changed, all my bones cracked and popped. Luckily, the beautiful landlady used gauze to bind me, preventing me from suffering multiple complex fractures.

But I wasn't much better off—the elastic gauze was stretched to its limit. My hands were behind my back, my legs were bent backward below the knees, and my neck was constricted by several layers of gauze, forcing my head back at a ninety-degree angle. I almost died!

The only saving grace was that, as a human, my arms and legs were longer, and my muscles and bones were much more flexible. If I took my time, the restraints weren't impossible to untie.

I tried my best to get my right hand's five fingers out of the gauze, then, relying on touch, I bent my fingers, gradually loosening the knots, but it was incredibly difficult.

After the gauze was stretched, the knot tightened even more, becoming smaller and tighter. I pulled and pulled, but the knot, having lost all its elasticity, remained hard and unyielding.

Although difficult, I couldn't maintain this position for an hour!

I endured the soreness and patiently tried to loosen it. After what seemed like an eternity, the knot finally loosened a little. I was overjoyed and felt a surge of energy, even though my hands and feet were almost numb and my head felt foggy from a stroke.

Just then, the overhead luggage compartment door suddenly opened, and a young, pretty flight attendant with short hair stood at the doorway, staring dumbfounded at my awkward position.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

"I'm sorry, ma'am... due to turbulence, most of the luggage has shifted and tipped over. Finding your personal belongings correctly will likely require considerable manpower..." the flight attendant said hastily.

“No, my daughter can’t sleep without that doll, and you don’t want her to cry all the way, do you?”

“But… okay, please wait a moment, I’ll go get someone to help. Please don’t go into the overhead luggage compartment alone, it would be terrible if you got crushed by the luggage.”

“I know, hurry, hurry!”

I was very nervous listening from inside.

The flight attendant clearly wanted to get help to deal with my “trouble”, and if I got caught, I would be in big trouble!

I sped up my work, and just when the knot was only a third loosened, the flight attendant returned with reinforcements.

“Madam, we guarantee we’ll find your luggage, would you like to go back to your seat and wait?” a man’s voice said.

“No, I want to stay here so you don’t take the wrong luggage,” the woman insisted.

“No, as long as you have the correct baggage number, there’s absolutely no chance of taking the wrong luggage. Besides, your daughter just went through turbulence and must be very scared. She needs your company right now, doesn’t she?

I’ll go back to your seat with you!” the flight attendant said gently.

She cleverly managed to distract the passengers and said to the man, “I have the baggage number. Please wait here for me to come back.”

“No problem,” the man agreed, standing guard outside the door. I breathed a slight sigh of relief and anxiously but cautiously untied the knot, seeing that only half of it remained.

A few minutes later, the flight attendant returned, and I heard her barely audible voice, as if she was explaining what she had seen to her companion. Then, the door was kicked open, and the man rushed in. It turned out to be a tall, thin flight attendant;

judging from the force with which he kicked the door, he was clearly a trained fighter.

I hid behind a pile of luggage, my hands now free, but my legs were still bound like a mummy. Sweating profusely, I silently unwrapped the bandage on my foot, glancing occasionally at Yin You's half-open suitcase beside me.

Most of the scattered items had been stuffed back in, but the bullfighting outfit my pretty landlady had bought me was ruined.

I had no idea what to wear for the next two days, but what worried me most was time;

I peeked at the two flight attendants… Time! How much time was left before the transformation ended?

“Strange, he’s gone!” the flight attendant said.

“Hey, really? A naked man playing SM by himself in the overhead bins?” the male flight attendant asked, suppressing a laugh, his attitude not very serious.

“Would I deliberately make a joke that damages my image?” From her words, the flight attendant seemed a little angry; she stomped on the male flight attendant’s foot aggressively.

A naked man playing SM ?

Are you kidding me? I’m neither a submissive nor an SM, just a poor wretch being forcibly subjected to violence by my pretty landlady!

“Ouch… Okay, okay, I know!” the male flight attendant said, clutching his bent right foot, his face contorted as he began to examine it.

The flight attendant followed closely behind him, occasionally saying, "Be careful, that person might still be hiding here."

The two gradually approached me, and soon found a wad of discarded gauze I had thrown on the ground.

The flight attendant, feigning innocence, exclaimed, "See? I really didn't misjudge, that person is definitely here!"

"The credibility is only twenty percent at the moment," the flight attendant said softly.

He picked up the gauze and examined it for a few moments, then asked, "Look, no bloodstains, no wound secretions, not even warmth… Tell me, why did that person take off all their clothes and wrap themselves up like that?"

"I'm not him, how would I know?" the flight attendant said irritably. "We can't understand the thoughts of those kinds of people! If you're curious, ask them properly after we find him!"

"I just suspect…" the flight attendant reasoned, "Why would an ordinary person have the time to tie themselves up like that? Could someone else have done it? Could it be that the person who was tied up stumbled upon something, like someone planting a bomb in the overhead bins…?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense! We're on an airplane now!" the flight attendant immediately tensed up. She ran to the door and looked outside before straightening her face and berating the flight attendant.

"Don't you know passengers are very sensitive? Especially first-time flyers, they're so neurotic. If they hear about these baseless speculations, it'll cause a huge commotion!

And weren't you watching from outside the door the whole time? There are some empty seats in the overhead bins, but do you think you wouldn't notice if two people were hiding there?"

After being scolded, the flight attendant touched his nose without saying anything and began searching around.

Meanwhile, I, who had already hidden inside my suitcase when the time was up, watched their actions through the gap just before he found the gauze, and gently closed the lid. A short while

later, the flight attendant finished his inspection, found nothing, and said to the flight attendant, "Not even a fly. After you left, I stayed right outside the door the whole time. I swear on my life, absolutely no one left from here."

"You mean I was wrong?" the flight attendant said, slightly agitated.

"I didn't say that, but at least I think that bundle of gauze is very suspicious," the flight attendant said, feigning surrender. "However, you're not lying and I didn't see wrong either. Where did the person in the overhead bins go? Did they jump off the plane, or are they hiding in the suitcases?"

"The suitcases...that's possible!" The flight attendant's words left me breathless.

"Hey, are you confused! We can't just rummage through passengers' luggage unless they ask us to!"

"Of course, I know the flight attendant rules better than you do!" the flight attendant said. "...Never mind, since we didn't find the person, let's just say I was seeing things! Don't forget we still need to retrieve the doll for Mrs. C5; baggage number 52. Also, we need to find time to tidy this place up properly later; if the passengers see it like this, they'll be furious!"

"Seriously, there's never enough work to do!" the flight attendant complained, then began searching, and soon the two left.

I remained on edge, wondering when someone else would come into the overhead bins for a thorough search or something.

After holding out for a while longer, the engine noise suddenly increased again; the plane seemed to be about to land.

I stayed hidden in my suitcase, listening to the sounds outside, and somehow somehow we crossed the border, got on a bus, and arrived at our hotel with Yinyou.

After checking in at the counter, a staff member immediately took our luggage. Whether it was a professional requirement or because of Yinyou's status as the main performer at her piano recital, they were very respectful to her.

Arriving at Xianyue Island, it was already late, and Yinyou seemed tired. She went to her room, washed up, and went to bed early.

I, too, was exhausted from the long period of tension and soon fell asleep.

The true fulfillment of the "prophecy" began the next morning, which was also the start of the beautiful landlady's ominous prediction.

After morning call, around 7:30, Yinyou had just changed her clothes when the doorbell rang.

"Miss Yinyou, I'm the director of the Xianyue Concert Hall. I'm sorry to bother you so early, but there's something urgent I need to tell you immediately!" A hurried voice came from the intercom on the wall next to the door.

Yin You opened the door. A man with a mustache stood outside, panting heavily, as if he had rushed there.

"Is this Director Bell? Please come in." Yin You turned and poured him a glass of water.

"Thank you..." The director looked around the room and asked, "Miss Yin You, did you sleep well last night?"

"Very quiet, and the air conditioning was just right." Yin You smiled. "By the way, what's this urgent matter you mentioned?"

The director blushed, and stammered, "This...it's really difficult to say..."

"Please speak, I'm mentally prepared." Yin You guessed calmly, "Is it that the concert hall was threatened and asked to cancel tomorrow's concert?"

"It's a little better than that." The director smiled wryly.

"This morning, the cleaning staff discovered that the concert piano had been vandalized by unknown assailants. They probably broke in last night! Although it was repaired, the damage is too severe; it's probably unusable. Even the spare piano wasn't spared. I've ordered a new piano to be urgently delivered, and it should arrive around noon. However, considering the time needed for tuning and detailed inspection..."

"Anyway, will it be able to make it to tomorrow's concert?" The voice was as gentle as a breeze.

“If there are no unexpected incidents during the transport, there will be absolutely no problem. It's just that the rehearsal might not be until after 5 PM.” The director smiled wryly again.

“It’s alright, as long as we have enough time. I’ve made ample preparations, and the rehearsal part isn’t really necessary.” Yin You remained calm.

“However, all of this is my responsibility…”

“Director, now that the accident has happened, you’ve already ordered people to handle it promptly, haven’t you? I’m very grateful to you. Even if we still can’t make it in time, I think the guests will understand.” Yin You said, “Besides that, I have another question to ask. How do I get to Liangyue Island?”

“Liangyue Island? Ah, yes, today is the opening day of Liangyue Water Park.”

The director unconsciously stroked his mustache and said, “I heard from people there that there will be many interesting large-scale events, but to enter, you must have an opening ticket, or a 60% discount ticket purchased under the opening ticket…”

“Please don’t worry about the entry.” Yin You said softly.

“I see…” the hall manager said, “Liangyue Island and Xianyue Island also have considerable interests to some extent; there’s a small port to the northeast, which is only a twenty-minute boat ride away. Miss Yinyou, I’ll have the hotel prepare a swimsuit for you immediately.”

The fact that the concert was spared cancellation and that Yinyou had forgiven him relieved the hall manager, and after a few words, he excused himself.

Within minutes, two waitresses came to measure Yinyou’s bust, waist, and hip measurements. Almost immediately after the results were in, a third waitress, who had been waiting outside with a cart full of swimsuits, brought in a swimsuit of the right size.

With the swimsuit and ticket, the rest was no problem! As

soon as Yinyou entered the bathroom with the swimsuit, I immediately reverted to human form, crawled out from under the bed, put on a bathrobe from the closet, and caught up with the third waitress from behind. While she was talking to guests in other rooms, I successfully stole a pair of swim trunks from the cart.

After finding an empty room to change, and finding the size to be a decent fit, I boarded the yacht ahead of everyone else and headed to Liangyue Island.

There were quite a few people on the yacht, including many men like me who had changed into their swimsuits.

However, they were all dressed casually in shirts or undershirts, leaving me completely naked except for my swim trunks. This attracted a lot of stares as I passed by. I could only lie on the side of the boat, pretending to be focused on the waves.

After what seemed like forever, we finally arrived at Liangyue Island!

I jumped off the boat and waited for Yin You at the ticket checkpoint at the entrance. After waiting for one boat, I saw her.

She stood at the bow, leaning gently against the railing, wearing a thin, waist-length hooded long-sleeved jacket. The white jacket's zipper was open, revealing a light blue bikini underneath, her alluring figure captivating all the men on the boat.

I waited on the shore. As soon as she disembarked, I immediately approached her and struck up a conversation: "You're Yin You, right?"

She looked at me strangely, slightly puzzled, and asked, "Excuse me... who are you?"

I had anticipated this question and immediately replied calmly, "I'm Xiao Mo, I'm Piao... Xiao Cheng asked me to come."

To gain her trust, I told her a lot about the girls' dormitory, such as the origin of her opening ticket, the reason she came to Liang Yue Island from Xian Yue Island, and even the title of the biography of a great man that the pretty landlady lent her. The more she listened, the more surprised she became.

"But... why would Xiao Cheng ask you to come?"

"Because she said she had a 'bad feeling'!" I said almost through gritted teeth.

Just because of those five words, I was "S" and almost exposed my identity. She will definitely get her comeuppance!

"Something bad did happen, but it's not something you can help with," Yin You said regretfully.

"I know what you mean, but the 'bad feeling' she mentioned doesn't seem to be about the concert being disrupted."

This sentence contained a very high element of gambling! The reason the pretty landlady insisted I come here must be because Yin You needs—or at least someone the landlady trusts and who's free enough to come to Liangyue Island—to get through this trouble.

While the piano incident wasn't exactly a good thing, it wasn't unsolvable; otherwise, all the suffering I'd endured along the way would have been a huge injustice.

Yin You, who also understood the landlady's personality and abilities, pondered for a moment, looked towards the ticket checkpoint, and turned back to tell me, "Actually, I originally just planned to come here to redeem my participation prize."

"Then I definitely can't leave. If you didn't intend to participate in the first place, Xiao Cheng's premonition wasn't about the competition itself, but something else. In other words, if 'something' doesn't go against your original intention, then I'll have to help you through this difficult time!" I analyzed.

"So, does deciding to participate mean there won't be any problems?" she asked.

"Logically, yes," I said…not entirely certain. "But for your safety, let me stay with you, okay?"

"Yes, thank you." She gave a gentle smile.

The registration area was right next to the entrance, easy to spot and very noticeable. Four long tables were lined up in a straight line, with twelve employees in charge.

Only two hundred opening tickets were available, and even assuming the four included 60% off tickets sold out, the number of visitors to Liangyue Island wouldn't exceed one thousand. With a rough estimate of one hundred employees at the water park, the total number of visitors wouldn't exceed one thousand one hundred. For

a small island no smaller than ten football fields, accommodating one thousand one hundred people was hardly enough. Subtracting the number of cheerleaders, the twelve employees were more than capable of handling the registration crowd.

Yin You walked towards one of the empty tables, and I followed behind her.

"Want to register?" a young woman wearing a dolphin hat asked with a bright smile.

"Yes," she replied, her eyes clear and bright.

"Okay, please fill out your personal information here first." The employee pushed the registration form in front of her, then got up and began rummaging through a pile of large cardboard boxes behind her chair.

"Today's event is fantastic, it would be a shame to miss it! And the prizes are amazing too. The grand prize is a water piano made by Master Blair, the second prize is a sailboat, the third prize is a jet ski, and the fourth prize is..."

I clearly saw Yin You's slender body tremble. She turned around, her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.

I knew she wanted that grand prize.

Perhaps she didn't want to participate in the competition at first, but the "water piano" was incredibly tempting.

Before I conveyed the beautiful landlady's premonition, she herself probably wasn't even sure if she would participate, so now she was turning to me for an answer.

However, at this moment, I was also caught in a dilemma that seemed to go on endlessly.

Did the beautiful landlady want me to help Yin You win the competition? Or should I take her away from Liangyue Island as soon as possible? Even if I asked the beautiful landlady this question to her face, she probably wouldn't be able to answer it.

In that case, I'll leave it to Yin You—or perhaps fate!

"I'll always be by your side, you can choose whatever you want!"

What's meant to be will be. Even if I chose the wrong side, at least I'm here. Although I don't know what kind of terrible thing it will be, facing it together is always better than bearing it alone.

"Thank you." It seems she's made up her mind and determined to participate.

I immediately filled out the registration form, the information… needless to say, was obviously fake!

"Here, this is your underwater telescope!" The employee handed us the gift, and I smiled at Yin You, saying, "This is really great. I'll give my participation prize to Yotsuba, and you can keep yours."

“I want to give this to Sama; she seems to want it too,” she said, holding the box.

“Really?” Sama… I haven’t spoken to her in a long time!

If it weren’t for her protection, I wouldn’t have survived to this day; thinking of her innocent and romantic smile, and all the little things we did together… maybe I really should find some time to go back and visit her.

As I walked towards the venue with Oto, my thoughts kept wandering back to those memories.

After the organizer’s enthusiastic introduction, I roughly understood the content of the competition.

Simply put, it was a challenge game for teams of two or three (whether it was really that simple was hard to say). Teams would get different scores based on the order in which they cleared the levels, and the team’s actual score would be calculated by adding the extra bonus points earned at each level.

In other words, the first person to reach the finish line wasn’t necessarily the winner, but the odds of winning were definitely high.

In the end, the team with the highest score would win, and the scores of the next team would decrease, thus increasing their ranking.

The competition covered the entire Ritsuki Island and used more than 80% of the water park’s rides—in short, it was nominally a competition, but in reality, it was a promotional event for the host location.

Liangyue Island is shaped like a round knife, with artificial bays carved into its northwest and southeast.

These bays are roughly the same size and symmetrical, making Liangyue Island appear from the air like a large circle encompassing two smaller blue circles, or like two crescent moons back to back.

The competition starts from the south of Liangyue Island, with eight stages of varying difficulty. There were many participants, and the actual number of teams… I was too lazy to count, but it's safe to say that almost everyone who came to Liangyue Island participated.

"Then, the competition officially begins!" the host roared into the microphone. "First stage, the beer mug pushing contest!"

He pointed behind him to thirty long tables arranged in parallel rows.

Each table was about three meters long and, without exception, dripping wet. At one end sat a transparent beer mug filled with beer, and about thirty centimeters from the other end, a red tape mark served as a marker.

Contestants must push their beer glasses across the safe area marked by red tape to pass the challenge. If the glass slides off the side of the table or falls due to excessive force, the contestant fails.

This is a very common game with simple rules.

However, the host wasn't finished.

"According to statistics, there are 317 participating teams. Each team should send a representative to draw a number. The last digit of the number determines the table number for pushing the beer glasses, while the hundreds and tens digits determine the order of pushing. If there is no hundreds digit, please fill in a zero.

"As you can see, the table numbers are one to ten, so each number will be assigned to teams 31 to 32. But don't worry, each table number has three tables, numbered 1, 2, and 3. The staff will divide you into three groups for the competition, so each table will actually be used by only eleven teams."

"Simply put, if you draw number 21, you can push the trophy with team number 1 of 1|1 and team number 11 of 1|2 simultaneously. Obviously, the higher the number you draw, the more disadvantageous it is!

"Some may think this is unfair, but I want to say that before the draw, each team is on equal footing. Reality is cruel, and luck is also part of skill. The game does not guarantee that the first team to push the trophy will advance first. Losing teams must return to the back of the long line to rejoin, and those who fail five times in a row are eliminated.

"In addition, those who do not advance within one hour are also eliminated on the spot! Each team has three pushes per round, which can be limited to a single pusher or have team members take turns pushing the trophy. If there is no objection, please come forward and draw a number. After the draw, the countdown will begin!"

The host patted the transparent plastic ball next to him, and the fan at the bottom of the ball spun, the powerful wind blowing the paper slips inside the ball flying wildly.

If Yotsuba were here right now, drawing the best number would definitely not be a pipe dream! I couldn't help but think this. But when I looked back at Yin You, I felt like she wanted to give me the right to draw lots, and I suddenly felt immense pressure.

Sigh, forget it! I'm just a jinx; if I draw a number in the hundreds, it'll be a bad start, and I'll be half dead!

Besides, Yin You has been living with Si Ye for over a year; her luck should have improved to some extent, right?

"Oh right, Si Ye's opening ceremony ticket!" Remembering a secret weapon, I clapped my hands and couldn't help but exclaim excitedly.

Si Ye's spare change was enough for the watermelon stand owner to get an opening ceremony ticket; it shouldn't be difficult for us to draw a good one with her ticket!

"Here it is." Yin You immediately tried to hand me the ticket.

"No, no, it's more suitable for you to go." I explained, "Si Ye willingly gave you the ticket; the 'blessing' effect should be the greatest. If you transfer it to me, it might not be as effective."

"Is that so…" She glanced at the opening ceremony ticket in her hand, then stepped forward and pulled a folded-three-fold paper slip from the plastic ball.

“I’m terrible at lottery draws.” She handed me the fortune slip, seemingly afraid to face the result.

“Let me handle this shocking difficulty!” I took a deep breath, holding the fortune slip, the number inside still unknown.

Yotsuba’s “luck” is a strange spiritual ability, its reach unpredictable, always feeling unsettling even when I want to rely on it.

It’s like praying to a temple for divine protection; even if you get a talisman and carry it with you constantly, who knows if the divine power will work?

I slowly opened the fortune slip. Although Yin You said she was scared, she stood beside me, watching the opening of the slip with a mixture of anticipation and unease.

“Opening it?”

I held the slip, now only folded, and exchanged a glance with her. She nodded.

Okay! Since I already have it, no amount of coyness will change the number!

“One…two…three, open!” Counting to three, I forcefully opened the slip, revealing two startled eyes! "

Number 91!

'Well... not bad, at least we're within the top 100. There are only two teams ahead of us. Didn't the host say... that the first to push the glass doesn't guarantee a first pass? Skill is the most important thing.' I could only offer words of comfort.

'But, something's strange here.' She examined the two Arabic numerals, pointing her index finger at the small hook at the base of the number 1: 'Could this number be upside down?'

I immediately flipped the slip over, and sure enough, the small hook at the top of the number 1 had turned into a leftward slant.

'It's number 16!' I exclaimed in disbelief, as if I had won the grand prize.

The first person to push the glass at table 6-2!

'Great!' Yin You clasped her hands together gently and smiled softly.

'Let's go!' I took her hand and headed straight for table 6, where some contestants who had already secured their table positions had already started pushing their glasses.

What happened next can only be described as 'miraculous.' I calculated the direction of the force and pushed the beer glass, successfully sliding into the safe zone on the first try, stopping steadily in the center, with divine precision."

"Let's go, to the next location!" Having passed the first level so quickly, we were ready to move on to the second, but were stopped by the staff at table 6-2.

"It's not that easy, there's a second part to this level!" The staff pointed to the left.

In the distance was a blue rectangular area, roughly the size of four basketball courts.

A dozen or so transparent inflatable beer mugs were laid out on the field, each about three meters tall, with a red duct tape marking about eight-tenths full as a baseline.

Around the rectangular field was a platform about five meters high, tilted inwards at a thirty-degree angle, resembling a funnel, from which countless yellow soft plastic balls were constantly rolling.

"Part Two—'The Beer's Counterattack,' good luck to you two!" a staff member laughed.

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