Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 18

Episode 6, Chapter 4: Graduation Trip

"Can...can I come with you?"

"No!" The pretty landlady completely skipped the time for thought.

"Please..."

"Don't even think about it!"

"You know my situation right now..."

Sigh, I knew this was a tough nut to crack, but it's as tough as steel.

Originally, I could have enjoyed two weeks of carefree living while she went on her graduation trip, but unfortunately, the number of students staying in the dorms decreased sharply during the summer vacation, the special forces started their rotation, and the patrol team only had half its original number of members. This was a huge misfortune for me.

"You want to take this opportunity to ambush my classmate?" She looked at me with disdain.

"How could I!" Why does she always think about her and her friends' safety? It's my safety!

I explained to her for the third time the disadvantages of being alone in the dorm: the special forces were short-handed, the possessed would invade her privacy if they came looking for her...if I were to die, the fragments would arouse suspicion, etc.

But the suspicion on her face didn't lessen at all.

"I'm telling the truth!" I swore, slightly exhausted, like a man driven to the brink of madness by his girlfriend's constant questioning, "Do you love me?"

"If you come along, I'll be mentally exhausted even faster," she scolded accusingly. "Showering, sleeping, enemy attacks—I'll be on guard all the time; travel is for relaxation, not a survival game!"

"I'll wear a mascot costume," I said, confident I wouldn't embarrass her.

"What if your clothes tear?" She hadn't forgotten the bullfighting costume that turned into a pile of rags on the Moon Island trip.

That… wasn't impossible…

"I'll try to be careful."

"That's not a 100% guarantee!" she yelled.

"Oh…" I shrank back.

"You… never mind, no matter what you say, I absolutely won't take you! With you around, my nerves will never be at ease!" She rubbed her temples wearily, like a widowed mother who had single-handedly raised five children through decades of hardship. "I

'm a tenant, after all…"

Fine, if the legitimate way isn't possible, smuggling will do, right?

"Then stay here!"

She noticed me secretly glancing at her suitcase and immediately locked it with seven or eight locks before I could.

"Don't even think about hiding in there and coming with me! I'll be checking it repeatedly until we leave. Even if you manage to smuggle yourself in, I'll throw you out of the tram. I advise you not to get any other ideas!" she warned solemnly.

"Okay!" I sulked and crawled under her bed.

A weak voice came from behind: "What are you worried about?"

I turned around and saw Ariane's head rolling around like a ball behind me.

"Waaaaaaaahhhhhh—"

I screamed and scrambled out from under the bed, Ariane's "head" rolling out right behind me.

The pretty landlady, seeing this horrifying scene, forgot that she had been arguing with me fiercely just three seconds ago, and instantly turned green with anger as we shrank into the corner.

I was terrified by her and stammered, "You...you...you didn't kill me!

Don't come looking for me!"

"Aren't you a ghost too? Why are you afraid of me?" Her face looked no different from a corpse in a funeral home.

"I...I'm different from you. I'm a 'wandering soul,' while you're a 'wandering spirit'!" I dared not say it was because her appearance was too frightening.

"It's just a different destination. We're both souls, why be so 'racist'?" She sighed.

"You...how did you become like this?" It had only been a few days; where had her body gone?

"Alas, you really can't see." She sighed softly, "I don't know why, but lately many people have asked me what happened to my body, but it's still perfectly fine below my neck, isn't it?"

Her head suddenly floated into the air.

"Look, isn't this dress beautiful? Full of pearls and roses, it perfectly complements my appearance."

"It really is beautiful, it suits you perfectly!" I complimented her, saying whatever came to mind.

This was a terrifying version of "The Emperor's New Clothes"! Not to mention clothes, there wasn't even a body.

"Really? You're so sweet."

I only saw her "head" happily spin around twice before slowly descending onto the carpet.

"Even though I know you can't actually see it, I'm still very happy."

Is this like knowing it's just polite talk, but still wanting to hear it anyway?

"I'd better lie down, so my floating head won't scare you." Her behavior was thoughtful, but a head rolling around on the floor was still just as terrifying.

The pretty landlady trembled as fast as her heartbeat; even if I weren't a doctor, I could tell she was about to pass out.

"Being a wandering ghost doesn't seem so wonderful," Ariane complained. "Although I can wear the clothes I like and go to the places I like, fewer and fewer people can see me.

"How can I know if the pretty clothes I can see are really pretty? If one day no one remembers my existence anymore, will I even forget myself?"

"Um... did you come to me hoping I could help you think of a solution?" She probably didn't come just to complain...

"Although I hope the situation can improve, I think it's hopeless." "I met a few other wandering spirits like me on the way..." she said sadly.

She had a vague idea of her impending fate.

"I just happened to be passing by and overheard your conversation, so I stopped by for a chat."

What a chat! She almost caused her landlady's heart to give out, turning her into a wisp of a spirit!

"If that's the case, I think it's our family matter..."

"For the sake of friendship, I advise you to go on your graduation trip!"

I knew it would be better, and that was exactly what I wanted to suggest, but my beautiful landlady wouldn't agree, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Ailien, seemingly oblivious to my helplessness, continued, "Recently, many possessed spirits have been wiped out in this area. Perhaps a more powerful possessed spirit or exorcist has appeared? A possessed spirit like you, alone in an empty dormitory, is easily targeted." "

The images of Zhengxu and Fuxiu immediately flashed into my mind.

I looked pitifully at the pretty landlady, who still gave me a disdainful look.

"With more people, it's harder to find an opening, and besides, the trip is free, it would be a shame not to go!" Ailien said with a smile, "How about I come over every night to 'haunt' you and help persuade your landlady?"

"No need, no need." I immediately declined her help.

If I let her moody head float around the room every night, it would be strange if I didn't get smashed by the pretty landlady and forced to sleep with her.

"Oh, then you two need to communicate well!" That smiling head rolled off the balcony.

The pretty landlady was tense, thankfully still had a breath left.

I drew the curtains to create a visual shield, and she finally relaxed.

"No way!" I said, immediately rejecting the idea.

Wednesday morning, the second-year students, all assembled and lined up, prepared to board the tour bus.

I donned my cloak and hid in Sama's bag, which was stocked with food and drinks.

Hmph, the pretty landlady wouldn't let me come, but I had my own clever plan; no need to confront her directly! I simply disguised myself as a dwarf, softly pleaded a few words, and Sama happily took me out.

In front of the administration building plaza, it looked like a drill was underway; the luxurious tour buses, each carrying only sixteen students, were lined up neatly, dropping off the students at the tram stop before disappearing.

As soon as we boarded, Sama and her friends excitedly chatted.

"I'm so excited for this domestic trip!"

"You know, I heard that other ordinary schools' graduation trips are only a week long!"

"Huh, only seven days? Isn't that too short? Will we have enough time to see everything?" Sama asked in surprise.

"So you have to visit three or four attractions a day! A whirlwind tour sounds exhausting, how can you even get around the island like that?"

"It's true! I asked a travel agency, and that's the cheapest tour package, but students still complain it's too expensive and try to bargain!"

"Bargain? That's terrifying!"

...Yes, for nobles, that's probably an unthinkable fantasy.

"By the way, look, this is the information I gathered a couple of days ago. On this trip, we'll be visiting Leru Academy and Leila Academy!"

"Ah, I know, those are the top schools for commoners, boys and girls!"

"Right, right, unlike us, these two schools admit students based on grades. Every student there is a high achiever, with strong learning abilities. My family's company loves hiring them!"

"Really, let me finish!" the girl doing the research chided.

The other girls laughed and apologized, and she calmed down, beginning to report her findings.

The graduation trips of both academies were originally scheduled for the same day, but because the principal was worried about "not-so-pure heterosexual relationships" between students from both schools, the dates were intentionally staggered.

I wonder if Sefer Academy is trying to strengthen exchanges with other schools. The first seven days coincide with Leila Academy's trip, and the next seven days will be with Leru Academy, but because of the different paces of their visits, they will only meet for two days each.

"On the first, second, eighth, and ninth days respectively."

"That's great!"

Not at all! I thought to myself.

Among those students from other schools, how many are related to the Soul Possession Person? If a Soul Possession Person wants to destroy other souls, they either have to do it themselves or find a partner. I find it hard to believe that neither academy can't find such a person.

My mind was full of questions about the lottery, and I didn't hear a word of what Sama and her friend said afterward.

It wasn't until the tour bus arrived at the station and the students had to change transportation that Sama shook her bag, bringing me back to my senses.

After getting off the bus, the fortress-like security had cracked.

For the next fourteen days, I would be in an open space, a moving live bait.

No one knows how many fierce enemies will come with chefs to prepare to cook me. But if I stick close to Sajin, I think they'll be treated as perverts and taken to court before they can even assault me.

The station was incredibly crowded, but it was still much less crowded than the day San. Senggood left the country.

Leila's students were also there. On the first day of their graduation trip, everyone was dressed in their neat and eye-catching school uniforms; the sailor uniforms stirred the dreams of countless men!

As soon as they entered the station, their gazes were fixed on them.

Although the students from Sefer were dressed casually, Leila's students had heard some rumors and reacted like typical highly educated people—filled with disdain and contempt for Sefer's aristocratic students.

Of course! They had all earned their admission to Leila's prestigious high school through hard work and excellent grades, a far cry from the quality of Sefer, where admission was based solely on aristocratic background.

However, while Sefer seemed like a "concentration camp" for wealthy but unevenly educated students, in the eyes of most people, it was still a superstar school far superior to Leila.

With hard work, Leila is a school where everyone has a chance; but family background is an innate, unchangeable constraint.

The sweetest fruit is often the one you can't reach, the most fragrant flower is the one you can't pick, and the hardest to obtain is always the best. Sefer is such a dream school, categorized as a prestigious institution, desirable but unattainable.

However, the country has always had strict requirements for the nobility, and the curriculum is broad and extensive. Coupled with the school's wealth to hire renowned teachers in various fields, its strong faculty and luxurious, leisurely lifestyle are the reasons why ordinary schools are envious.

But looking around, Sefer's students seemed oblivious to the hostility projected upon them by Leila's students.

These princes and princesses, raised in a greenhouse, were perhaps unaware of the harsh realities of the world, or perhaps they simply looked down on others…

Boarding the special tram chartered by the school, Sefer and Leila students could sit freely. The noble students all wore smiles, while Leila's students sat uniformly in the middle carriages, clearly not wanting to interact with Sefer's students.

By now, Seifer should have realized something was wrong, but some oblivious people still managed to twist everyone's thinking.

"Hey, that's great! Leila gave us all the seats in the first few carriages! Where are they sitting?" Feiyue, who boarded from the first carriage, noticed there wasn't a single Leila student in uniform and asked irrationally.

"They're probably sitting in the back of the train," Fenghua replied knowingly. "

They're in the middle carriages," a girl who had just come from a back carriage overheard Feiyue's question and answered casually, instantly sparking rumors.

"We weren't wearing uniforms or had bodyguards with us, what are they worried about?"

"Are they shy?"

"Could it be that they're bothered by our status? Or afraid of being mistaken for approaching us for money? We don't think about such things."

"They're probably a little insecure! After all, our social statuses are different."

You're not overthinking, you're just wrong!

Feiyue, as if she hadn't heard, continued, "That's too dangerous! The accident rate in the middle carriages is very high!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Feiyue's jinx earned her a flick on the forehead from Fenghua.

"According to statistics from six train accidents last year, four of them were caused by foreign objects being left on the tracks, leading to derailment. Contrary to common belief, it wasn't the first carriage that derailed. Fenghua, is this a design flaw in the train itself?"

"Who knows!"

"Huh, so... Leila's students were thinking about our safety, which is why they all chose seats in the middle carriages?" Some people suddenly "realized" something.

"They're so silly. If the front carriages collide head-on with an oncoming train, or if the rear carriages are rear-ended, they could also derail!"

"They're worrying too much. Shall we invite them to play cards?"

"Okay!"

After romanticizing Leila's students' behavior, the students of Sefer, who had inexplicably resolved their inner conflicts, were immediately moved and went to the middle carriages to exchange feelings with their cards.

It was intriguing to see how Leila's student council would react, but unfortunately, Sama had no intention of joining the fun. She, Feiyue, Fenghua, and the rest of the dorm clung to each other like inseparable candy, all resting in the first carriage.

The tram was the most affordable mode of transport among all trains, though its facilities and speed were naturally inferior to other types. The seating arrangement was similar to Seifer's school bus, with two rows on each side.

Fenghua and Feiyue naturally sat together, while Yinyou and Sama sat together; Yotsuba and Ryua chatted about Sang. Their common topic was Singood—since returning from the underground shopping arcade, their relationship seemed to have improved even further.

And the beautiful landlady—who was unfortunately alone because the number seven wasn't divisible by two—wasn't as forlorn as I had imagined. The delinquent boy sitting behind her with Fuxiu occasionally peeked out to chat with her, and the two quickly reconciled; the delinquent even moved next to her.

I was reluctant to admit it, but seeing this scene made me feel uneasy. Sama, unable to sit still, ran off to join her friends in a circle. Sitting in my bag with no one to talk to, I could only sulk alone.

This frustration was inexplicable; the pretty landlady wasn't anyone to me, and she had her own social life… I knew there was no reason to be angry, yet I couldn't control my emotions.

My mood was terrible! The atmosphere on the train was terrible too!

There was at least one possessed being in the middle carriage, like me, also an inanimate object, with one of Leila's students. However, even though they were so close, approaching them wasn't so easy.

First, Leila's student might not know of the possessed being's existence, and might not even be their accomplice.

Second, Leila and Seifer's relationship was one-sidedly unfriendly; if any of Leila's students unusually came over to be friendly, it would be highly suspicious.

But things didn't turn out so simply.

Seifer's students quickly showed me their skillful "diplomatic maneuvering." After getting off the train, some of Leila's students were already happily mingling with Seifer's students!

Good heavens… the number of suspects has increased again!

Before I've fully grasped my detection range, the scent of the possessed is completely insufficient to eliminate suspects; plus, if potential accomplices are playing mind games, like asking a friend to carry something, concealing their identities would be a piece of cake.

Should I tell Sama sometime that I used my "dwarf's eye" to foresee that all of Leila's students who approached her harbored evil intentions?

No, that's too far-fetched… anyway, it wouldn't be easy for Leila's students to steal me. Even if "she" succeeds, I'm not some idiot who can't run away.

The shuttle bus arrived quickly, one of those cheap, coin-operated city buses, its old exterior indicating it wasn't new. Forty or so students were crammed onto the bus, seats and aisles completely packed, resembling a sardine sardine formation during rush hour.

Most people would be in a terrible mood in such a cramped and creaky environment, but Sefer's students were all smiles, the bus filled with joy.

"Aya, come a little closer, there's still some space here."

"Look, Yu and the others can't even turn around!"

"Do ordinary people rely on physical contact to improve interpersonal relationships? How interesting. It's all because our house is too big, so we can't play this kind of game!"

Whatever you think...

On the brand-new bus passing by, Leila, a student with all the seats occupied, was looking at Seifer, a student who was deliberately squeezing in and struggling to breathe, with strange eyes.

Perhaps to pray for a safe journey, the first attraction on the first day was to visit the Great Buddha.

The shuttle bus dropped the students off at the mountainside, and the remaining section required a 30-minute walk on a designated trail to reach the temple at the top. The seven-story-high, and the largest golden Buddha in the country, was one of the attractions.

Leaving their luggage on the bus, the students began their ascent with only light personal belongings.

Sama carried me on her back, intentionally separating herself from her friends, and took the opportunity to say to me apologetically, "Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, were you bored on the bus?"

"No, I was sleeping." There were people all around, so it wasn't very convenient to talk.

I peeked out and saw that the trail was no longer the tree-lined, roughly terraced dirt path I remembered from two years ago, secured with medium-thickness tree trunks.

Since the Buddha statue, ten years old and supposedly a century old, was added to the list of new attractions, the influx of visitors brought in money. With government subsidies, the entire trail, from the temple to the foot of the mountain, underwent renovations. While the "mountain trail" still offers views of the blue sky, it has transformed into a widened commercial road, complete with "thoughtful" little pavilions providing shade and shelter for food stalls.

I wonder if the funds were for preserving the historical site or for benefiting these businesses?

The cold, hard concrete completely devoid of the earth's natural scent; under the blazing sun, the ground is hot enough to fry an egg. Hidden corners are littered with waste, and trash cans are practically useless.

This is the result of a bustling, food-rich environment and an abundance of tourists.

Humans who come to visit nature are destroying it; the idea that concrete and asphalt are convenient for tourists has taken away the scent of the earth; even a quiet local shrine nestled in a secluded corner of the forest is more elegant than this overdeveloped area.

However, this is merely wishful thinking.

People today are already accustomed to this pattern of change, or perhaps they are simply indifferent, content as long as there's food, entertainment, and sightseeing?

The students slowly made their way up the path, and the vendors along the trail skillfully began soliciting customers. Quail eggs, grilled sausages, and other miscellaneous snacks—openly selling meat in a Buddhist holy site, is this respectful or disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas?

"Come on, come on! Help with good deeds, buy a serving of Taiwanese sausage wrapped in sticky rice, and add a dollar to the temple's incense money!"

Enough already! Isn't that like luring someone's daughter into prostitution, taking a cut, and then using that to support the elderly?

The strange phenomena in society are becoming increasingly incurable. If it weren't for this, the "end of the world" predicted by some all-powerful prophecy would probably never come!

Although the prophesied day had long passed, the world remained peaceful, leading to strong suspicion that the prophet had mismarked the date. However, his staunch supporters insisted it was divine mercy that postponed the end times.

Of course, some third parties believed it was a Satanic conspiracy, but having experienced both heaven and hell, I believe God is not so benevolent, and Satan is not so idle; it's all human delusion.

Prophecies are written by humans, and interpretations are given by humans. No matter how much the prophecy differs from the outcome, people always miraculously find connections and assign "considerably reasonable" explanations. No wonder fortune tellers, like stock analysts, are always so lucrative.

"What are those people doing up ahead?" Just as I was lamenting the chaos of modern society, Sama suddenly asked me, panting. It turned out a group of people were gathered together, watching something exciting.

Leila, a student nearby, looked at the excitedly gathered group of Sefer students with disdain, keeping her distance as she passed by.

"Sama, come quick!" A girl who had strayed from the crowd ran over: "That boss's knife skills are amazing!"

Knife skills...

"Miss, would you like a refreshing watermelon juice?"

"Sir, how about a cooling coconut juice? Freshly sliced!"

Familiar shouts rang out, and sure enough, it was those two...

Their business footprint really is all over the place!

"Sama, want a drink? It's on me!" the girl asked, pulling out a thousand yen note.

"Um, sure," Sama replied, her face flushed, seemingly unbearably hot, and agreed without much thought.

After counting the heads, the girl who had asked the question ran off to grab the next spot, forgetting to even ask what she wanted to drink. Judging from her expression, the drink seemed secondary; she mainly wanted to watch the boss's knife skills performance. Sama,

feeling dizzy from the heat, had no interest in watching and went straight into the Buddhist temple.

"I'm not tall enough to see anything, and what if Xiao Mo gets spotted while we're pushing and shoving?"

Seeing how considerate she was of me, I was so touched I wanted to kiss her.

The hall was indeed much cooler than outside; red stone pillars supported the high ceiling, and the marble floor tiles underfoot emanated a chilling aura. Sama clasped her hands and bowed several times to the Buddha statue, completely unaware of the presence of the possessed soul. —The other party was nearby, inside one of the Leila students. Unfortunately, I don't have a wolfhound... no, a wolf's keen sense of smell can't filter out the real target.

Since I've detected the other party, they must also know I'm there. I dare not let my guard down, but the other party remained silent until the end of the tour and even until I got on the bus.

The afternoon's itinerary was to visit a Taoist temple listed as a first-class historical site...

I began to wonder if this was a religious tour.

Like the Buddhist temple, the area around the temple square and the nearby streets were flooded with food stalls and souvenir shops. Because of the temple fair starting at six o'clock, both Sefer and Leila's students would be staying here today. Before the free time began, the tour guide helped the students check into their accommodations.

What a coincidence, Sefer and Leila's students were staying at the same hotel, making one wonder if the two school chairpersons were having an affair.

"How unusually ordinary!"

one of Sefer's students exclaimed, describing the hotel. It's unclear what sore spot Leila's students found, but their faces turned ashen.

This kind of praise that envies poverty is like flattering the emaciated African starving people; it's enough to make one break out in a cold sweat just not getting stoned and chased around!

As for accommodations, Leila students stayed in rooms with four to ten people, while Sefer students slept in large communal rooms, like warehouses.

The slightly worn tatami mats were covered with pillows and quilts, and men and women were separated on the east and west sides of the hotel for safety and to avoid gossip.

Generally, these communal rooms were provided to accommodate large pilgrimage groups; they offered no privacy but were cheap, and lacked bathroom facilities. If you wanted to shower, you had to pay for it at a nearby public bathhouse.

Despite the rudimentary conditions, the Sefer students not only didn't protest but actually enjoyed it.

The girls in Dormitory Number One quickly gathered together.

"Feng Hua, can we grab a good spot and make our beds?" Sama asked.

"Isn't it too early? We just had lunch, and it's still a long way from dark!" Feng Hua checked her watch.

The sun was blazing outside, and everyone was feeling lazy; no one wanted to go out and risk heatstroke.

"Perfect for a nap!" Fei Yue yawned. Some people had already started making their beds. "I'm fine sleeping anywhere; you guys decide." "

This area will do!"

Feng Hua roughly marked out a space with their luggage, and the seven of them slept at the innermost part of the dormitory. Although it meant walking more when going out, at least they wouldn't be woken up by people getting up to use the restroom at night.

After settling in, several of Leila's students came over for a visit. They didn't hide their curiosity about the strange behavior of wealthy aristocratic students sleeping in a large dormitory.

Here are the answers they received—

The pretty landlady: "I don't know what the school's thinking is, but I really like this arrangement. Sleeping on the floor gives me a nostalgic feeling, and everyone sleeping in the same room is a fun experience."

Sama: "Sleeping in the same room has many advantages! It's easy to find people, you just have to shout. Before going to sleep, you can also play 'wind-blowing' and have a pillow fight!"

Fuuka: "Of course, it's because of economic issues! Eastern countries have experienced bubble economies, and Western countries have also experienced financial crises. Although I judge that our country will not have such an experience in the short term, on the other hand, as someone who cares about the poverty of the Third World, we should occasionally set an example and turn extravagance into frugality. And graduation..." "Isn't the purpose of travel to experience people and things that are rarely encountered in ordinary times?"

Yotsuba: "If we sleep in the same room, we're less likely to forget the room number. There are only two similar dormitory rooms in this hotel, so even if we go to the wrong place, we only have one chance."

Otoyu: "Won't everyone's relationship progress faster this way? If we encounter difficulties, there will always be someone to help us, and there will be more room for group games to play." Ryua

: "More people means more popularity, and we don't have to worry about foreign objects intruding. There's no TV here, so there won't be any abnormally colored, disfigured faces on the screen; there's no stereo, so there won't be any supernatural phenomena like sounds coming out in the middle of the night or channels changing automatically, or things that can't be stopped even if you unplug the power cord.

"Also, this is the first floor, so even if an unknown figure passes by the window in the middle of the night, we don't have to worry about whether the other person has a place to stand."

"The most important point is that countless pilgrims have stayed here, leaving behind many amulets in the shadows. These accumulated, combined with the power of their faith, have formed a considerable protective barrier around the dormitory, preventing evil spirits from entering. Therefore, I suggest that those planning to participate in the 'Hundred Tales' game should choose a suitable location for their rituals..."

Hiizuki: "You're asking me? I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm not interested in the game, and I'm not picky about my sleeping environment... But if I had to choose between a regular room and a dormitory, I'd say the dormitory is better... because I'm used to it!

"However, this is the first time I've slept in a dormitory with a girl, it feels a little strange... Ah!" "Also, I think the biggest advantage of dormitory-style rooms is that they reduce crime rates and spread risk. But if the criminals' goal is to hold a large number of hostages instead of just one person, then it's troublesome..."

After hearing the above, Leila was speechless, as if she had seen an alien creature.

...For me, dormitory-style rooms are the best defense measure. With more people and more eyes, it's not easy for someone to break into the room and steal from me.

Chapter 5 of Episode 6: Temple Fair

Any gathering or event is like hosting a banquet. Even though it's said to start at a certain time, the organizer's clock keeps skipping. At 6:30, the organizer's loud voice finally rang out through the microphone to every corner, but the tourists had already been browsing for most of the day.

"Xiao Mo, is the candied hawthorn good?"

"No, thank you..."

"The grilled squid smells so good!"

"Thank you, but I can't eat anymore..."

Every time we went to a stall, Sama asked me this. I declined at least a hundred times, but I still ate one serving each of takoyaki, egg shaved ice, and grilled sausage.

If I keep going like this, I'll burst first!

"Xiao Mo, there's braised food over there!" "

..."

I was truly at a loss for words. "Just eat what you like," "Don't spend too much," "I really don't have much of an appetite," "I'll tell you if I see anything you want to eat"—I'd already repeated these phrases at least five times, and I was almost at my wit's end.

"Sama, let's take a break! Your legs are sore." I decided to address the root of the problem.

If we found a place to sit down, she wouldn't continue wandering the streets filled with food, wouldn't ask about every single snack stall, and I wouldn't have to constantly strain my poor brain, which is lacking in Chinese language knowledge, to politely decline.

"Okay."

It was destined. The public benches along the roadside, which were always occupied by pedestrians, were conveniently empty when a couple walked by just as Sama stopped to look for a spot. Without even searching, Sama happily "reaped the benefits."

"Xiao Mo, are you full?"

The dragon and lion dance performance had just started, and Sama, sipping her mango smoothie, habitually asked me again.

"I'm really full..." But even if I said that, she'd definitely ask again next time!

"Don't be shy with me! Dad gave me a lot of pocket money when I left home. Carrying so much cash is really unsafe, so you have to help me spend it quickly!"

This isn't a normal way to ensure financial security...

I didn't know whether I should agree. If her father knew that his innocent daughter was spending all her money on the meaningless feeding of a pseudo-dwarf whose true form is a vibrator, he'd probably vow to destroy all the sex shops in the world!

But if I didn't give Sama a definite answer, she might think I wasn't satisfied with the food and drinks along the way, and then my stomach would suffer.

So I decided to say nothing, letting her think I knew, so I'd have more room to refute her later.

Sama, as expected, didn't notice my little scheme, or rather, after uttering that string of affirmative sentences (which should normally be questions), her attention was entirely focused on the folk activity in front of her; she probably didn't even hear me speak.

The lion dance entered every shop, bringing peace and good fortune. Even the pedestrians sitting by the roadside were approached, and the lion dance performed a few perfunctory moves in front of them. Firecrackers boomed wherever it went, and Sama instinctively covered her ears.

The sound of the firecrackers made my whole body go numb, but that wasn't a big deal. However, a brazen thief mingled in the crowd, taking advantage of the moment the lion dance attracted everyone's attention, swiftly snatched my little rabbit-shaped bag.

"Sama!"

The firecrackers were louder than anything else; I shouted at the top of my lungs just as they flew past Sama's ear.

Anyone who heard that would surely look around.

But Sama saw her bag being taken away immediately.

"Thief—" she cried out.

...No, this wasn't just a "thief," it was a "robber"!

Under the same circumstances, Sama's screams were indeed more effective than mine. Many brave worshippers immediately gave chase, and the two lion dancers even tossed aside the lion's head and charged after her, shouting and yelling.

Like the two kidnappers encountered at the amusement park, those who disregard the law inevitably possess the skills and techniques to defy it. This guy's speed was unbelievable; he quickly weaved through the unresponsive crowd and disappeared into a residential area, moving freely like a fish released back into water, paying no heed to his pursuers.

Seeing the people behind him being lost one by one, and the hope of being caught growing increasingly slim, I began to think of a way to save myself.

The first thing I did, naturally, was to open Sama's purse.

To my surprise, there was a stack of dozens of brand-new thousand-yen bills inside. Although I knew that being a politician was lucrative, I wasn't concerned about where the money came from; I just didn't want to enrich this petty thief.

Hiding the banknotes under my cloak and clutching them to my chest, I was determined to play the role of a doll, maintaining this pose. No matter how this cunning money-grubber tried to rummage through them, I wouldn't

let go, making sure he could only see but not touch. If he didn't find the money on me, great; if he did but couldn't take it, he'd definitely leave the bag behind and take me away for later. I could then find a chance to sneak back to find Sama.

After running a long distance, the guy finally gave up and found a secluded spot to crouch. He rested for a while, panting heavily, then peeked back to make sure no one was chasing him before finally checking his spoils out of curiosity.

I was very curious why he targeted Sama.

Generally, thefts are carried out discreetly, to avoid attracting attention and commit more crimes; like those two kidnappers last time, each of them stole about twenty wallets.

But this guy chose a spot near the roadside, targeting such a large item as a small rabbit bag—wasn't that suicidal, revealing his whereabouts? Could it be that he overheard me saying "Dad gave me a lot of pocket money," which is why he took the risk?

If so, then Sha Zhen was truly careless!

"...A robber?"

Just as the bag was about to be opened, a righteous man standing at the end of the alley, using the backlight of the street lamp to obscure his features and elongate his shadow to create a tall and imposing image, suddenly appeared. My carefully planned scenario was abruptly postponed due to this unexpected event.

Don't act recklessly, and don't be a show-off; perhaps that's the principle of this line of work. Without a word, he picked up the bag and turned to run away again. However, just as he took a few steps, the righteous man was already standing ghost-like at the end of the alley.

Because the light didn't reach that far, his face remained completely dark.

"You...who are you?" The thief's tone became clearly fearful.

Although it wasn't too late, and there was a temple fair nearby, the sun had already set, so the possibility of "encountering a ghost" couldn't be ruled out. However, judging from my opinion, if the person blocking my way wasn't human, judging by his righteous aura alone, he must be a celestial general.

"I want something inside," the righteous man said, uttering a line that was enough to ruin his image.

The thief paused, then suddenly realized: "Hmph...you want money, huh? Trying to double-cross me? Don't even think about it! Tell me your name!"

What a fool! If he were willing to tell the truth, why would he bother hiding his true identity?

The "righteous man," as I expected, didn't reveal his real name. But since he indicated he also wanted a share, the thief considered him a fellow thief. Since they were fellow thieves, there was no need to play hide-and-seek. The thief's courage grew, and he stood firm, defending his spoils with an air of righteous indignation.

“I never give back what I’ve got! You think you can pull this stunt of a robbery and murder? What kind of scum are you? Don’t you want to stay in this business?”

“I have nothing to do with you.”

The righteous man took a half-step forward, but the thief’s feet, not as menacing as his words, immediately moved back the same distance.

With this shift, the man’s face finally emerged from the shadows.

His young, composed face, coupled with his perceived “high prestige,” made his voice louder: “Kid, get out of here! Don’t meddle in adults’ business!”

Oh, I didn’t know when the law became “children can’t cross the line, but adults can”? Even if that’s true, seventeen-year-olds are almost adults, already enough to walk the line of the law, right?

This kind of sophistry might work to scare a child, but the righteous man (until I figured out, at least I thought he was) disdainfully leaped forward, knocking the thief to the ground in a few moves.

People say, "Where there's life, there's hope." The thief, focused only on self-preservation, no longer cared about his unchecked spoils. He tossed the little rabbit bag in the opposite direction and decisively detached its tail to escape.

At least he wasn't a fool blindly driven to death for money.

Having chased away the thief, the (misunderstood) righteous person gained control of the bag, and "that face" often seen with delinquents was very close to me.

It was Fu Xiu…

In a sense, being ignored seemed better than being rescued by "him"…

"Wait, leave what you have." Cheng Yaojin appeared just in time.

He paused his seemingly execution-like actions, turning to face "Cheng Yaojin," the man and the wolf.

"A demon..." he uttered two words.

"Big brother, is he one too?" Zhengxu immediately became alert upon realizing the wolf's identity.

"He doesn't have that aura. He's human, but not an ordinary human." The wolf brother didn't dare to let his guard down either.

"That's right, that wolf is a soul possessor like me!" I suddenly shouted.

Since everyone present knew my identity anyway, I immediately took control and misled the situation: "But it's different from me; to survive, it didn't hesitate to harm the wolf soul within that body!"

"Nonsense!" Zhengxu was about to angrily curse when his wise and calm older brother stopped him.

"That kid probably wants to trick us into revealing the secrets of heaven."

Its "overthinking" gave me a perfect opportunity to continue my argument with Fu Xiu: "You only suspect I'm harmful to people, but they are truly committing heinous crimes. Anyway, they didn't do anything to me this time, and you know where I am. But if they get away, there might not be a second chance to meet them!"

"Enough nonsense, hand over the stuff, or we'll just steal it!" Zheng Xu said firmly. Not being able to explain didn't mean he could tolerate my embellishments.

After a moment's consideration, Fu Xiu put the bag down under the streetlight. It seemed he had decided to take my advice and eliminate this treacherous and elusive monster in front of him.

Seeing Fu Xiu about to fight, Zheng Xu bent his knuckles, revealing his ferocity, and said, "Big brother, this might take a bit of work!"

"A possessed soul must not endanger a human body or life"—this was the most basic principle.

I could roughly guess their strategy: either the agile wolf would attack first, followed by Zheng Xu attacking Fu Xiu's other flank; or the wolf would attack first, feinting an attack to break through the defenses and destroy or take me away.

Regardless of whether Zheng Xu intended to kill me, Fu Xiu's skills gave her only a very low chance of losing her life, so I kept my battle tactics to myself.

This was somewhat despicable, but I was also concerned about the consequences of the "restricted exposure" of the possessed souls.

Although Fu Xiu would quickly see through their attack methods, he would also become suspicious of the possessed souls' motives for seeking each other's kind, and thus, he would ask questions. If he asked something he shouldn't know, he might be happy to stand by and watch us fight each other.

The best scenario was for Zheng Xu to believe that Fu Xiu and I were allies, and for Fu Xiu to fight Zheng Xu with the belief of eliminating evil for the people, thus maximizing my chances of survival.

That's why I didn't reveal Fu Xiu's identity as an "exorcist." If Zhengxu, fearing his elder brother's soul would be scattered, retreated early, Fuxiu would turn around and deal with me first!

Just then, Zhengxu and the gray wolf unexpectedly rushed forward together, only to suddenly separate just before Fuxiu, clearly intending to encircle him from both sides.

Raising his hand to block Zhengxu's fists, Fuxiu kicked the wolf's belly with his left foot, remaining calm and composed under pressure.

But a counterattack was also within their calculations.

With his fists blocked, Zhengxu raised his leg to kick, while the wolf pressed down with its front paws, using the momentum to leap forward, instantly appearing behind Fuxiu. Its wide-open maw, emitting a foul stench, launched a counterattack on Fuxiu's wide-open back…

Sorry, I didn't see the exciting part!

Survival was paramount. I carried a large sum of money; I absconded with it, leaving them to fight to the death. Even if Fuxiu secretly cursed me for being ungrateful and betraying his benefactor, subduing demons was originally his intention; I merely made him change his target.

"Don't even think about escaping!" A wolf's shadow, accompanied by a gust of wind, broke free of the battle and blocked my path, my short-lived escape plan a failure.

The "Same Kin Sensing" technique really works!

"Why? There are so many Soul Benders, why me of all?

There's one at Leila Academy, isn't there? Or is it because it's all women, making it impossible for them to target me?

"All Soul Benders except me should be destroyed."

His behavior is extreme, his thoughts cold! This guy is truly dangerous!

"This is a trap set by the higher-ups, do you want to fall for it willingly?" I hurriedly said.

He pressed closer, and I could only retreat step by step towards Fu Xiu.

"Since the Heavenly Realm has meticulously set this up, it would be a waste not to play along. With your 'Transformation Ability,' don't you think so?"

it growled. It seems Zheng Xu really did tell the truth.

"Do those who break the rules have the right to criticize others for not following the rules? In my opinion, you are the one who should be eliminated first among all Soul Benders!"

"But...but..."

Becoming human is what I wanted, but it wasn't something I expected from the beginning! Before drinking the elixir, all I wanted was a pair of hands and feet. Even the gatekeeper couldn't predict this side effect, so how could I consider it part of a deliberate arrangement by the Heavenly Realm…?

“Go ahead and cry to the rulers above if you still have the chance,” the wolf said, slightly arching its back.

I glanced back in a panic.

One wolf was missing, and Fu Xiu still hadn't arrived after so long. Had Zheng Xu alone managed to hold him back?

If so, then Zheng Xu was no ordinary person!

I casually leaned against the wall, secretly planning that if it pounced on me, the wall might be able to shield me. After that, if I still couldn't escape this calamity, I would run into the crowd, even if it meant death.

Even if killing me wasn't a crime, with so many eyes watching, its identity would be exposed. Even if it wasn't hunted down by the animal organization, it probably wouldn't be able to walk openly in the sun for the next twenty days or so.

“Don't be so impulsive,” a voice pressed down on my leg as I was about to lift it.

“Huh?” I was surprised.

This wasn't its voice, and certainly not Fu Xiu's or Zheng Xu's. In fact, their fighting sounds could still be heard clearly from here.

"I have a proposal, I wonder if we can discuss it?"

The person who appeared was actually the paparazzi.

Right, how could I forget? The paparazzi was also a second-year student, so he might be on the graduation trip. I just hadn't seen him all day, so I pretended he didn't exist.

Thank goodness, luck seems to be on my side.

"Who are you?"

A person suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the killing intent dissipated, and Wolf Brother's threat level dropped a level, truly a cause for celebration!

"An 'extreme sports' person who helped by pressing the record button when they saw injustice." The paparazzi waved the Walkman in his hand, "and recorded something very interesting."

He "clicked!" and pressed the rewind button before playing the recording.

"All other possessed souls except me should be destroyed."

"Since the Heavenly Realm has meticulously set up this scheme, it would be a shame not to play along..."

"What a great subject!" the voyeur laughed. "Although just hearing the voice doesn't prove who it is, finding your address is incredibly easy in this society, don't you think so?"

"What are you after?"

Being intimidated is never pleasant, and Wolf directed almost all his killing intent at the voyeur. The pressure dissipated, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"I had no ulterior motives; it's just that the possessed creature you're dealing with happens to be our club's mascot. For a club, the mascot is the supreme spiritual symbol. As the vice president, I naturally couldn't just stand by and watch our club's reputation be torn down, could I?"

Yes, yes, that's exactly it!

I almost burst into tears, although the truth of the phrase "supreme spiritual symbol" was questionable...

"So please leave!" The paparazzi pulled out the cassette tape and threw it in front of it: "There's an enemy behind you; your strength is too weak. You're a smart man; go back and conserve your energy before coming back!"

"Discretion is the better part of valor"—truly an old and useful comforting saying. Wolf Brother thought for a moment, then picked up the cassette tape, glared at me, and left.

"That was a close call." The paparazzi put away his Walkman and picked me up from the ground.

Having escaped death, I now had a lot to say to him.

"...Wait, who invites an enemy to recuperate before challenging them? Shouldn't you have told it never to attack me again?" Although I was grateful to him, those words were clearly just a way to postpone my death.

"A small cassette tape can't possibly make demands beyond its value," he said. "If, as you say, it's forbidden from ever appearing in front of you again, it's not you, and it probably wouldn't agree. As long as we get through tonight, we can figure out what to do later, right?" That makes sense

...

"However, if we don't give it the tape, won't we still have the means to restrain it?" "

A person threatened for too long will also develop murderous intent. Haven't you heard of a cornered dog jumping over a wall?" He pulled open his coat, and below what I thought was a necklace, there was a voice recorder.

The numbers indicating the time were still ticking.

"This is..." I was still regretting not having time to back up the tape, but I didn't expect it to be a feint.

"No." The paparazzi stopped recording and stuffed the recorder into his clothes. "This is a rare souvenir; reselling it would damage our trust."

"Please..."

"If you were a girl, maybe a little coquetry would make me a little more interested."

"Rex is a guy too..." I muttered about the Rose Girl.

"That's different; she's Yingying now."

How stingy!

Wait...

"By the way, how did you know there was only one enemy behind you? How long have you been standing there?"

"Huh, did I say that?"

He led me back to the streetlight where the bunny bag was, as if unwilling to answer the question directly. The two people who fought the fierce battle were gone; Fu Xiu had probably chased after the retreating wolf and the other person!

The paparazzi put me into his bag, not caring how strange it was for a boy to carry a pink women's bag, and led me back to the hotel—another hotel.

"You've come to the wrong place, haven't you?"

Although it was also a hotel, this one looked...much more dilapidated from the outside.

"We'll stay here."

This is even stranger!

Even if it was to prevent the club president from being harassed by female students, or because the extreme sports club itself was being ostracized by students, it shouldn't have come to the point of sleeping in this terrifying "negative five-star" place, right?

"I think... you should return the things to their owners first." Thinking of the other guests staying inside, I couldn't muster any desire to go in.

"What do you think?" He gave me another chilling sneer.

I felt... the power to kill or torture wasn't in my hands...

Walking through the overgrown courtyard, he took out his key and opened the front door.

This was ridiculous. What kind of hotel even locks its front door? And the so-called "front door" was just a single wooden plank door like the ones used in ordinary homes. What kind of building or interior design idiot would put something like this at the front door?

The voyeur seemed completely unconcerned; to me, he wasn't a normal guest either.

Once inside, he habitually locked the door from the inside, completely unaware that the hotel owner was fast asleep on the counter, snoring away on the black-and-white TV playing a gangster drama.

Come to think of it, was that really the owner? He was dressed like a fishmonger… If the raincoat and rain boots were to prevent his clothes from getting soaked by the torrent of saliva, I could understand…

The voyeur led me up to the second floor. The spiral wooden staircase, from who-knows-when, was still quite sturdy; at least the groans from the planks were much quieter than the television…

“…You guys really like this unlucky number?” I couldn’t help but say as he headed towards room thirteen.

“Room thirteen can only sleep thirteen people.” Before I could react, he pushed open the door.

So bright! My eyes stung, and my eyelids snapped shut in a tenth of a second to block out the light that could blind me.

What the hell! Are there two suns in the room?

It took about five seconds for my eyes to adjust to the brightness. Everything and everyone in the room was completely beyond my expectations.

The space was frighteningly large; thirteen single beds fit perfectly without feeling cramped. And the room's decor…

I think I've seen these beds in a fashion bedding magazine before; one mattress alone costs hundreds of thousands… And that artistic sandblasted full-length mirror, the frame looks like top-grade crystal… The bedposts are covered in gold leaf…

The most outrageous thing is the carpet—the price tag is still on!

What country's resort is this?!

Just looking at this room, you can't possibly equate it with a run-down hotel exterior. Decor really is king!

"Oh, the spoils of your date? I thought you'd get slapped by Yingying!" C teased, looking at the bag in the photographer's hand.

All thirteen beds were occupied; even the third-year club members had all participated in this graduation trip.

"Actually, it was two punches," the photographer smiled, showing no signs of having been hit. "I also brought back some fun things."

He placed the bag on the bed, and I "confessed" and climbed out.

"Hello everyone..."

"Oh, it's Mo!" A (Levi) opened the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. "Hey, you're really something, coming to join the graduation trip too? The vice president guessed right."

Guess? What did the paparazzi guess?

"The fighting's starting, huh?" Soren, who was hogging the only TV in the room and playing the video game "Monster Hunter," grinned.

"Everyone, what's your decision?" The bathroom door opened, and Raphael, the club president, came out, still damp and with a towel around his waist. "

Mo is the mascot of the 'Extreme Sports Club.' Daring to mess with him is like going against us." A said.

"This specially planned trip is definitely worth the whole club's effort!" C said.

"..." Far (as usual, muted).

"As long as he's alive, we're not afraid of people coming to kill him. Besides, this game probably won't happen again for another five hundred years." Soren translated.

"Extreme sports are really interesting, club president, want to play together?" Su Fei chuckled.

Wait, wait a minute... Based on all of the above, they already knew everything?

Oh right… last time Ash saved me, to repay the favor I told him everything about why I didn’t return to the Celestial Realm… but I didn’t mention the “Soul Possessions” killing each other! Could this be their own speculation?

“Put this on!” The paparazzi suddenly threw a uniform at me.

“Wh…what?” I gasped.

He…he discovered something?

“It really is true?” Su Fei exclaimed in surprise, waking up Pluto who had gone to bed early, and even Soren, who wouldn’t throw away his game joystick even if the sky fell, actually pressed the pause button for the first time.

“Cool Moon Island.” The paparazzi uttered a keyword that made me freeze.

“Huh? What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Whatever, I’ll just keep lying! Although he and Rose Girl went there that day, he probably only noticed me with Ash’s waist turned into a massage stick, right?

“Do you think Ash is so oblivious that he didn’t notice anything? In the bathroom…” The paparazzi’s smile was somewhat sinister: “If you want evidence—”

He pressed the play button with a “snap!”

"...Don't you think so, given your 'transformation ability'? Do those who break the rules have the right to criticize others for not following them? In my opinion, you're the one who should be eliminated first among all the possessed ones!"

"...Can this be considered proof of admission?" As expected of the vice president's voyeuristic tendencies, he smiled at me.

"Enough! Stop!" I shouted, my face flushed.

I underestimated Ash; I didn't expect him to discover my transformation secret back then...

I turned to look at him; he remained silent.

"Your secrets are quite interesting." President Raphael put on his clothes, drying his still-damp blond hair with a towel.

"...We should be able to uncover more." The slyness on the voyeur's face surpassed even the most obnoxious paparazzi from *Eek Weekly*. "Like...the timing of the transformation?"

I was struck dumb!

Damn it... Was he just lucky, or did he plan this all along? He managed to get to this sensitive core issue with just one question!

I pondered whether I should tell the truth to these people who wanted to use me as bait—protecting me was secondary; they probably just wanted to experience the thrill of "extreme" adventures.

But then again… if I told them the truth, they would, as they said, fight to "protect the mascot." Wouldn't that mean I'd have thirteen more monstrous warriors to protect me? That would be fantastic!

Wait… I can't be too happy yet. Being "bait" means being exposed to danger, right? Just one failure, and my paradise dream would be over.

Even if I didn't tell them, they would still capture me to lure other possessed souls, but without knowing the transformation time, they couldn't do anything to me. The bait is hooked onto the fishing line, but casting far and casting close yield different catches.

But not saying anything doesn't seem good either...

Thinking about Zhengxu and his wolf brother, they're two solid big fish. If lying angers the Extreme Sports Club, it won't do me any good; and if the club members deliberately ignore me, or wait until I'm almost dead before attacking the other possessed ones, then I'll only have myself to blame.

Good heavens, should I say it... or not?

"To do or not to do!"

Wait, when did I say that?

At the carnival... the beautiful fortune teller...

right, it was when I was hesitating about becoming the Extreme Sports Club's mascot, she did my tarot reading!

If I chose to be the mascot, what did she say then...?

"The Hanged Man (upright), representing your recent situation..."

No, wait, further on!

The next card, about ultimate fate, I remember she said...

"Wheel of Fortune (upright), future development. This job will bring you extremely good luck; any misfortune will turn into good fortune, and a benefactor will help you from the shadows, turning crisis into opportunity."

Yes, that's it!

If we apply the divination to my current situation, "work" refers to being a mascot, "misfortune"

should refer to the battle of souls, "benefactor" refers to the extreme sports club, and "crisis can be turned into opportunity" should mean "although in danger, it's not fatal," right?

My current decision is the key to whether the paparazzi and his gang will become "benefactors"!

Since that's the case, I have no choice but to tell them.

"Four times a day, five hours apart, the transformation lasts for sixty minutes." I also readily admitted to the matter of the spirits sensing each other.

"Oh, that's quite a long time!" A seemed eager for a battle.

"Please include sleep time," C said.

"We have thirteen people, so we can divide them into two or three groups to take turns!"

"I'm referring to Xiao Mo's sleep time, of course, if he's willing to sleep three or four times a day, that's another story." C fully demonstrated his conscience.

“Fishing four times a day is pointless,” Di Luo said. “Every fish has its own schedule. Having the mascot wander around outside repeatedly is just a way of warning the enemy that there’s something fishy going on.”

“What about at night?” B (Xuan He) suggested. “I think those possessed individuals would prefer to be active at night. If it only transforms once, Xiao Mo won’t have to exert itself as much, and we won’t have to be on standby all day.”

“Di Luo and Xuan He’s opinions are both very constructive,” President Raphael said.

“Then we need to discuss whether Xiao Mo should stay with us from today onwards, or return it to the owner of this bag?” The paparazzi proposed another suggestion.

I almost immediately wanted to raise my hand and say I wanted to go back.

“Of course, it should stay with us,” A spoke first.

“It’s better to return it,” Su Fei said. “If that girl comes to our door asking for something, the president will have a headache again!”

There’s a misogynistic president in the extreme sports club.

“I don’t think there are any girls in this world who come to our door asking for a vibrator…” C looked at me with pity.

I understood what he meant. If they don't intend to return me to the bunny bag, even if I'm missing, Sama will just keep quiet.

"Sending the mascot back isn't impossible, but someone needs to pick him up and drop him off every night,"

said the paparazzi. Ash stepped forward.

"I'll go."

"Then let's send him back!" said President Raphael. "As for the 'fishing' time, let the 'fishers' negotiate it themselves."

The president, who's weak and helpless, seems to be more suited to being a spectator!

"Setting a fixed time will make it easier to coordinate, and it will also make it easier for the enemy to track Momo's movements," said the paparazzi.

After a thirty-second discussion, they decided that 8 PM would be the start time for the plan.

My twenty-day journey to heaven had officially begun.

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