Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 5

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Episode 2, Chapter 5: The Mascot

"What are you doing here!" Crimson glass shattered on the floor. The girl in the white lab coat, oblivious to the pain in her wrist, glared fiercely. Her once captivating face, capable of outshining all beauties, now resembled that of a demon. "I told you, it's either you or me."

Her fists clenched, she bit her cherry-red lower lip in anger, unable to conceal the burning hatred in her eyes. She was like a discarded woman, reunited with her heartless lover, old and new grudges surging, their eyes blazing with hatred.

"Yingying, you're hurt?" The boy behind her, busy cleaning up, exclaimed.

"Consider it a greeting before the battle. This is the last time." The paparazzi remained impeccably composed.

"The last time? How many times have you shamelessly said 'last time'?" The girl sneered coldly. "Scum like you doesn't deserve to live!"

"Yingying, you're bleeding! Does it hurt? Quick, come with me to the infirmary!" The boy continued his incessant wailing.

Strange, why does that dark face against the white shirt look so familiar…?

“This is a school, we’re all students, necessary meetings are inevitable. Encounters in the hallways and public gatherings can be excluded,” the voyeur said slowly.

“Screw your exclusions! Who gave you permission to be the rule-maker?”

“Yingying, that’s enough, the report isn’t ready yet…” the boy tried to smooth things over, but was immediately punched in the nose.

“Don’t call me that!”

Ah, it’s C!

I finally recognized the comical clown who kept winking and gesturing to the voyeur behind the girl, but immediately dismissed it.

Aside from his shamelessness, he was a completely different person at heart.

What’s going on? The resilience and masculinity C displayed on the deserted island had vanished without a trace, turning him into a mere follower who only knew how to please a beautiful woman, devoid of any personality.

I believe the voyeur and I saw the same scene, but his reaction was completely different from my bewildered reaction.

Utterly ordinary.

C seemed to be trying to hint at something, constantly gesturing and making expressions, but his body language was incredibly unprofessional. After gesturing for ages, all I got were "Run!", "Please don't mess with her!", and "This woman is...appropriate!"

It was obvious she was.

I looked suspiciously at the perpetrator. With his talent and his relationship with C, he should understand more than I did, but he remained unmoved, his defensive smile seemingly defying the eerie atmosphere rising in the science classroom. What was he up to?

Seeing that the perpetrator wouldn't leave, and the girl's anger nearing its limit, C turned pale, sweating profusely, his gestures becoming increasingly urgent. But when the girl seemed to realize something was wrong and turned to look, he quickly switched to a second, obsequious face.

What was going on? Was he playing a game of dual personality?

Judging from his nervousness, they weren't just classmates. Was she a girl? Childhood sweethearts? Or girlfriend?

I couldn't hide my curiosity and speculated about the relationship between the three of them. The first thing that popped into my mind was a third-rate love triangle involving waiting, infatuation, and betrayal. But looking at the way C interacted with the girl and the voyeur, could this be another tragic, nauseating drama of "a younger sister falling for a man who doesn't love her, being cruelly manipulated and abandoned, and finally deciding to take revenge"?

It didn't seem so, because there was no hostility between C and the voyeur; in fact, C almost always defended him. If that's the case, then only the third possibility remained: "a younger sister who secretly loves her older brother and reacts strongly to his relationship with his lover."

I assessed the voyeur's smile—yes, it was indeed captivating! And look at C's strong physique… certainly reliable enough to lean on! Finally, I slipped over to the girl's stunningly beautiful face and curvaceous figure.

Sigh… no wonder you're still resentful!

"Since that's the case, how about I create a great opportunity for you to turn things around?" The voyeur actually offered her advice.

The girl remained silent, hesitant to agree, perhaps suspecting her rival's offer might be a trap.

"Is this your decision? All that effort I put into preparing this exciting prize was for nothing." The voyeur casually tossed out the bait: "Fanor Hotel, a night of your own choosing. You can ravage and abuse me as you please, without a single complaint."

Luckily, there was no liquid in my mouth, or I certainly wouldn't have been able to resist its force.

What a sudden plot twist! A sudden, unexpected SM? The voyeur was actually using a handsome man's charm to scare me?

"Really?" The girl's beautiful eyes sparkled, but it sent chills down my spine.

If I went straight in, I'd come out lying on my back!

“Not a single word is false.” The paparazzi, equally determined, continued, “But you must also bear an equal punishment.”

“Speak!”

“Keep dressed as a girl for another semester.” He grinned wickedly, “And this time, you’ll be called Flower.”

C, who had been silent all along, burst out laughing at the worst possible time, but only once.

Then, sensing the deadly danger of losing his offspring, he instinctively kowtowed and knelt, dodging the girl’s vicious kick to the groin.

As for me, I desperately fought against the rapidly contracting muscles in my eyes, lest my eyeballs fall out of their sockets!

Good heavens, the alluring beauty is actually a man?

The paparazzi’s malicious revelation completely disrupted the plot I had envisioned. I rubbed my eyes again and again in disbelief, but the white-clad rose’s feminine charm remained undiminished.

…Truly a bizarre case!

"When? Where? How will we win?" Perhaps C's method of apology was too humble, so the girl could only reluctantly spare the lives of his descendants and continue her tense standoff with the paparazzi.

"See you two days later at the sports meet. We'll discuss the decisive events then," the paparazzi said. "One sentence?"

"You're going to lose!" The girl was arrogant, beautiful yet prickly.

The paparazzi carried me away unhurriedly, looking relaxed and carefree. He searched me with a microscope, showing no trace of the tension he had just felt after accepting the life-or-death bet.

Or was he already convinced he would win? Was he being too confident?

I didn't understand what he was planning, but it certainly wasn't anything good. Given his despicable nature, he would definitely push the Rose Girl into a corner first, then force her to change into another charming and luxurious lace dress.

"Why do that?" People aren't born knowing whether they're male or female, and even if they could, there's no need to change according to someone else's preferences.

A dashing young man dressed as a beautiful woman—this is hardly a normal fetish.

"Because it suits him," the paparazzi declared forcefully.

Outrageous!

Not every man is averse to women's clothing, but the word "forced" changes everything. It's clear he's unwilling…no, he hates it.

I remained silent with disdain, unable to find the words to refute him.

Her graceful figure seemed to sway alluringly before me, stirring my heart. The unadorned fire in her eyes burned the blood of anyone who looked directly at her, and her cheeks, flushed with anger, added to her captivating beauty. Such a girl should be a beauty that could topple kingdoms; being born a man is a true waste!

"Isn't that right?"

I nodded, as if hypnotized.

If gender could be decided by voting, I think no amount of morality or reason would matter.

"What's her real name?" I couldn't help but inquire. It seems curiosity isn't just a cat and woman's prerogative.

The paparazzi smirked.

"Before Yingying was Rourou, and before that, Tingting, Zhenzhen, Jiaojiao, Miaomiao, Tutu, Meimei..."

His name alone reveals his linguistic evolution from childhood to adulthood, from animalistic to the pinnacle of creation, from vulgar to deeply artistic—quite remarkable—even though he's been stuck in a cycle of reduplication.

He continued rambling on, and just as I was starting to lose patience, he slipped to the end: "Before she was six, she was called Rex."

"Why didn't you just get to the point from the start?" I retorted.

Picking out a few useful keywords from a mountain of meaningless rambling is truly exhausting; isn't this how gold panning was done in ancient times?

Since Rose Girl was able to remain a boy until the age of six, her gender was undoubtedly and generally accepted. Although this was largely due to the fact that the perpetrator was also young and ignorant at the time, something must have happened that traumatized him, leading him to this cruel form of gambling with his appearance.

But to have lived as a girl since the age of six… Rose Girl really doesn't have the luck of a gambler!

However, I temporarily forgot my weak outsider perspective and earnestly advised the perpetrator. Although Rose Girl and I weren't very close, since the perpetrator was on the evil side, it seemed like my duty to persuade him to change his ways.

The perpetrator listened quietly, not wanting to spoil my enjoyment, and didn't utter a single word of rebuttal until I had expressed my righteous indignation. Only then did he utter a sentence that shocked me.

“Before Rex, her name was Rosalind,” he sighed. “She was my ill-fated fiancée who died at birth.”

The rest was self-evident; a mere flights of fancy was enough to paint a near-fact picture.

“You… take care.” Is it shameless to comfort an enemy like that?

Library.

“Sorry, pets are not allowed inside.” The librarian, without lifting her head from her book, still precisely stopped the person from sneaking through with a bulging pocket.

“Uh… hehe, sorry… I was just in a hurry…” the person apologized somewhat sheepishly. The guinea pig in the pocket poked its innocent head out, its pointed nose twitching as it sniffed incessantly in the air-conditioned space. The person still seemed unwilling to take the pet out.

The librarian's gaze remained fixed on the book. The person breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she would be lenient, and pressed the quiet guinea pig back into the pocket, about to pass.

"Stop." In a flash, her hand was already on a bright red button next to the counter that would trigger the library's alarm.

The man was taken aback, glancing around at the students borrowing and reading books, all of whom were intentionally or unintentionally looking in their direction. His face flushed, and he immediately pleaded in a humble voice, "Please, do me a favor! If you don't hurry, that wonderful set of Will's Wandering Tales will be borrowed out soon! I promise I won't linger, as long as..."

"Fine, leave the pet."

The librarian's response was surprisingly sharp. The man felt like he had been given the cold shoulder and couldn't help but feel displeased. He said again, "Or else..." but was quickly rebuffed with "Don't even think about it!" Finally, he flew into a rage, unable to contain his anger, and cursed, "Don't be so arrogant, you slut!"

"No noise allowed in the library." Despite being insulted, the librarian remained calm and composed, as if her emotions only fluctuated with the plot of the book.

But another person stepped in. The automatic door opened, and the man, who had taken the "powerful leg kick," was kicked out along with a guinea pig, landing in front of the perpetrator, nearly crushing his shoes.

With the roadblock in place, the perpetrator stopped to admire the righteous girl enforcing the law, like a law-abiding citizen waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

"I'm going to file a complaint against you!" The words had barely left his lips when a gleaming samurai sword flashed and stuck straight into the ground beside him, reflecting the man's panicked, sweaty face.

Judging from her technique, she was clearly a complete novice in swordsmanship, simply using it like a javelin. A passerby beside her, still in his kendo uniform, burst into tears upon seeing his beloved sword so badly damaged.

I stared at the renowned sword, now only half-exposed on the ground, its blade capable of cutting through iron like mud. A sudden urge to try it out arose in my hand, but given my small stature, it was utterly impossible.

"Within the bounds of the law, you are welcome to visit again." After routinely and indifferently reciting this to the fleeing figure, the librarian temporarily put down her book and took a moment to register the borrower.

"I protest! This is unfair treatment!" The girl who had thrown the smuggler out of the sanctuary of knowledge—Hiyue—grumbled.

"Indeed, and it's become more overt. How about we switch jobs starting tomorrow?" I was surprised to find that the librarian sitting behind the counter was also a familiar face.

"Can you handle it?" Hiyue asked happily.

"It's not very difficult, but I'm afraid I can't guarantee the cleanliness of the library," Liuya said.

"Forget it, forget it!" Hiyue quickly said, "Cleaning after closing time is unpaid, a waste of time and energy!"

"Not everyone can stay overtime in the library; it's an honor, a rare perk, isn't it?"

"Before the exam, it was pretty good..."

"Ladies." Before they could finish their conversation, the paparazzi grabbed me and pulled me forward.

My heart was pounding. Just thirty seconds ago, some idiot who defied school rules was violently exiled! I didn't care if he got beaten up, I just hoped the birdcage was sturdy enough and the black cloth covering it was tight enough so there wouldn't be an accidental exposure.

The sensor detected the approaching pervert, and the automatic door slowly opened, letting in a gust of cold air.

"Stop!" The conspicuous contraband was clearly provocative. Feiyue placed one hand on the hilt of the samurai sword that the passerby had just painstakingly retrieved, only to have it snatched away again in the blink of an eye, and said coldly, "Want to test the law?"

"Sorry, pets are not allowed here." Liuya conscientiously read the warning from the poster.

The pervert smirked and took a step forward.

"I won't hold back." Feiyue slightly bent down, making a gesture as if to draw her sword.

I gritted my teeth, cold sweat pouring down my face. Was this how they tested courage? I thought to myself that if a conflict broke out and the birdcage was damaged, I'd better take advantage of the chaos to wrap myself in a cloth and pretend to be a stiff bird corpse.

The voyeur took another step forward.

Hii Yue narrowed her eyes, her slender wrist still resting on the hilt of her sword, not striking.

Oh...oh my god!

The voyeur successfully crossed the line, escaping attack because I was still outside the automatic door. But there was nothing to be happy about, because the birdcage was moving forward at an extremely slow pace, approaching the transparent gate of death.

Hii Yue's sharp gaze was fixed on the cage and the gradually shortening distance between them. The discomfort and unease of being locked on made me want to rush to a corner and kneel down to vomit. Fortunately, I had already vomited up all the food from my last meal, so I didn't have to worry about smelling the musty stench of vomit stored for days.

"A challenge is knowing it's impossible yet still doing it." Arrogantly challenging public authority, the birdcage fearlessly approached the line of death. The tense atmosphere was like a balloon on the verge of exploding, or a match resting against a matchbox, ready to explode at any moment.

"Ryua, you have to mop the floor after work today," Hii Yue said grimly.

"Not necessarily, it's all up to me." The birdcage finally stopped moving, the outer edge of the base touching the line precisely, not a fraction more or less.

The paparazzi's index finger hooked the question mark-shaped metal hook, causing my heart to sway gently from side to side.

"I am Ryan."

"Your name is legendary," said Scarlet Moon grumbled. "Who doesn't recognize that despicable lion lurking in the photography club?"

"A flattering compliment," the paparazzi chuckled, his smile undiminished. "No need to be so formal with someone who's come specifically to make friends, is there?"

"Fine, enough with the pleasantries!" Scarlet Moon scoffed. "The library is a public place. If you leave your bird outside, we can't do anything to you. But if you want to die, I'd be happy to let you kill me with one blow."

"Don't be so quick to show your disgust. I'll just say a few words and then leave," the paparazzi said. "To put it bluntly, I hope you can lend me a hand at the sports meet in two days."

What?

I was taken aback. His behavior was eerily unsettling, like he was playing a mentally unstable patient. It was

impossible, no matter how you looked at it! What victim would turn around and help the perpetrator?

Ryua and Feiyue exchanged glances. Ryua remained silent, while Feiyue angrily retorted, "Don't be so optimistic! Even if you exchange the stolen film, we will never be accomplices! This isn't about saving face anymore. What everyone wants most right now is for your photography club to collapse and stop causing trouble on campus!"

"Answering in the heat of the moment is often instinctive and impulsive," the paparazzi said helplessly. "The 'you' I'm referring to includes the first dormitory. I think everyone in the dormitory should have the right to make their own decisions. I'll come back in two days to hear your answers. I look forward to hearing your good news."

Seeing that her formidable enemy had no intention of provoking her and had even taken the initiative to leave, the venom in Feiyue's eyes vanished, but her expression clearly indicated that there was no need to even consider the matter. The

paparazzi, despite his setback, was not discouraged. He pulled me down the steps, while Feiyue turned and strode into the depths of the building.

"Your purpose in initiating these paparazzi shoots was to threaten experts into joining your camp?" I stared directly at him.

"How could that be?" The paparazzi laughed loudly, "I'm the vice president of the Extreme Sports Club!"

"Are you that proud...?"

"Pride and arrogance are different." He stopped laughing. "Next, it's time for your fate!"

I was startled.

I didn't want to face the same questions repeatedly, and although I tried to forget them, they wouldn't let it go.

That's right, I was back in this evil lair, the devil's stronghold, isolated and helpless, forced to accept a one-sided, unfair judgment.

Oh, I forgot, the judgment ended last time.

"After this exploration, I believe you shouldn't be confused about 'what is the limit?'" Heaven knows which of the EFGH members said to me with ill intent.

"Hurry up, let's get going, I'm still waiting to see the ending of the Red Tower!"

"Goodbye, I'll miss you." C said ruthlessly.

The paparazzi opened a black bag in front of me.

"Raise your head and walk in with your dignity."

The dark opening of the bag exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. My pride wouldn't let me back down, but I was also extremely unwilling to move forward.

Whether I liked it or not, I would have to go inside sooner or later, but I still clung to a sliver of hope that at the crucial moment, a smoke bomb would smash through the window, roll into the club office, and save the day, creating a path for my escape.

I didn't have much time to consider. As their increasingly grim expressions grew, I nervously and anxiously planned my next move, until the paparazzi's patience ran out.

"I...I want to join the extreme sports club!" Before they could make a move, I shouted, and everyone was stunned, giving me a lucky five seconds to catch my breath.

"No." This unexpected request didn't make the paparazzi think twice. "The opportunity cost is too high; it wouldn't benefit our club." "

Aren't clubs supposed to be gathering places for like-minded people? I'm also very interested in extreme sports, so why can't I join? Does the club select members based on whether they can bring benefits?"

My arms always gravitate inwards; joining the extreme sports club would completely eradicate their wicked intentions.

Even though I had no intention of joining, I had to lie to save my life.

"What he said isn't without merit. It's people who choose clubs, not the other way around. The vice president's reasoning is too far-fetched and unconvincing." A representative of the passionate faction, A, stepped forward to speak, making me feel a little emotional.

“But that doesn’t make much sense either.” Opposition member J appeared. “It’s true that people choose cults, but cults also have the right to evaluate whether the person is suitable for the cult, just like interviewing job applicants. Companies also have to consider operations and reputation. Everyone here has different goals, and before new blood is injected into the cult, I would like to hear their plans.”

What…what, I have to give an impromptu speech before joining a cult?

As if my head wasn’t hurting enough, my brain cells were screaming and jumping in my knowledge base, which still had 90% untapped potential.

“Speak up, prove that your will is not a pretense!” A gave me a push at the edge of the cliff, burying me and my good impression of him at the bottom of the abyss.

I racked my brains, but of course, I couldn’t think of a good reason to get rid of him. Fortunately, I remembered what the talk show host emphasized: the truth is the most moving thing.

“I want to live, and that’s the hardest thing for me.” I decided to believe the host who looked like a politician or stock market guru this time.

“Not enough.” Four or five people frowned, and A also shook his head in disappointment.

“What everyone faces challenges isn’t special, because it’s not something you can freely choose. It’s an inevitable setback in life, a part of it,” the paparazzi said.

Damn it, I knew it was fake! What could possibly move them? They were completely unmoved!

“Then…or…” My trump card failed, I was at a loss for words, unable to utter a single syllable for a moment.

The paparazzi pointed his index finger at the black bag, the meaning couldn’t be clearer.

My comeback attempt was futile; there was no turning back. A chill ran through me, and I was on the verge of collapse from despair.

“Could we…make a deal?” I pleaded incoherently.

“Why bother? Using the same trick repeatedly isn’t a long-term solution,” the paparazzi said, seemingly tired of the pointless wastage.

I hated my own weakness, and I knew this plan could only solve the immediate problem, a problem so short it wouldn’t even last a deep breath. But if I hadn’t run out of options, why would I have stubbornly persisted like this?

My self-proclaimed grand “goal” was so worthless in everyone else’s eyes. Yes, my appearance is unusual enough, and my experiences are equally bizarre, but the problem I face is utterly ordinary, even more mundane than water in this extreme sports club teeming with extraordinary individuals.

Thinking this way, I realize there's no place for me here, yet I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of resentment. This shouldn't be my situation. If it weren't for the magic of heaven and earth, if it weren't for the short-sighted planning of the celestial realm, if it weren't for possessing a massage stick… I can't stop thinking about "what

ifs," all the coincidences connecting to this predicament. The only certainty that leaves me speechless is that I rolled into the beautiful landlady's handbag, by my own will.

"I know my extreme goals violate club rules, so I give up being a member." I must take responsibility for the inevitability I've created, even with the difficulties. "I… I want to apply for the mascot!"

I blurted out the embarrassing words, my face flushed, my heart pounding with nervousness.

My startling statement caused an unusual silence in the club office, which then instantly became lively.

"That's special enough!" A snapped his fingers.

“Indeed, if it’s a mascot, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t meet the club’s standards, but does our club even have that kind of requirement?” Member J said. “Using a massage stick as a mascot might be creative and courageous, but such a mascot doesn’t have a display function and only has a little over a month of shelf life. Is it worth the investment?”

“Why not? Keeping me might mean losing some income, but has money really driven nobles to the point where we have to discuss whether it’s worth it or not?” Seeing the atmosphere cool down, I changed my previous stance and retorted confidently: “Being unable to be publicized or provide substantial contributions to the club is a mascot’s shortcoming, but it’s not a fatal flaw.

“Because you don’t expect others to understand your ideas or explore the motivations behind pursuing the limits, my existence is a microcosm of that. Money is everywhere in the world, but there’s only one mascot that can move, talk, and only exist for a little over a month. Isn’t keeping a rare secret more valuable than being open and honest? Is this an unprofitable transaction?”

Member J remained silent. Seeing more and more people giving the "

OK" sign, the paparazzi had no choice but to comply with public opinion and said, "I understand your determination, but you must understand that our society is facing constant external troubles and its operations are not going well. Even so, are you willing to stand with us through thick and thin?"

My chest warmed, and I nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, you're hired."

"Really?" I hadn't expected this tactic to actually work, and I was still a little uneasy about being hired as the mascot.

"Effective immediately." "

On my first day in office, I enjoyed my first long-awaited benefit.

Since I, as a mascot, only possess a latent spiritual symbol and don't need to live in the clubhouse, the paparazzi ordered five members to safely escort me back to the girls' dormitory.

Now I exist like a ghost member, and of course, I can't participate in the sports meet. But because my status is different now, the members treat me differently than before. While they don't exactly fawn over me, they do show some goodwill.

My arms are bent inwards, no matter where I go.

The section from passing through the checkpoint to arriving at Girls' Dormitory No. 1 is the most dangerous part. Without exception, it takes twelve minutes to fight off the security personnel." To keep me from getting lost, they put me in a black bag and fastened it to their waist.

If life-threatening, they would toss me into the bushes like a mother kangaroo; in the chaos, a black cloth wouldn't attract attention.

Alas, this black bag was truly my destiny, I couldn't escape it!

I reluctantly lay down inside, watching them zip it up.

The journey was shaky, hardly VIP treatment, but I knew the five of them were doing their utmost to protect me without alerting security.

An hour later, the boy in black opened the window of the beautiful landlady's room and carried me inside unharmed.

"Take care," he waved.

"Are the others alright?" I took off the black cloth and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. Before becoming a mascot, I would never have believed such heartfelt concern.

"Two of them were shot, probably with tranquilizer darts." "The biggest weakness of campus security is that they can't easily take students' lives. A and the other person are drawing the enemy's attention, they should be fine." He said calmly, but behind him, plumes of black smoke, resembling mushrooms, kept exploding from the woods, and dust spores slowly drifted down, instantly polluting the fresh air.

The helicopter's powerful searchlight shone back and forth incessantly, and security personnel launched a massive manhunt. The sounds of fierce pursuit, machine gun fire, and occasional screams from women made the night, which should have been peaceful, incredibly noisy. Is

everything really alright...?

"Thank you." I said gratefully to the boy in black. I was deeply moved by their loyalty and willingness to go through fire and water for their brothers.

"Think about the mascot's responsibilities first; one-sided efforts won't last forever." He released his grip on the windowsill, pushed off the wall with both legs, and used the momentum to leap backward, tracing an arc that extended to the ground.

Such force would shatter leg bones!

I knew his abilities, but he knew himself better than I did. The boy in black tumbled down, rolling a few times to dissipate the impact before standing up.

"Hey, are you alright?" The pretty landlady was downstairs; though I was concerned for his safety, I dared not raise my voice.

He looked up at me clinging to the window, a rare smile appearing in his dark, deep eyes.

I stared blankly as he slowly moved his thin lips.

"Qi Lu."

Leaving behind those two ambiguous words, he vanished into the darkness, and at that moment, the dormitory door was kicked open.

"Damn it, he's always so quick to slip away! What's he doing here this time?" "Hizuki rushed out, clutching the Beretta 92 and CZ-75, but it was too late.

After an all-night roundtable meeting, the girls unanimously decided to rise up against the photography club, this scourge of evil, which was not surprising at all.

When I returned to my room, it was spotless, and I immediately decided to keep my return a secret.

After the midterms, the pretty landlady would have no reason to let Xiangrun continue to waste her time, and besides, I had been missing for more than half a month, so her paranoia about sexual assault should have ended long ago. There was really no need for me to deliberately show up and deepen her fear.

Therefore, I voluntarily moved to live under her bed, so that if I forgot to transform one day, I wouldn't end up squeezing into a disgusting pulp under the table.

Sigh! Although I'm back in a familiar place, The scenery remains the same, but the people are gone. My status is now different; I've become someone she despises—someone involved in extreme sports. The two of us, sharing a room, are now irreconcilably opposed due to the cruel twist of fate—truly the beginning of a tragedy!

Chapter Six of Volume Two: Animal Girl Fried Rice.

Sunday was a noisy, crowded day at Seifer Academy, almost entirely filled with people from outside the school. They were hired to set up the sports meet venue, decorating, building the stage, repainting the exterior walls, and cleaning. Students were in charge of supervising and directing.

Today couldn't have been more peaceful! No yelling from the pretty landlady, no harassment from the extreme sports club, no internal or external troubles—happiness... It sent chills down my spine.

What's that saying? Yes, it's "the calm before the storm." Although everything around me seemed normal and quiet, I had this uneasy feeling. Was it

because of the duel between the paparazzi and my fiancée? No, my gut feeling from last time told me it wasn't that simple.

Damn it, if resting meant being exploited for more work, I'd rather be born a workaholic!

I leaned against the window, watching the pre-sports meet preparations. At this rate, it should be finished before dark, and then I could just wait for a short day of use tomorrow.

To be honest, I felt a mix of anticipation and unease about tomorrow.

Anticipation for my first glimpse of the aristocracy... The sports meet—how grand and exciting it must be! What worries me is how far this supposedly private matter, which should be resolved behind closed doors, will escalate into a battleground due to the deliberate misuse of public resources and the public handling of private affairs.

The rare sound of a high-end engine on Saturdays and Sundays interrupted my anxieties; the school bus stopped in front of the dormitory.

Who's back? I wondered.

Judging by my keen hearing, everyone in the girls' dormitory should be there.

A shiny black leather shoe emerged from the open door.

A long leg in the leather shoe stepped forward, landing on the ground, revealing dark brown uniform trousers.

It was a man!

I was utterly astonished. Wasn't this guy afraid of security? Even more audacious than the extreme sports club! Breaking into the girls' dormitory shouldn't be done so openly, right?

But this person seemed determined to prove his fearlessness, immediately slipping out of the school bus's cover and standing side-by-side. After the passengers disembarked, the school bus slammed its doors shut without a second thought and drove off.

"This is it, right?" A delinquent boy with four or five gold rings on his right ear, carrying luggage on his back, held a slip of paper pulled from the pocket of his brand-new uniform jacket, checking the number on the doorplate.

"That's right." He scratched his spiky, unruly hair and swaggered into the house. He didn't ring the doorbell, didn't even knock.

I almost immediately heard Sama scream, the sound of Hiizuki cocking her gun, and… the pretty landlady's slightly amused exclamation?

Are you kidding me?

Deducing the route of the footsteps, which were noticeably heavier than those of the other girls, I moved away from the balcony, turned around and closed the French windows (after dedicated training, I had broken through the tenth level of the "Silent Seeking Palm" in just four hours, becoming an unparalleled master of silently closing windows), and jumped under the bed.

He and the beautiful landlady chatted and laughed as they entered the room. I suppressed my anger at the invasion of my territory and gleaned necessary information from their conversation.

"I got a call yesterday and thought you'd be here around this time. You're right on time; I just made tea and you arrived!"

The beautiful landlady dragged a low table to the bedside, placed a cushion on it, and the delinquent boy plopped down with his back to the dressing table, putting his luggage to his left. He said self-deprecatingly, "It's all thanks to those arrogant Americans who were too idle to interfere in Iraq, making the Middle East a mess and causing unrest. My dad finally decided to send this unfilial son back home to avoid the storm." "

Your uncle is worried about your safety," the beautiful landlady said with a smile.

“His deep concern for money is what moves me to tears. I’ve tried several times to persuade him to come back with me, but that stubborn old man just won’t budge. Forget it, let’s not talk about it anymore, lest I get angry just thinking about it!”

“Really…” the pretty landlady smiled wryly. “So, have you filled out the transfer documents?”

“There are still some parts I’m not quite sure about.” He took two or three forms from his luggage and leaned towards the landlady. “Look, this is it. Should I fill in my passport number or my ID card number? And the contact person section… should I fill in my father’s name? Do I need to leave an international phone number?”

“Foreign ID card numbers aren’t valid here, just fill in your passport number. The contact person is a relative you can contact in case of an emergency and who can provide assistance. My uncle is abroad, so it’s not really appropriate,” the landlady explained.

"Oh, is that so?" He casually chewed on his pen, his gaze shifting to the pretty landlady. "But I don't have any relatives here... How about you be my contact?"

"Sure!" the landlady readily agreed. "You've lived abroad for a long time and don't know many people here. If you don't mind my clumsiness, I'd be happy to help. By the way, your uncle owns several properties in China. I'll send you some old notes these next few days so you can catch up. Where can I find you?"

"No need to go to that trouble. I'll find you at class. Besides, I don't plan to stay out all night. My dad's properties are mostly high-rises, which are rented out to small companies for office use. We do have a hotel, but I don't like beds that have been slept in by too many people; they develop strange smells.

" "We do have a villa, but to save money, it's been sitting there getting moldy for years. It's uninhabitable until we get a cleaning company to thoroughly clean it," the delinquent said.

"But aren't the men's dorms full?"

“Well, someone just happened to be moving out. Luckily, foreigners have priority, so I managed to get a room in Dorm 9.” “

Congratulations! Dorms aren’t as convenient as home, but they’ll let you get used to the school environment sooner.” The pretty landlady said, “By the way, I’ll go get you some tea. You can fill out the forms now, so you don’t miss the deadline and make things more complicated. If you need a pen, it’s on the desk.”

“No need, I have one.” The delinquent took out a fountain pen from his luggage.

The pretty landlady chuckled when she saw the slightly bent pen: “I didn’t expect you to still have that old thing!”

“Is that a problem?” A blush, unusually uncharacteristic of his appearance, appeared on the delinquent’s face, making him look somewhat innocent. “Ever since you threw that pen at my head ten years ago, I’ve held a grudge, enduring it day and night, never daring to forget it for a single day.”

“How can you be so petty?” "If you hadn't been making a ruckus by the window while I was studying, I wouldn't have gotten so angry that I accidentally threw it..."

"A momentary lapse?" the delinquent exclaimed. "Miss, to throw a pen from the third floor and hit that brat hiding behind the tree, the word 'accidental' doesn't make sense, does it?"

"You know you're a brat?" the pretty landlady raised her eyebrows and glared, but her words were full of amusement. "Didn't you stomp on that pen to vent your anger back then? Now you're saying you want revenge. That's what really doesn't make sense, does it?"

The delinquent was stunned, speechless. After a while, he said with deep emotion, "It does make sense. At the time, it was just an instinctive emotional reaction. I didn't think much about it. I didn't know that this pen was a birthday gift from your father. Even if I had known afterward, I don't know why I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"To be honest, I've always regretted not apologizing to you properly before I went abroad. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"I've long forgotten about that," the pretty landlady said, seemingly relieved. "I did resent you, but I'm the one who should be angry with myself. If that pen was truly that important, I wouldn't have thrown it away so easily.

On the contrary, I should thank you properly for taking such good care of it for ten years. Now you don't need to return it to me. I think you're the proper owner, and the pen would surely agree."

"But..." the delinquent looked at the pen in his hand, hesitating, "This is, after all, your thing..."

"It's alright, I already said I'd give it to you, and you're still so unhappy. Of course, the pen is a bit ugly. If you don't want it, then I..."

"No, no... I like it very much, so I'll accept it." Before the pretty landlady could change her mind, the delinquent suddenly changed his attitude, hiding the pen behind his back. "I'm thirsty. Didn't you say you'd bring me tea? If I don't go soon, the tea I've brewed will probably get cold." "Saying this, she gently pushed her towards the door.

The pretty landlady didn't say anything. Seeing the delinquent unscrew his pen and hurriedly write, she smiled silently and gracefully went downstairs.

The delinquent didn't even look up, concentrating intently on writing, but the blush on his face never faded.

He wrote extremely fast, sweeping up all the blank spaces in the blink of an eye like a storm, but he also couldn't care less about his manners, making the table look like a battlefield, not even noticing when the pen cap rolled to the ground.

What a guy who has no connection to elegance!

Because of the angle, the handwriting on the paper couldn't be seen, but judging from the intense and short production process, what was produced was probably a bunch of poorly made defective products. After

hurriedly finishing, he stuffed the document into his suitcase without looking at it, zipped it up, and slung it over his back, just in time to say goodbye to the pretty landlady who had just arrived at the door.

"Xiao Cheng, I'm leaving now."

"So fast? Where to?" The pretty landlady, holding a cup of tea, didn't react for a moment.

"Registration group. " "The delinquent said, 'I just wanted to see how you were doing. I was afraid the professor would be waiting impatiently with a machete!'

'Fool!' the pretty landlady said, both amused and exasperated. 'Hurry up! They might close down if you don't!'

'Hey!' he rubbed his nose dismissively. 'Don't worry, I'll come back to see you in two years.'

'Do you know where the registration office is?' the pretty landlady pressed.

"Don't worry, I've memorized the entire student handbook!" the delinquent said smugly. After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something important, turned back, and asked cautiously, "Xiao Cheng, have you... left that house?"

"Why do you ask?" the pretty landlady shook her head.

"Nothing." He smiled, trying to cover up his embarrassment. "I just thought that maybe after you get tired of living in the dorm, you could come with me to the villa for a vacation, just like when we were kids."

"When we were kids..." The pretty landlady gazed dreamily at her long, black hair, as if she had returned to that innocent age. "I don't want to experience that smoky barbecue feeling again!"

"I promise I won't!" he said, his face flushed. "That was just a prank when I was young and ignorant. Please forgive me, considering the beating my dad gave me for it!"

He bowed and prostrated himself in worship. "If you're worried, you can bring your boyfriend along."

"I don't have a boyfriend." The pretty landlady laughed heartily at his amusing appearance.

"Is that so? That's a pity!"

Is it really a pity? Your lewd eyes don't say that!

I scoffed.

"Maybe getting a boyfriend, having a relationship wouldn't be bad," he clumsily hinted, fearing the pretty landlady might notice something amiss, and then ran off with a blatant attempt to cover it up.

But he overestimated her emotional intelligence. If he knew she still wouldn't understand after he left, perhaps she'd be kneeling before God in regret for her pointless beating around the bush?

The landlady, not having touched the carefully brewed tea, sighed and helplessly placed the tea tray on the table, tidying up the things the delinquent had forgotten after his whirlwind visit.

The rustling of shoes on the floor, then a "click"—a pen cap sprang under the bed, spinning rapidly.

Oh no!

History always repeats itself, but I didn't want to be a victim again!

With a lazy roll, I rolled to the other side of the bed, and as she bent down to get something, I nimbly climbed onto the bed. As she straightened up, I somersaulted and hid under the bed.

The timing was perfect, completely unnoticed.

She was utterly oblivious to my presence, carefully placing the capped pen back into its holder, then sighed, "Still as forgetful as ever. She just said it was important, and now she's left it for me! Really!"

She tidied up the cushion, moved the low table against the wall, and prepared to go downstairs.

I secretly grinned, inwardly praising my invisibility. Why not play the game of living together as an invisible person for a while? That way, she'd be mentally stable, and I might even get some unexpected eye-catching sights…

The idyllic fantasy was incredibly tempting. I wiped the moisture from my lips, my eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile. Her curved shoes reflected in my field of vision. I stared, full of suspicion, at those feet rooted to the ground, a chilling thought freezing the burning desire within me, a painful, throbbing feeling like a sadist had forced it into my stomach.

Something was amiss! This preparation took way too long; it would have been enough time for an incense stick to burn out…

I was absolutely certain that my hiding was flawless, which is why I was so puzzled by her behavior. Why did she suddenly fall into a long pause, like a skipping record? Although it didn't cause any damage, it still felt very unusual.

Was she pondering something important, or was she stimulated by something external? What kind of worries would a girl her age have?

Love? Schoolwork? Interpersonal relationships?

She's a clueless quiz queen with no boyfriend and gets along well with her roommates, so these shouldn't be the main reason for the disconnection. Or… because of puberty?

My blood surged, and lost in thought, I quickly pinched my itchy nose, looking around for anything to stop the bleeding. Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon the key, but it was a bolt from the blue!

She was right behind me.

Like a female leopard pouncing on her prey, she stared at me sharply and intently.

In the mirror.

Similarly, I was reflected in her eyes through the gap in the bedspread and the full-length mirror—a deadly fairness.

I shivered, almost breathless, watching the raging flames that made everything in the world retreat as they burned to the heavens. Her pearly white teeth clashed with all their might within her red lips, the words, compressed with the power of a nuclear explosion, bombarding my nearly destroyed ears: "...So that's how it is!"

The brief moment while serving tea, the reason for my childhood sweetheart's hasty departure, the subtly meaningful hint, the fallen pen cap... and me—the presence of the vibrator!

Suspecting she was being labeled a lustful woman, her pretty face gradually turned ashen, as if smoke was billowing from every pore of her body.

I finally understood her earlier silence, which made me even more bloodless.

"It's not like that!" I swore to the heavens like a drunkard proclaiming he wasn't drunk, a mental patient claiming he was normal, fearing she would go on a killing spree and tear me to pieces.

This was by no means the truth; she was merely misled by the situation. But misunderstandings, by their very nature, are impossible to explain away. I couldn't very well call her back for a confrontation…

“Hey, what's that man with the camera doing outside the window!”

I pointed to the balcony, and while she looked away, I hastily slipped out the door, abandoning my belongings, my life on the line!

This was the first time I'd run away from her in front of her. She seemed determined to follow me to the ends of the earth, but I was a man full of ambition, ready to venture out into the world. Personal feelings had to be put aside. Though I felt guilty for her reluctance to let me go, for the sake of my ambitions and ideals, I had no choice but to painfully sever our ties.

Having weathered many storms and grudges, our relationship was so strong that she couldn't cut it off so easily. She didn't stop, her right hand gripping the craft knife until her knuckles turned white, as if she wanted to use the threat of death to coerce me into changing my mind.

My heart was as hard as stone; I remained unmoved. For a man, ideals were what mattered most!

"Go back! I know I've wronged you, but I'll definitely come back someday to apologize!"

I couldn't bear to see her off from so far away. Love only grows stronger with trials, and although parting is so heart-wrenching, I could only suppress my pain and betray her affection.

"Snap!" The cold, sharp token of our love was pierced my back.

The agonizing pain of separation was so intense. I bit my lower lip hard, swallowed a bucket of tears, and turned to her angrily, shouting, "You...you unreasonable woman! What good will my death do you?"

"Then what's the point of you living? You demon!" She was absolutely furious.

"You...you..." Pathetically, I couldn't find a reason to refute her, but I refused to be suppressed like this. "When have I ever lied to you? If he didn't see it, he didn't see it. If I lied to you, may I be struck by lightning!"

"Then just die already!" She truly had no humanity!

It was pointless to waste words with her. I tried to recall the sprinting technique of amusement park robbers, and sprinted at top speed to leave her behind around the corner. No longer lingering on familiar floors, I strode towards the new world above.

Climbing the stairs, I felt a mix of excitement and unease as I left my hometown for this somewhat unfamiliar environment. But the thought of my beautiful landlady's menacing aura filled me with courage.

For her sake, I had to endure any hardship!

I probed the path outside each room on the third floor. The third floor was even more treacherous than the second, because both Feng Hua and Fei Yue, those two wicked women I had no chance with, lived there. But the thought of the terrifying experimental girl living on the fourth floor made me decide to stay on the third floor and gamble on that one-third, or about 33.4% chance, of sharing a room with Yin You.

Starting from the staircase, the storage room is on the right, then the bedroom is after a left turn, and the bathroom is after another left turn. After the last turn, there are two adjacent bedrooms.

Feng Hua and Fei Yue's relationship is debatable; if it's good, they'll definitely be in adjacent rooms; if not, they might be in adjacent rooms at opposite ends.

In other words, the first room on the left is definitely not an option! Considering the volume they always seem to have when they meet, Yin You is most likely to sleep in the first room on the right. Of

course, if it's just to avoid disturbing Yin You, the owner of the first room on the left could have a private talk in the room on the far right, in which case Yin You would be in the middle room.

My reason for not making this assumption is: if Feng Hua and Fei Yue's relationship is actually warm on the outside but cold on the inside, they could choose to live on different floors. They wouldn't have to live on opposite sides, constantly bumping into each other on the stairs to and from school, or even worse, living in the same dormitory!

Because of the poor relationship with the landlord, the chances of the room on the right being Yin You's bedroom were pushed to the highest. After careful consideration and calculation, I arrived at the same result and excitedly donned my cape, welcoming my third spring, leaving everything about the beautiful landlord behind in the Jurassic period.

Luckily, the door was only slightly ajar.

The beige walls and red sandalwood floors created a very warm atmosphere.

The room was sparsely furnished. Upon entering, on the left were two beechwood wardrobes standing side by side, extending to the ceiling. The remaining half of the wall space was occupied by large wall cabinets of the same material with frosted glass doors.

The magnificent British court-style floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked the harsh sunlight from outside, creating a soft atmosphere in the room. The double bed, placed horizontally, was positioned behind the wall between the right edge of the floor-to-ceiling window and the corner, right against the front right wall, creating a blind spot for peeping.

On the bedside table, there was only a simple upside-down bellflower nightlight and an indoor telephone. Beside the bed, a white oval standing mirror and a walnut coat rack kept each other company. There was no desk in the room, only a green silk rug with edelweiss flowers spread across a section of the floor, a low, angled table with a reddish-brown top, and a fluffy sheep-shaped cushion that looked like it was about to nibble

on grass. Everything seemed perfect, except for the large space on the lower shelf of the cabinet with its frosted glass door open, which was filled with pistols, rifles, magazine boxes, and bulging ammunition pouches; the middle shelf held landmines, grenades, and explosives; and the top shelf was crammed with tactical and weapons manuals; military uniforms and helmets hung on the coat rack, clearly indicating that the room's owner was a masculine, combat-loving woman.

Good heavens! How unlucky! She had to choose the most destructive terrorist!

Upon seeing all this, I immediately knew I had stumbled into a dangerous situation, and it was too late to retreat.

"Halt." The sound of a gun being cocked.

I immediately raised my hands in surrender, resignedly turning around on the red and yellow embroidered cushion.

"Don't move." The black barrel of the gun was pointed coldly at me. Feiyue, wearing a green sports top and camouflage hot pants, pushed open the wardrobe door and stepped out. She paused when she saw me, then relaxed.

She put down the gun and sat on the carpet. Looking at her bent right leg, I could vaguely see her honey-colored panties between her thighs. But I didn't dare to speak. She silently shared the good stuff, so I just ate it with envy.

"Come here." She beckoned to me. "Do you understand?"

Of course I understood.

I obediently walked to her. She reached out to strip off my clothes, but I naturally refused to expose myself and dodged her predatory claws.

"Modern toys are this AI-powered?" She frowned in confusion.

Toy?

I suddenly understood. No wonder she was so calm, unlike the pretty landlady and Sama who were flustered.

"Can you talk?"

"...Yes." Toys are my true nature. Although they are limited to adults, there are no rules against contact with underage girls.

"Recorded voice by a real person?" Seeing that I didn't speak in a flat, slow synthesized voice, she became even more curious.

"What's your name?"

I was stunned and didn't dare to answer. Now, hearing the name Xiao Mo would make her, the pretty landlady, and Feng Hua suspicious of my identity, so I had to be careful.

"Is it malfunctioning?" She nudged me, who was as stiff as a wooden statue, with suspicion. I quickly straightened up, looked at her innocently, and didn't say a word.

"Shoot!" She made a "7" shape with her right hand, pressed her index finger against my temple, and said in a low voice, half-jokingly.

Her "gentle push" made me roll backward, seeing stars.

"Are you alright?" she asked, still heartless.

"I'm... fine." I deliberately slowed down my getting up to make myself look more like a toy.

She smiled slightly and patted the seat next to her, saying, "Come sit here."

"Yes... yes..."

I obediently sat down, and she immediately unloaded the bullets from the chamber, removed the magazine, and disassembled the gun into pieces in a few quick movements. She then picked up a dry cloth to wipe the barrel and apply oil for maintenance.

"Is... this... really... real?" I asked knowingly.

“No, it’s fake.” She picked up a bullet and showed it to me, proving it was a blank. “Everyone here is a friend. If I lose control and accidentally shoot someone, I won’t forgive myself.” She gestured with her chin, pointing to the items displayed in the closet. “But those are the real deal, though it’s a secret!”

Yes, an open secret.

I sat quietly without disturbing her until Fei Yue appeared, and then I realized how incredibly strange the room was.

The edelweiss carpet, the sheep-shaped cushions, the row of doll-like clothes in the half-open wardrobe—it all seemed so out of place with her!

If it weren’t for the highly suggestive arrangement of the room, I could have escaped!

How could she live in this room so comfortably without feeling like she’d stumbled into another dimension?

After cleaning the parts, she skillfully reassembled the gun and placed it under the pillow; then she went to the closet, pulled out a hidden movable bookcase, and hid the military supplies behind it.

Because half of the wardrobe was recessed into the wall, the interior space was deeper than it actually was. With the panels pulled up, the wardrobe appeared to be simply pressed against the wall, completely undetectable to the average person, let alone revealing the hidden space behind the partitions.

After restoring the wardrobe to its normal appearance, she hid the helmet and military uniform—items completely unrelated to a normal girl—in the storage cabinet under the lift-up bed. The dozen or so neatly divided small compartments were filled with a dazzling array of other military supplies:

winter hats, windproof jackets, broadleaf hats, camouflage caps, balaclavas, night vision goggles, windproof goggles, gas masks, underwear, wool vests, camouflage clothing, gloves, marching shoes, waterproof backpacks, umbrella bags, camouflage water bottles, waist bags, waterproof wallets, mini flashlights, daggers, Swiss Army knives, compasses, handcuffs, communicators, shoe polish, tung oil, and badges from various countries… My eyes were dazzled!

Was this woman ready to be drafted into battle at any moment?

Hiding what Feng Hua considered contraband, she smoothed out the sheets and lay down on the bed as if nothing had happened.

"Feiyue, can you help me? Xiaocheng says she lost something." Feng Hua happened to run to the door and knocked.

"Honestly, I was just about to get some sleep!" She reluctantly turned over, glancing at me with a disapproving look. "Is it a toy? It's in my room."

Help me out? Don't be so direct! I looked fearfully at the shaking door and hurriedly hid under the sheep.

"Stop it, Xiaocheng's really upset!" Fortunately, Feng Hua didn't think too much of it.

"Then... what did she lose?"

"I don't know." Feng Hua's tone was also confused. "Xiaocheng absolutely refuses to say."

"Then how do we find it?"

“Who knows,” Feng Hua said. “Just keep looking and asking! Judging from her expression, it must be something very unusual. Also, remember to lock your toy’s safety latch when you come out later.”

“Okay,” Fei Yue sighed helplessly and shoved me into the gap between the textbooks in the closet. “I was going to return you to Yin You, but we’ll do it later!”

She probably assumed that a toy like me couldn’t possibly move between floors, so she naturally assumed I belonged to Yin You.

Closing the frosted glass door, under Commander Feng Hua’s tyrannical authority, she dared not disobey and immediately went out to carry out the mission.

No problem, I don’t need an escort; I can sneak into Yin You’s room on my own. Pushing open the frosted glass door, I easily jumped down. Just as I was about to dust myself off and leave, I realized there wasn’t a tall chair in the room. Without anything to stand on, how could I turn the doorknob and slip away?

As if unwilling to let me leave, my body suddenly started to heat up, and the forced transformation happened without delay. Now I couldn’t run away!

Three sighs of helplessness, three sighs of helplessness, and I was once again involuntarily naked. Although there was a military uniform under the bed, it was ridiculously small, and the camouflage pants were just mismatched capri pants. Only the windproof jacket could barely be worn.

Since it was so uncomfortable, I opted for my natural leather jacket. After locking the doors and windows from the inside, I hung the quilt and clothes to dry to the side, leaving the wardrobe door open and waiting.

If Feiyue had returned halfway, she wouldn't have seen me naked so directly. Rushing into the wardrobe wouldn't have escaped her notice, but at least I would have some time to cover myself.

People were constantly running back and forth outside the door. I temporarily conquered this relay station and rested. I had taken precautions; the rest was up to fate and do my best.

Sitting alone on the bed was quite boring. I politely looked around the room again, endured for another five minutes, and finally couldn't resist getting up and wandering around the bookshelf. I took down a photo album and flipped through the pages.

There aren't many photos; they don't even fill half the empty space in the album, yet they chronicle Feiyue's growth, from infancy to adolescence, every little detail.

Most of the photos feature different men. I pulled them out one by one, carefully reading the small print on the back.

First photo:

A fifty-year-old white man, wearing a helmet askew and awkwardly holding a jacket wrapped around a baby girl.

"August 1989, with Albert's father, who lost his left eye in Sinai in 1967. In Syria."

Second photo:

A muscular, bearded man.

"November 1989, replacing Albert's father, who had become a great hero. With Dick's father, in Israel."

Third photo:

A strong black man carrying a rifle, grinning broadly, with a little one on his shoulder bearing the same expression.

"April 1995, shot down an empty bottle target 100 yards away, received a bag of rations as a reward, and a chance to take a photo with Carl's father!"

Fourth photo:

Still the same black man. Holding a bowl, the smile remains the same. Behind me, four or five soldiers of different nationalities leaned against each other, all wearing strange expressions; little Feiyue stood by a large iron pot, squinting one eye, holding an iron ladle and making a victory sign at the camera.

"1996.1 First time cooking, Dad Carl praised the black lizard soup as not as bad as expected."

The fifth photo.

A strange composition. A grotesque-looking man bent over, holding her and weeping bitterly. She looked blankly at the brown-haired man lying unconscious beside her, still clutching a dagger. An arrow drawn in black pen pointed to the back of the grotesque man's head, with four hastily written words: "Stupid Dad."

I smiled and flipped the photo over.

"1996.3 First time cutting my hair short, Stupid Andrew Dad punched Uncle Andy and cried his eyes out while holding me."

Some of these photos were yellowed, some were folded and torn, and some were even half burned. Different "dads," different battlefields, each photo tells a story. These men represent only a portion of the photos, as most of the captions are written in multiple languages, and some text is illegible, making them extremely difficult to decipher.

However, it is certain that after 1988, her "father" was no longer present. This continued until 2004.

The last page of the album is a photo of three people posing in front of the gates of Sefair College.

Behind them, a red cloth bears the four large white characters "Celebrating Enrollment," and colorful confetti floats in the air.

On the left is a imposing elderly man in a general's uniform, leaning on a black cane; on the right is the head of security; standing in the center, she holds a talisman, her eyes shining with beautiful determination.

"September 2004, with Albert, Dick, Carl, Andrew… Father Drake and Harrison, taken at Sefair College. Today is my first day of enrollment, and also Harrison's first day of discharge. May all the spirits of fathers protect me, and may I successfully fulfill Father Andrew's last wish to be a normal girl."

Was this the reason she enrolled?

I closed the album.

To repay her fathers' kindness in raising her, she accepted adoption by a noble family and enrolled in Sefer Academy. To become a normal girl, she fought against her instincts, buying many cute clothes and forcing herself to live in an incongruous place, hoping to become someone else who met expectations.

But, more than a year has passed since she enrolled, and she still hasn't adjusted?

I put the photo album back on the shelf, gazing at the powerful wardrobe and the fully equipped bed.

Perhaps that's what allows her to find her true self.

And me?

My reflection appears in the full-length mirror.

Is this really me?

The elixir restored my human form; this face, this body, might resemble, even be identical to, my former self, but what if not? If the family and relatives I find with this face are not mine, why risk rewriting history and carrying a life unrelated to me?

I'm already dead anyway; now I'm just living a false existence, lacking the courage of Scarlet Moon or the Extreme Sports Club.

In the last five minutes, I closed the wardrobe doors, folded my jacket and pants back into the storage under the bed, and unlocked the door, leaving it slightly ajar.

The search and find activity had gradually subsided. As time passed, I donned my cloak and, taking advantage of the empty corridor, bid farewell to this brief stopover. "

Sorry, I'm leaving now!" I silently said to the empty room.

I think I will never forget the fascinating story hidden behind this door.

Before entering the Central Garden, the venue for the carnival, one must first traverse a green outer maze.

The outer maze resembled the thorns used by the twelfth fairy to bind the secret fairyland. Countless hollow, crescent-shaped tree walls, filled with colorful flowers, were intertwined and scattered into abstract, asymmetrical patterns. In slightly wider areas, there were pavilions, flower corridors, fountains, or long rocking chairs and swings.

Occasionally, some dried-up wells had been dug and transformed into cool, refreshing underground passages. Looking down from a higher vantage point, one could see long, green lines outlining a dragon and phoenix in flight—something I had discovered by chance ten minutes before starting my visit to the carnival, as I climbed the teaching building.

The central garden is designed to resemble snow crystals. During the day, the vibrant colors of the flowers obscure its mystery. However, at night, as darkness falls, the low-temperature fluorescent tubes embedded in the translucent base of the garden floor adjust their brightness according to the ambient light, reaching their peak around seven o'clock.

The tubes are both blue and white, their interplay of colors creating a striking effect. The blue light dominates, while the white adds a subtle shimmer, making the snow crystals, with their interplay of white and blue hues, appear to float and sink in a pristine ocean. At the center, an unbearably bright white light shines as if emanating from the very edge of the universe.

When the garden shone brightly, the fluorescent round lights of varying sizes and brightness, hidden throughout the maze, danced in unison. Usually, the rooftops were packed with people, especially couples and freshmen, all gazing at the Virgin Mary image, composed of rows of lights, her palms facing each other, gently cupping a snow crystal.

After 11:30 PM, the lights were forcibly switched to manual control, dimming in 120 stages barely perceptible to the naked eye, until midnight, when the garden was completely dark, marking the official curfew.

Of course, while this was a highly visible attraction, it wouldn't appear on the student handbook's description page; I only learned about it from a gossip magazine sometime seventeen years ago. At

9:00 AM sharp, the sports meet began. Being in such a scene, even I couldn't help but feel excited.

I spent my first 20-dollar coupon on an ice cream cone from a bunny girl, licking it as I walked.

Actually, I wasn't interested in the sports competitions; I was only interested in the Central Garden's carnival.

After leaving Himezuki's room yesterday, I returned to my beautiful landlady's place, albeit sneakily. Because she was more wary, I had to constantly change my hiding place to deal with her suspicious nature.

On the way back, I ran into Sama. As soon as she saw me, she affectionately pulled me into her room and, without a word, shoved a huge stack of carnival vouchers into my hand. I declined for a long time, but under her irresistible charm, I reluctantly took several, totaling three or four thousand yen. Initially, I was overjoyed, but now I'm truly feeling a headache coming on.

How could I possibly spend all that money in an hour? That's overestimating me!

After thinking about it, I decided to put aside my extravagant plans for now and just wander around and see what I could find.

My uniform allowed me to move freely through the crowds. I paid attention to the signs at each stall and quickly found Shirayuri Class 2, Sama's class.

Yesterday, she repeatedly told me she would leave me a secret space and that I absolutely had to come and support her, but I dismissed her idea with the fabricated rule that "dwarves cannot be seen by outsiders." But now, as a human, I still came here out of curiosity to take a look.

To be honest, I'm not very clear about the teaching system at Sefer Academy. I only know that some elective courses with fewer students might be taken by two or three classes together, so even though Sama is in a different class from Hiizuki and the pretty landlady, they are in the same class for politics.

The class name on the wooden sign is preceded by two twin lilies, pure and solemn. The stall area is surrounded by a red cloth, and the sign reads "Animal Girl Fried Rice, 1000 a serving."

1000 a serving of fried rice? Isn't that too good a business? But the business is undeniably good, with a large group of hungry men rushing into this upscale breakfast shop.

Sigh, no matter what, this is Sama's class, and she even gave me the points. I counted out a thousand points and tore them off for the cat-like cashier before I, the sucker who got ripped off, finally got my entry.

"Welcome, you have thirty minutes to dine," the cat-like cashier said with a bright smile.

As soon as I entered, I saw female waitresses flying around, all sorts of animals, but with so many people, there were quite a few situations. The beautiful and charming butterflies were being fought over by everyone; the sheep that had accidentally spilled fried rice looked pitiful and on the verge of tears, while male customers were busy comforting it, eating the leftovers on their plates while staring at the sheep's buttocks with drool; and some people almost got into a fight over the same seat.

"Is Sama here?" I asked the peacock who was seating me.

"Yes. I'll ask her if she has time to come over later," the peacock replied with a charming smile, "Please have a seat."

I don't know if it was fate playing tricks on me, but I ended up sitting next to the pervert taking pictures.

A seductive snake woman served him, while he quietly and quickly ate his fried rice, not even glancing at the alluring woman before him.

What's going on? Is he here to test his composure?

I secretly glanced at him, then immediately pretended to be genuinely interested in the animal woman.

Right, today isn't his duel with his fiancée, so why isn't he preparing?

Could he be running away before the fight even begins?

"Lai... En!"

His voice preceded his arrival; my impatient nemesis had come knocking on my door first! Rose Girl, scattering a handful of in-game currency worth thousands of yuan at the bewildered cat by the door, stormed up to the paparazzi, her voice booming, "We agreed to meet at the fountain! How dare you trick me and hide in a place like this?"

"Hey, darling! I swear I'm just having breakfast, I haven't done anything to betray you," the paparazzi smiled. "In my heart, you're the most important. Come on, want to sit down and have a meal together?"

"Enough nonsense, tell me how we're going to compete!" Rose Girl snapped impatiently.

"Um… could you wait until I finish eating?" the paparazzi asked.

But Rose Girl wasn't about to give in. "Don't waste my life!"

"Fine, let's talk somewhere less crowded then," the paparazzi said, wiping his mouth. He'd barely stood up when he was impatiently dragged away.

Just as I was about to follow them, Peacock blocked my way, bringing bad news with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, Sama is unavailable at the moment. Would you like someone else to do it?"

"It's alright." I glanced at Sama, who was busy running around. She was wearing a puppy costume, thankfully not too revealing, which put my mind at ease.

"Then..." Peacock continued to offer other compensation options.

"No need, I have to go." Afraid of losing sight of the two of them, I interrupted her, hurriedly rushed out the door, and didn't even touch the fried rice that was served.

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