Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 3

Episode 1, Chapter 7: Reunion

"Is today a special?"

"The finale is next Sunday, right?"

"Wow, how lucky! I'll definitely tell my mom and dad when I get home."

The little girls and boys were unexpectedly happy.

"Hmph! That joke isn't funny at all, I won't fall for it! You're the real Seaweed Demon King, aren't you?" It was clear that Soft-faced Superman was trying hard to correct his rambling.

"Hmph, no wonder you can't tell. I, the Seaweed Demon King, am not only the mastermind behind the conquest of the world, but also the Seaweed Demon King's shadow warrior!" I stupidly rejected Soft-faced Superman's good intentions.

A demon king can't make mistakes, and agreeing with the enemy is a disgrace.

Soft-faced Superman glared at me fiercely.

Ha, so even a righteous superhero can threaten a demon king!

"Whether you're the Seaweed Demon King or the Seaweed Demon King, to prevent humanity from continuing to suffer, I must defeat you today!" Soft-faced Superman finally gave up trying to salvage the situation and jumped straight into battle.

I was in an unusually good mood, but I didn't have time to waste with him any longer. I dodged a punch and leaped off the stage, sprinting towards the door.

"You damned Seaweed Demon King, you think you can escape?!"

"Escape? Hehe, Tofu Superman, you've completely fallen for my trap!" I turned and grinned slyly. "Our military's secret time bomb is hidden somewhere in the amusement park. If you don't want your loved ones to die, try to defuse the explosion!"

"Hey, are you serious?" The limp Superman asked nervously.

"Hmph, of course I'm serious. Goodbye!" With that, I laughed and strode away.

"This performance was so much fun! My brother said that Tofu Superman only ever fights the Demon King on stage."

"Next, are we going to find bombs in the amusement park? Will we get prizes if we find them?"

"I'm too scared to go. What if the bomb suddenly 'bangs'?"

"Xiao Qiu is a coward. Just stay in your seat!"

"I...I'm not!"

Listening to the little girls' and boys' chatter, I chuckled to myself with satisfaction. Great! This way, I not only preserved the children's dreams but also kept my true identity intact, and even secured an extra performance for Uncle Ball Hat. Now, the Seaweed Demon King can finally retire in glory.

I estimated the time; in about ten minutes, I'd be back to my original form. I thought I'd better leave this place as soon as possible and go back to Sefer Academy to wait for Sama.

"Hey, you in front, stop right there!"

"Quick, tell me where you buried the bomb!"

I looked back and saw the guards chasing after me again. They really are persistent!

"I was just making things up!" I explained as I ran away.

From exhibitionist to bomber, honestly, when will I ever be able to safely return to Sama's side?!

The transformation is imminent, and I'm overjoyed to discover that the distance from the theater to the amusement park entrance is only a short kilometer. Running that distance and then jumping into the taxi waiting at the entrance will take more than ten minutes.

"Mom, look! Why are the police chasing the Seaweed Demon King?"

"Because the Demon King is a bad guy!"

"Then why doesn't Tofu Superman come himself?"

"Probably because he's too busy."

No, it's because he's too useless. I silently corrected myself as I sprinted.

The approaching ditch seemed like the finish line of victory, constantly calling to me. I took a deep breath and sped up my sprint.

The championship is mine!

My heart is filled with supreme satisfaction. As I crossed the ditch, a girl suddenly appeared from the side.

"Miss, be careful!" the guards cried out.

"Get out of the way, you'll get hit!" I yelled back, unable to brake in time.

The girl had familiar red hair flowing in the wind. Looking closer, it was Hiizuki!

"Gotcha, you thief!" Her face was cold as she grabbed my right hand, turned me around, and gave me a heavy over-the-shoulder throw. "Give me back Sha Zhen's bag!"

With a thud, I fell backward to the ground, all I could see was the Demon King's helmet flying into the blue sky, and her stunned face.

With her keen observation, she must have noticed the difference between me and a robber.

"What bag? Miss…look closely, I don't look like a robber, do I?" I cried out in pain.

"You…"

"Who I am isn't important." Suddenly remembering I was being chased, I jumped up, picked up the helmet, put it on, and awkwardly slipped past her into the back seat of a taxi.

"Quick, drive!"

"Sir, you haven't said where you want to go yet?" the driver asked slowly.

"Anywhere, let's go first!"

Seeing me trying to run, Fei Yue rushed over and pounded on the taxi window.

"Wait, I have something to ask you!"

Beyond her waist, I saw the amusement park security guards arriving.

Feiyue doesn't know who I am. Do they know that if they tie me up and drag me to the pretty landlady to identify me, my future will be ruined!

"Please hurry up!" I urged the driver's seat urgently.

"Yes, yes." The driver slowly took out his key and inserted it into the lock. "Hold on tight!" After shifting gears, he stepped on the gas pedal with his right foot, and the taxi shot off like a missile, leaving everyone far behind.

"Gotcha, easy peasy." The driver picked up the half-empty bottle of beer from the cup holder and chugged it down in one go.

"Th-thank you."

"Being a demon king must be tough, right?" After stuffing the empty bottle into the seat pocket, the driver lit a cigarette and chatted with me.

"It's alright." I scratched my head. It was only my first day on the job, so I didn't feel anything special.

"Hey buddy, you're pretty good. There aren't many young people willing to work hard these days. Nobody wants to be stuck in those heavy costumes in the sweltering heat. They're either running errands at internet cafes or pubs." The driver exhaled a smoke ring. "His biggest hope is to please the audience, but instead he gets disliked. It's a thankless job!"

"Ah... yeah." I agreed with the driver's sentiment, though I wanted him to drive carefully ahead.

"But what can you do? This world can't be without a Demon King, otherwise Superman would be useless. But who controls whom behind the scenes is something the audience can't see." The driver's words had a hidden meaning: "By the way, buddy, where's your next performance?"

"Huh, a performance?"

"Isn't it?"

"Actually... I'm off work." I said apologetically, "Could you please take me to Sefer Academy?"

"That ghost school?" The driver seemed surprised that I was wealthy.

Indeed, even ordinary people wouldn't be willing to do the tiring job of pretending to be the Demon King at an amusement park, let alone the pampered young masters of Sefer Academy.

"Sefer Academy is haunted?" I asked curiously. A century-old school building with such a fierce ghost story?

"It's crammed full." The driver rolled down the window and flicked his cigarette ash out. "Although that school is enthusiastic about public welfare and donates a lot of money to charities every year, ultimately, isn't all that money earned from ordinary people?

Instead of trying to save those vegetative patients who might suddenly wake up, they should sell things cheaper to reduce the number of people who commit suicide and become vegetative, those damn bloodsuckers!"

Oh, so that's what he meant! I smiled bitterly.

"Sorry, buddy, I'm not targeting you, but I've never had a good impression of the Japanese from Sefer Academy. Maybe you're an exception; people like you are quite to my liking."

"It's okay." "Anyway, I'm not a student at Sefer College."

The driver tossed his cigarette butt into the ashtray. When he was working seriously, he became taciturn and focused.

The air conditioning blew at a lukewarm temperature, and the old car creaked and groaned—this was the working environment of a commoner. The radio played rough classical music; the driver probably thought rich people liked listening to that.

I silently accepted his kindness. Rock and ballads suited me better, I thought.

"Hey, we're here." The driver stepped on the brake. "It'll be four hundred and sixty-one yuan in total, but I'll give you four hundred and fifty." After waiting for a while without me taking out my money, the driver nudged me, who was sitting with my arms crossed, seemingly asleep. "Hey, wake up, we're here." "

It would have been better if he hadn't shaken me. His shaking sent my body tumbling around in the back seat like a victim in a horror movie, dismembered by a deranged killer.

Most people would have fainted by now, but the driver calmly picked up his scattered clothes and accessories, tossed them back onto his seat, turned around, and lit a cigarette.

'This can't be a dream, can it...' he murmured, gazing at the migrating geese in the dusky sky.

After finishing his cigarette, he glanced back at his clothes, finally confirming that I had vanished like smoke.

'Business during the Ghost Festival is really tough!' he sighed. 'Perhaps that guy really was an alien demon king coming to rule Earth, but even if he conquered this corrupt planet, what good would it do him?'" He

stubbed out his cigarette, restarted the engine, and drove away from the gates of Sefer Academy.

The scenery outside the window changed from bustling to desolate. After a long while, the taxi slowly came to a stop. The driver reached behind him with his right hand, grabbed the Seaweed Demon King's clothes, and threw them out. Soon after, thick smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe again, and the taxi drove away.

A stench filled the air. I crawled out of my pants and found myself abandoned in a garbage dump outside the city.

Damaged refrigerators, televisions, and household waste were piled up higher and higher. Crows were happily foraging for food there, and cockroaches were crawling all over the place.

The driver probably felt he had been ripped off for spending 450 yuan to chat with an "alien."

I looked at the taxi, now only the size of a matchbox, on the mountain road and slumped my shoulders in dejection.

How was I going to get back now?

"Dormitory Number One, a package!"

"Whose?" Fei Yue asked.

"The recipient is Miss Xiao Cheng."

"Oh, it's Xiao Cheng!" "Feiyue opened the door. "I'll accept it for her!" She readily signed her name on the delivery slip, picked up the cardboard box, and went inside.

"Ah, please wait a moment!" the deliveryman called out.

"Any questions?"

"The payment method is cash on delivery, the total shipping fee is one hundred yuan."

"Oh..." She felt in her pocket, took out a banknote, "Here you go!"

"Thank you." Having received the money, the deliveryman, having completed his mission, left a receipt and headed to his next destination with his truck full of goods.

"It's for Xiaocheng..." Feiyue was talking to herself when she suddenly burst into laughter, "My goodness, which idiot had such courage!" She shook the cardboard box, making me fall and feel dizzy. "Huh? Such a light and small thing, yet it uses such a big, broken box!" "

Yes, yes, it's all my fault. This is the best box I could find in the junkyard! Speaking of which, when are you going to take me to the pretty landlady?" The

silent complaint seemed to be sensed by Fei Yue. After laughing enough, she stopped grumbling and carried me directly to the second floor.

"Xiao Cheng, there's a package for you!" She knocked on the door in a very unladylike manner. I was sealed inside the box and couldn't see anything, but I heard a cracking sound.

"Coming." The pretty landlady opened the door.

"No need for the stamp, I've already received it for you."

"How much was the shipping?"

"I don't know, the recipient paid."

"Thank you."

The pretty landlady took the box, but her hand suddenly paused.

"This box... it has a strange smell?"

"Who knows, maybe it was picked up from the junkyard!" Fei Yue patted the box. "I also think this package is suspicious. There's no address, and the recipient's name is incomplete. Maybe it's a prank by some pervert who has a crush on you!" "

..."

The pretty landlady looked hesitant, but Fei Yue immediately said generously, "If you don't want to keep this box, I'll throw it away for you! It's better to throw this weird stuff from a weirdo into the incinerator and burn it to ashes."

"...Alright." From the shaking of the box, I knew the pretty landlady had let go and handed the cardboard box back to Fei Yue.

"Don't worry, it'll disappear with a bang!"

Please don't, sis!

Just thinking about the incinerator makes my body feel like it's cracking open. I don't want to be cremated alive!

Confined in the darkness, I was filled with fear, and all sorts of terrifying imaginations kept forming, driving me almost insane. If I had known it would be like this, I would have been better off running back!

I listened to the sounds outside; it seemed only the pretty landlady and Fei Yue were there. Fei Yue is bold, and she should be tight-lipped, right? I figured it was better to be exposed than to be destroyed; I couldn't stay silent any longer!

"Wait!" "

Huh?" Fei Yue froze, startled.

I was also stunned.

Although my mouth was wide open, I didn't say anything! It should be... right?

"Sorry, I was too loud..."

That clear voice... it was the beautiful landlady!

"I think we should keep the box. This package might have been sent by my aunt." The beautiful landlady's tone was hesitant, yet very firm.

"Xiao Cheng, are you crazy!" Fei Yue's voice was as incredulous as if she had discovered a bomber attempting to self-destruct, but no one stopped him.

"I'm not crazy. Besides you, the only people who call me Xiao Cheng are my uncle's family."

"If that's the case, why didn't you write an address?" Fei Yue questioned.

"Maybe they just moved to a new place and don't want me to know..." the beautiful landlady explained patiently.

"Then how do you explain this stinky box?"

"Maybe it's a leftover cardboard box..."

"Wake up, Xiao Cheng, what good stuff could be in such a lousy package?" Fei Yue almost shouted.

"Maybe... it's some personal belongings I accidentally left at home!" “

You…” Fei Yue stamped her foot angrily, “Fine, take it!”

“…I’m sorry,” the pretty landlady said softly.

“No need to apologize to me, it’s your stuff, you have the right to decide what to do with it.” Feiyue sighed. “I’m cleaning the room now. If you regret it later, just leave it by my door, I’ll take it and throw it away.”

“Thank you, Feiyue.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s nothing.”

After Feiyue left, the beautiful landlady silently carried me back to the room. The familiar scent moved me to tears. Even through the cardboard, I could still describe the various items in the room, even the types of stationery in the pen holder. After all, I had run along the four walls at least a hundred times, and that painful experience was unforgettable!

The clicking sound of the utility knife cutting through the tape quickly pierced the somber atmosphere. With a swift slicing through the tape, the two pieces of cardboard above opened up like the wings of a seagull about to take flight, revealing a vast expanse of sky and sea.

I leaped joyfully out of the black hole of despair.

“Hi, I’m back!” I tried to cheer her up with my most energetic voice.

If I hadn't almost bumped into her pretty face, this considerate approach wouldn't have backfired. Startled, she surprisingly reversed her usual insistence, shoving me back into the abyss of darkness and quickly sealing the box.

That's how it's portrayed in midnight dramas—a box-and-corpse case.

"You…what do you want to do?" I mimicked the victim's terrified tone.

"Return it!" She frantically tore at the opaque tape, desperately sealing the opening to hell.

"Return it? There's no sender's address on the box, and the deliveryman's long gone," I said.

"Then see you in the incinerator!" Another string of crackling noise.

Believe me, I never intended to provoke her, so why is she always getting angrier?

Fine, no matter how unreasonable, the arduous task of admitting fault still requires a man's action.

"I just went outside for some fresh air, I didn't intentionally run away from home. I know you're worried about me, but don't let this upset you!"

"I don't need your fake kindness, if you want an apology, get out of my room right now!" Her angry voice was still sweet.

"Don't say that, it's a pity you can't hear my confession." I easily jumped over her trap.

"Who cares!" She fell into her usual hysterical state again, "You left, fine, but why did you come back?"

In this family tragedy, her lover-like mournful sobs made my heart race.

"Because, I missed you!" A line from a fourth-rate TV drama automatically slipped out.

This kind of low-level sweet talk, which I thought was cool, was at best a weak spark with pitiful destructive power, but unfortunately, it drifted onto an invisible fuse, detonating a devastating nuclear bomb called "Pretty Landlady." The unconscious ramblings during our conversation became an irreparable fatal wound for this pathetic TV addict—and a very fatal one at that!

Strangely, I didn't feel any heat from the explosion inside the cardboard box. It was as if all the surrounding heat had been devoured, leaving me frozen, my limbs stiff, my scalp tingling, and my teeth chattering.

Was this what they called the reversal of extremes?

The cardboard box floated upwards, its flight unstable. I knew I was on a one-way trip to death, and I blamed myself for being so damn stupid.

"I apologize, I'll kneel before you, just take it as a joke, okay?" I tried to use my verbal skills without any hope of escape, secretly attempting to cut the tape with my fingernails. Unfortunately, my fingers were as long as a cat's fist, and even when I squeezed my pinky into the gap, I couldn't pry off a single bit of adhesive.

The pretty landlady ignored me completely.

"Hey, say something?"

"Goodbye!"

Very well, although I got a terrible reply, since she was willing to speak, it meant there was still room for negotiation.

"I believe you wouldn't do that. Pretty people are always kind-hearted; I could tell before." I flattered her.

"Smooth talker!"

I persisted, offering a few more compliments. Seeing her unmoved, I had to admit my flattery tactic had failed.

Okay, let's try another trick!

"A kind girl like you wouldn't bear to hear my dying cries. Although I'm not human, if you throw me into the fire, I'll get burned and scream in pain too. That's no different from killing!"

"Have you heard of the boiling frog experiment?" After a moment of silence, she spoke slowly.

What a conscientious way to execute someone. Without any seasoning, what would boiled silicone taste like?

"No, that would be too awful, I'd feel nauseous!"

"I didn't ask you to eat it."

Okay, I admit playing the victim didn't work. To deal with civilized people, you have to be reasonable.

"It's illegal to kick out a tenant like this without cause."

She stopped in her tracks.

"What did you say?"

"We agreed on a three-month lease, and the term hasn't expired yet. If you want to kick someone out, you need my permission first." Before I could be overwhelmed by her anger, I said confidently, "Even if you terminate the lease, you need to give me some time. You can't just make the tenant move out immediately!"

"Nonsense! When did I sign a contract with you?" Her temper was rising.

"How could I not?" I retorted stubbornly. "A contract only needs to be verbally agreed upon to be valid and effective. It doesn't need to be in writing, doesn't it?"

"Nonsense! The dormitory belongs to the school. Students don't have the right to sublet. Even if I agreed to something, the contract is still invalid." True to her nature as a resident student, she immediately retorted.

“That’s wrong. The land and school buildings belong to Sefer, not the current chairman. Besides, Sefer is only missing, not dead, and she didn’t transfer ownership before she disappeared. Let’s assume the landlord remains neutral. Since you, the sub-landlord, have agreed, the contract is valid!”

Since Sefer was willing to spend a lot of money to build the school, she wouldn’t be so petty.

“Do you really think Sefer is still alive after all these years?” The pretty landlady disagreed.

“I’m just stating the facts. Besides, no one dares to say Sefer is no longer alive. Maybe she’s still alive, just dying.”

“Okay, even if that’s true, without rent, what kind of lease contract is that?”

“Who says there isn’t? The rent is 0 yuan! And it doesn’t exceed the declared total amount of land and buildings with an annual interest rate of 10%, so it won’t violate the law!” Wow, I actually have a lot of common sense about renting!

"Let me guess, you're probably thinking: 'If that's the case, as long as I can't pay, that'll be fine

, right? Unfortunately, the contract is a mutual agreement; the landlord can't unilaterally raise the rent, and I, the tenant, certainly can't agree to it!'" I'm quite impressed with my own eloquence; I really should join a debate club. "—What you said sounds reasonable at first glance, but it has a fatal flaw." Having suffered a crushing defeat, she launched a surprise attack, "The lease agreement is ultimately invalid because—the tenant is already dead."

She overwhelmed me.

"That's right, I am already dead!" Touched where it hurt, I couldn't help but jump up. "But, the same soul, when it possesses a person, is reincarnation, but when it possesses an object, it's a supernatural phenomenon? If it were you, you wouldn't deny yourself because of that, would you?"

"You…" Her coldness was quickly devoured by me.

“I didn’t want to become like this, but the fact is I’m dead, and I’ve become this grotesque! I know you hate me, but it’s not my fault I became like this. Even if you can’t stand my ugliness, I could hide from you for three months, but why did you go back on your word?”

“Enough!” She probably never dreamed that the cockroaches locked in the box would go berserk, and that they would know how to verbally provoke her.

“The world is vast, I could choose not to come back, but I can’t bear to leave this place, not because you’re beautiful, nor because I have masochistic tendencies, but because, apart from the gatekeeper, only you know that I look like a vibrator.

“I don’t have to hide my body when I talk to you, nor do I have to lie for fear that you’ll tear off my mask. That’s the real reason I chose to come back. Now, I’ve decided! No matter how you treat me, I will never leave here. If you refuse to fulfill the lease agreement, I will apply to the court for enforcement!”

“Enough!” "Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and threw the cardboard box.

I tumbled through the air several times, experiencing again the weightlessness Armstrong had felt on the moon—though that, along with the footprints, might have been fake.

Unfortunately, I was neither on the moon nor in outer space, and ultimately, I couldn't escape the gravity exhibited by the apple that hadn't killed Newton, and plummeted downwards.

I never expected the fall to be safe, but no one told me how dangerous it would be!"

"A 'Beauty Piercing Box'!"

A mysterious, ethereal voice firmly told me as the gleaming utility knife slashed my cheek.

No, no!

I shook my head in denial.

Magicians perform illusions, but I'm demonstrating real skills. If I survive like the beauty in the box, it won't be due to hidden mechanisms, but rather skill and luck. The sudden

stab with the utility knife caused the startled cardboard box to plummet again. I struggled to steady myself, while simultaneously trying to avoid being decapitated amidst the dizziness.

Roller coasters are fun, but they get tiresome after a while.

As soon as the box stabilized—whether it was a temporary pause or not—I immediately began my self-rescue. The

utility knife was half-buried in the box, unable to move. I couldn't pull this big radish out, so I had to break off a small piece of the blade to cut open the seal. The moment I did, I regretted it!

The rolling logs and rocks in the pen holder, like a landslide during a typhoon, crashed in with tremendous force, opening the box... The paper fan seemed to gladly welcome all sorts of deadly weapons; the piercing force of gravity was reminiscent of Count Dracula's famous masterpiece—the human flesh skewer.

After repeated impacts, I could no longer discern where I was. The cardboard box rolled under the desk—or rather, a small corner rolled under the desk, overturning the wooden pen holder in the process.

When I saw the craft knife, I should have known; it was stationery that had always been on my desk. If I had remembered in time, I wouldn't have been so foolish as to eagerly try to open the box, but now, saying more was futile.

In that life-or-death moment, unknown potential erupted in a burst of energy. In an instant, I reached the realm of a martial arts master, everything around me slowing down absurdly as if in a prank. I looked up at the numerous falling objects defying the laws of nature, my mind instantly calculating thousands of evasive routes, from simple and straightforward to unpredictable and complex, offering a variety of options.

To demonstrate my decisiveness, I decided in a mere tenth of a second... I used the method that satisfied me most—dodging, even though it only took five minutes of real time—then I closed my eyes, concentrated, and circulated my inner energy.

When my true energy flowed continuously throughout my body, I opened my eyes, roared, and with a burst of energy, leaped forward, rushing towards my target at lightning speed—at one-fiftieth the speed—and was struck and bruised in the blink of an eye.

I lay on the ground, still somewhat bewildered. How could a master be defeated so easily?

After a moment's thought, I finally understood: only my thoughts had sped up; my body hadn't kept up with the inhuman speed. Thus, my recklessness had brought this misfortune upon me.

Oh well! If an ordinary person becomes a powerful being, many possibilities arise: martial arts, cultivation, urban heroes… If an ordinary massage stick becomes a super-powerful massage stick, all that's left is a vulgar storyline; the difference in levels is too great!

Regarding this outcome, I can only sigh with regret: Damn it! This useless superpower is better off gone!

I crashed to the side, battered and bruised. The cardboard box, softened and thinned by years of weathering, capsized with a satisfying thud, like a small boat swaying precariously on a lake.

Now I was certain she really wanted to kill me. I was determined to argue with her to the bitter end. No matter what excuse she gave, I was going to stay here no matter what, and I wouldn't let her have her way!

Climbing out of the box, I greedily inhaled the fragrance of freedom. Only when I was satisfied did I calm myself down and re-enter battle mode. I was confident that, given her temperament, she wouldn't let me roam freely. I had to quickly muster my manly spirit to face the next arduous battle of the century.

But I miscalculated. When I had prepared all my arguments and was ready to declare war with soaring ambition, I saw her crying her heart out. My feeble willpower, like a towering building made of polystyrene and salad oil bottles, couldn't withstand the slightest wavering of my heart and instantly crumbled into ruins.

“Hey, Xiaocheng—”

“Don’t call me by my name!” She was so angry that tears streamed down her face.

“Oh…” I obediently shut up. My heart softened, and my anger subsided. Now, if I were to argue with her, I would only be a cowardly wimp. I really don’t know where I got the guts to defy her earlier.

“What you said is true, but—” she stubbornly wiped away her tears, “If it’s not your fault, is it mine?”

She was right. It wasn’t her fault either. I was unlucky, but she was even more unlucky, having to take in this pornographic product.

“Okay, I’ll leave.” I thought for a moment and said.

“Really?” She was stunned for a moment, then smiled. She was really beautiful.

“Yes.” I nodded painfully, crying inside, but pretending to be strong on the outside. “But you have to promise me that you will…” I wanted to tell her that I would always keep such a beautiful smile, but if I said that, she would become expressionless again, so I could only shut my mouth.

“Want what?” "Seeing me suddenly pretend to be mute, she asked curiously.

I shook my head, and her smile immediately faded.

"Actually, it's nothing..." I quickly explained, "It's just that you told Feiyue earlier that I'm your possession, which made me very happy."

Her face instantly turned a beautiful pink.

"Th-that's..."

"So, I hope—" I picked up the strange pen that had fallen to the ground and handed it to her. She looked defensive and refused to take it until she knew my purpose.

"Hope what?" she asked.

"I hope that before you leave, you can sign your name on me so I can keep it as a souvenir," I said shyly.

"..."

"I know you don't want to touch things I've touched, so how about I wipe it clean before giving it to you?"

"..."

She remained silent, but the pink color deepened and spread to her ears and neck. Only then did I realize she was a girl.

"Or how about using a ballpoint pen! The handwriting doesn't have to be big, just a small line will do!" "I hastily corrected my excessive demands, but her flushed face hadn't faded; in fact, it seemed to be getting worse.

"You perverted monster!"

The paperweight came hurtling towards me with lightning speed and precision. I couldn't dodge in time, and the battery compartment cracked, scattering fragments everywhere.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much!" I clutched my groin, tears and snot streaming down my face. Oh no, I'm going to be castrated!

"I knew you weren't any good!" She grabbed a baseball bat from the corner—it'd been a staple in her room ever since the incident where she grew arms and legs—and started relentlessly beating me.

"I really didn't mean it that way, don't overthink it!" I ran for my life, and she beat me just as relentlessly.

"Die!" She swung her bat with all her might, leaving another gash on my back.

"Calm down, I really am going to die!" I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the throbbing pain in my groin. She was like Godzilla, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

Even without her saying a word, for the sake of my future paradise, I really should move out of this high-altitude restricted area immediately, really!

Chapter 8 of Episode 1: Hellish Cuisine

I lay on the floor, not wanting to move an inch.

I ended up staying anyway. I don't know why, but she didn't kick me out. Maybe the room renovation costs exceeded her tolerance limit, or maybe it was because she couldn't kick me out without my signature, so she had to let me stay and continue my wanton ways.

Regardless of the reason, I didn't dare ask; I was afraid she'd get angry again. Anyway, I had things I wanted to know, so I'd been behaving myself for a while.

After a few days, I roughly figured out the pattern of the transformation: without a specific need, every twenty-three hours, I would be forcibly transformed into a human for one hour. During this time, no matter what method I used, I couldn't revert to the vibrator form. After the transformation period, if I wanted to transform again at my own will, I had to wait at least five hours.

In short, if we consider a day as a unit, the number of transformations is at least once (and it's forced), and at most four times.

After reaching this conclusion, I spent two or three days carefully verifying it to ensure the theory was correct, so as not to embarrass myself in public again. Of course, I didn't stay in the pretty landlady's room forever. Although I no longer went back to Sama's place, I still cared about her.

The little bunny backpack was eventually returned to her safely; I had forgotten it in the changing room that day, and the guard couldn't have missed it. Although it was returned to its owner, she didn't seem happy at all, and sometimes she would even hide in her room and cry secretly. Several of the landladys took turns comforting her, but it didn't help. Only I knew the reason. "

Sama, it's the robber's fault that the backpack was stolen, but it's my fault that the little bunny isn't in the backpack. The little bunny isn't coming back not because it's angry or lost, but because it has another place it wants to go back to. Don't be sad anymore!"

At three in the morning that day, I stood in the corridor, feeling guilty towards the room from which the faint light and sobbing sounds came. But I never appeared in front of Sama as the little bunny again. This apology remained silently in my heart, never spoken aloud.

After the disappointment, Sama gradually calmed down, which gave me the courage to step into her room again.

That day, while she was at school, I sneaked in, placed a clean teddy bear scarf on her bed, and then took the last thing that belonged to me—that brand-new boys' uniform.

Knowing I had returned might offer some comfort!

I know it was selfish, but "dwarves" can't live with humans forever.

Hmm, dwarves?

My hand slid over the luxurious fabric. What

if I weren't a dwarf, but a human? If I became human, wouldn't I be able to disguise myself as a student to approach Sama and apologize to her?

But to do that, I'd face two problems: first, Sama probably wouldn't recognize me and might even say, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else"; second, and most troublesome, there were countless surveillance cameras waiting to film me outside, and I couldn't openly walk out of the girls' dormitory in a boys' uniform—that would only lead to my death.

I pushed open the screen window, climbed onto the balcony railing, and helplessly gazed at the magnificent school buildings in the distance, a sense of melancholy washing over me.

This path, though short, was fraught with danger. It seems I can't go there for now!

I need a few more days to prepare.

With my not-too-idiotic brain, I smoothly drafted a flawless battle plan and listed the supplies I needed to buy. It just so happened to be the weekend, so I was waiting to sneak a peek at my pretty landlady's computer while she was out shopping. But I waited and waited, and she sat at her desk like a statue from early morning until the afternoon, still in the same position. I was getting impatient.

"Aren't you going to eat lunch?"

she asked, ignoring me.

"Isn't it Saturday? At least go out for a walk!"

She gave me a cold glance before turning back to her studies.

Her tendency to avoid direct answers was truly frustrating. Understanding her thoughts might be easier with tarot cards, but I didn't have any on hand. So, I patiently waited, stealing a chance to look through her calendar, and then it dawned on me.

Midterms were coming up!

No wonder my pretty landlady hadn't been paying much attention to me this week, not even going to the bathhouse. It turned out the big exams were approaching, and she didn't have time to indulge herself. So it seems pointless to sneak into the campus next week under full school security. Although I'm reluctant, it looks like my beachhead plan will have to be postponed.

People say that lofty ideals and great deeds are always met with repeated obstacles, and I think that's true for me. My tragic and moving experiences prove that this isn't something ordinary people can do, which also means I'm a chosen one, destined for greatness!

-- However, I think that's probably impossible, because I'm not handsome enough!

Although I sometimes fantasize about having a harem and living a carefree, godlike life (forgive me, after all, I'm a man, such fantasies are understandable), that was when I was a human. I don't meet the requirements for a stallion now (although I look like some of them), because that's too tiring, and might cost me my life.

In short, I can only try to kill time now. Being ignored is really unpleasant. Although I'm usually idle, I'm even more bored now.

I've decided to emulate my role model—my beautiful landlady!

According to my count, she only left her seat four times from six in the morning to five in the afternoon—once for breakfast and once for lunch, and the other two times for going to the bathroom. The total time added up to less than an hour.

I could feel how much she valued this exam; her enthusiasm for striving to be the best among the elite candidates deeply moved me. Even though I'm not a big reader, I was inspired by her and felt I should occasionally enrich myself.

After reading all day, she finally responded to her physical fatigue, ate dinner, and went straight to take a shower. I, on the other hand, leaned against the bedpost, flipping through a book I'd stumbled upon that day.

When I returned from my shower, she saw what I was holding and her expression changed.

"What are you doing?"

"Reading. Don't worry, I didn't touch your things." I waved the book in my hand. If I hadn't added that last sentence, I feared she would have given me another beating.

"You're already dead, what are you reading?" she said, turning her head away as if to cover it up.

“Reading isn’t about living.” I couldn’t tell if the blush on her face was from shyness or from the high temperature of the steamy bathroom, but that natural rouge color was as beautiful as rose cream, as if it would melt in your mouth. “I sometimes want to be ambitious!”

“What are you reading?”

“The Bible, which is very inspiring.”

“Really?” She finally couldn’t suppress her curiosity and leaned closer.

"As a human being, one should know the principles of being human; as a massage stick, one should know how to use it." I waved the user manual I found in the battery compartment and smiled innocently at her, "It's quite interesting, want to take a look?"

The brief harmony between us immediately shattered.

"Pervert!"

I leaped aside, dodging the chair-shaped weapon she threw.

"Fine, I won't look then! You can't just allow the magistrate to set fires while forbidding the common people to light lamps!" I protested my right to read.

"If you say that again, I'll kill you!" Her face was as red as a dragon fruit.

"Even if I didn't say it, you'd still kill me anyway, wouldn't you?" I dodged a barrage of stationery bullets, clutching my happiness textbook and starting my desperate escape, "Besides, I'm learning theory, not technology. Even if I'm bored, I wouldn't want to apply it to you..."

"If you say that again—" She blushed and grabbed her weapon, unleashing a fatal blow at me. Luckily, a baseball bat isn't suitable for golf; a timely push-up, and the deeply karmic trash can became my scapegoat.

Brother, be a better human in your next life!

I silently recited a few sutras for salvation to appease her, then scrambled and crawled about, dodging and weaving. My life hung precariously on the edge of a cliff; I had no energy left for sympathy.

She overturned tables, chairs, and cabinets, cutting off my hiding places and turning them into obstacles. I struggled to climb over them, while she easily stepped over them. My strength began to wane.

"You pervert, this time I won't let you get away!"

Just as I climbed onto a low cabinet, she unexpectedly kicked me in the back. I flew straight out, crashing squarely into a white handbag on her bedside table.

"Goal!" I could almost hear the referee's whistle and the cheers of the crowd.

"Today, it's either you or me." She stepped onto a sunflower-patterned mat, twisting her toes left and right, vigorously wiping the sole of her shoe that I had soiled.

This was the most vehement thing she had ever said, and she was at least seventy percent serious.

I stood up, wincing in pain and clutching my back. Damn it, I think I'd pulled a muscle! But I forced a smile and said, "There's no need to be so ruthless. Peace is the best policy..." Deep down, I knew there could never be peace between us.

Sigh, if we can't be friends, can't we even avoid being enemies?

"Peace comes at the cost of sacrifice." Her beautiful face was now filled with a sinister expression, her baseball bat slowly raised high, like an executioner on a cue. "I can't stand you anymore. I gave you a chance, but you wouldn't leave!"

"Wait...wait a minute! We just discussed this last time, don't bring up the past! Let's sit down and talk things out. Besides...it's illegal for a landlord to murder a tenant!" Following the advice of television programs, I stalled for time with empty talk, my eyes subtly scanning the surroundings, assessing a new escape route.

"Does a tenant have the intention to...rape the landlord?" she asked, filled with shame and indignation.

"I told you I didn't mean it that way! I may be ugly, but I still know right from wrong.

The saying 'a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow' exists for a reason—" Before she could finish, the vase beside her shattered in two with a crash.

"So, you're planning to target others?" Her beautiful eyes practically spit fire.

"That's not what I meant. Don't try to find loopholes in my words and misinterpret them..." Damn it, how do I have to explain myself for her to understand? She won't let me touch her things, and I'm sure my own will suffer too. Now it's like a scholar encountering a soldier—I can't reason with her. Why are women so difficult to deal with?

The baseball bat was raised again, and every nerve in my body tensed up. To my right, there were ceramic shards everywhere; to my left, an overturned dressing table. She stood blocking my way, like a god reigning over the world, ready to deliver judgment at any moment.

The air around us was freezing cold, almost sterile. I tried to ward off the chill, but goosebumps still covered my arms.

Even now, I still don't think I've done anything wrong. To be honest, it was all just her overthinking. While I might have been suspected of public indecency, I was simply satisfying my curiosity and had absolutely no malicious intent. But she didn't see it that way. Without even listening to my explanation, she sentenced me to death, not even giving me a chance to appeal.

I could only stare wide-eyed, helplessly watching the baseball bat strike down at speed exceeding freefall!

That gatekeeper uncle who should have been in hell and had his tongue cut off hundreds of years ago! She calls me some kind of divine weapon, but I have none of the power a divine weapon should possess, always ending in a tragic way.

However, I think this is the last time.

I simply don't have the courage to watch myself perish. Before the suffocating wind pressure pierces through my body, I tightly close my eyes and raise my hand to block!

--Huh, it doesn't hurt?

The fierce wind pressure inexplicably dissipated before it reached me. Did she change her mood, or was she just trying to scare me? After a few seconds of no response, I cautiously opened one eyelid to observe. Her face was still as red as a peach blossom, but the baseball bat was frozen in mid-air, and the air around her had changed from frozen to bubbling.

I was puzzled. The room was exactly the same as before I closed my eyes—except for being a little messy, there was nothing unusual. This couldn't explain her abnormal behavior. Now I could only think of the gatekeeper uncle having a change of heart and coming to rescue me, but he wasn't in the room, and I didn't think he had the power to remotely control things.

If none of the above assumptions were true, then the only possibility was the power of my "artifact" itself!

Perhaps at the crucial moment, I unconsciously cast a spell like a paralysis spell, rendering the beautiful landlady unable to move.

In that case, I might be an unparalleled genius, but I still have a lot of potential to be developed. If things continue to develop like this, one day I will definitely become an invincible superhuman. Although I'm not quite the martial arts master I originally envisioned, the future is still very promising!

"Put it down!" she gritted her teeth.

"Oh." Her reminder had made my arms, which had been raised for so long, quite sore. Since she couldn't move anyway, I stretched and relaxed my heavy hands.

As soon as I lowered them, her baseball bat slammed down again, startling me into raising my arms high. Only then did I realize the weight in my arms came from something in my hands:

a picture frame.

My smile vanished instantly. All

that misunderstanding? My immobilization spell wasn't real!

What a cruel truth! Like a charlatan in a bustling temple who had dedicated his life to saving countless lives, only to discover he was a charlatan whose supposed divine power to help the world was merely a means to swindle.

"Put it down!" The pretty landlady's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, bright enough to be a searchlight.

Now I finally knew what she meant, but how could a poor wretch who had finally received a get-out-of-jail-free card easily surrender?

"No!"

"...Put it down." I could tell this was a final warning, but I really didn't dare to think about what would happen if she lost what she feared.

"I'd rather die than let it go!" I said, mustering my

courage. "You..." she was speechless with anger.

The way the baseball bat moved showed her inner conflict. She took several deep breaths, veins bulging, to calm her anger, lest she accidentally drop the photo and destroy me together. I curled up behind the photo frame, peeking at her fearfully with my two round eyes.

"What are you looking at!" Although my peeking wasn't exactly blatant, it wasn't exactly discreet either. As soon as she noticed my gaze, she asked, her voice filled with gunpowder.

"I haven't even opened the door yet! How could I see anything?" The beautiful landlady's reply came in a voice as clear as a wind chime.

My beautiful landlady and I froze simultaneously.

Oh no! They heard our entire conversation?

"Yeah, trying to scare us like that is such a lame tactic." Could it be, Fei Yue is outside too? The lingering pain from the over-the-shoulder throw, still throbbing in my bones, started to throb again.

"Xiao Cheng, hitting her is so outdated. Listen to me, to deal with that rat, a guava (hand grenade) is the most effective and permanent solution—" "

Confiscate it!" Feng Hua said sternly.

Then came Feiyue's desperate pleas: "No, that's my allowance for this month..."

"Here, the check is!"

"I won't take it. With your signature, Mason will—"

"Will what?" Fenghua seemed to know exactly how Feiyue would spend the money. "Don't hold weapons-showing rallies all the time. Have you forgotten the chairman's warning?"

"I haven't forgotten..."

"You have!" Fenghua scolded, "Violence can't solve all problems—"

"Ninety percent is enough..."

"No more complaining!" Fenghua raised her voice: "Listen carefully, it's wrong to resort to violence for everything. The academy is a peaceful place, and we must learn to handle problems peacefully."

I agree!

I nodded unconsciously, secretly glancing at the pretty landlady, whose brows were furrowed.

"Xiaocheng, don't worry about that pest. After the exam, Feiyue and I will help you clean up. Otherwise, the things you broke will cost enough to buy several dozen insecticides!" Fenghua shouted.

Cleaning the room?

A flicker of fear crossed both my face and the pretty landlady's.

"That rat isn't worth you giving up on. There's a study session downstairs, wanna come?" Feng Hua asked again.

"This is a great opportunity to improve my grades!"

This unusual excitement... Could Fei Yue be the type to get all her grades failing?

"Okay," the pretty landlady replied in her usual sweet voice, then turned her usual ruthless gaze towards me: "Consider yourself lucky. This is the end of it. Don't let me see you again when you come back!"

I repeatedly agreed, maintaining the most cowardly and timid posture to avoid provoking her further. She precisely picked out the textbooks, pens, and rulers from the pile of rubble, then quickly opened and closed the door, not giving Feng Hua and Fei Yue any chance to visit.

Hearing the footsteps grow lighter, I patted my chest.

Whew, she's finally gone!

I'll definitely die of a heart attack someday—even though I don't have a heart, and I'm already dead.

Wiping away my sweat, I put down the photo frame, and a small photograph slipped out from the side crack.

Turning the frame, the photograph remained. It was a portrait of her on her first day of school, taken in front of the magnificent, classical school gate. Her face held a hint of naivety and nervousness, along with a touch of melancholy.

Melancholy? It didn't seem like her at all.

I stuck my tongue out at the photograph of her and picked up another one that had slipped out.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't a photograph at all, but an incredibly realistic painting.

The time was afternoon, the season was summer, and the location was a forest. The girl, wearing a sheer white dress, sat on a swing, holding a baby, blending harmoniously into the quiet background.

Her ethereal beauty, typical of someone in her early twenties, shone with a clear, bright light in her eyes; her long, black hair was loosely braided, cascading softly over her neck and down to her chest; her bare legs were flawless, lightly touching the low-lying grass.

From the front of the painting, only a small part of the baby's eyebrows and eyes, and the tip of its rosy nose, could be seen. The baby was fast asleep with its eyes closed, and the woman's features resembled those of the beautiful landlady—no, to be precise, the beautiful landlady resembled her.

She was the beautiful landlady's mother.

Being too certain was an oversimplification; people who look alike could be close relatives, distant relatives, or even strangers, but most people wouldn't treasure a photo or drawing like that—that was my thinking.

In short, I was stubbornly convinced she was the beautiful landlady's mother, and also my savior. It turned out she was secretly protecting me! If it weren't for this painting, I would have been smashed to pieces by the beautiful landlady, frame and all!

Thank you, Mom!

I kowtowed three times, tears streaming down my face.

After kowtowing, I carefully put the painting back in the frame. This was the beautiful landlady's treasure; if it were damaged, I wouldn't be able to pay for it even with ten lives. I put the frame back in its place, clasped my hands together in a sincere prayer, then jumped off the bedside table and confidently occupied the beautiful landlady's soft, fragrant bed.

The monster had gone off to ravage other places. I rolled over onto my stomach, secretly picked up the "Happiness Textbook," and excitedly opened it.

"Heh-hmm—" I yawned and closed the last page of the instruction manual.

What a valuable lesson!

If it hadn't turned into a vibrator, I probably would never have touched such a thing in my life. After all, men with money would rather buy porn or rent porn than torture themselves with this kind of thing.

I jumped off the bed, but almost twisted my ankle on a pencil. Her room was a complete mess, worse than a typhoon, earthquake, or flood. I wanted to help her tidy up, but I was afraid she would actually tear the room down in a fit of anger. After thinking it over, I decided to just clean up the small places she wouldn't notice.

There wasn't much to clean, so after cleaning, I obediently nestled under the bed and waited for her to come back. The pretty landlady's warning was like the villain's habitual pronouncements in a gangster drama; I mostly just listened. I just had to accept my fate and hide where she couldn't see me, and reappear after the storm had passed. Although it would be boring, living under someone else's roof, it was only right to occasionally try to please the landlady.

After sitting there for five minutes, bored out of my mind, I started rolling around on the floor, even stuffing two alkaline batteries in my mouth for some effortless anaerobic exercise. But less than ten seconds later, I felt dizzy and nauseous, almost throwing up last year's Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes for a good reminiscing. Unable

to do anything, I simply took a nap. When I woke up, I checked the clock; it was ten o'clock and the beautiful landlady still hadn't returned.

Could she have fallen asleep in the living room?

A little worried, I moved a chair, opened the door, and quietly slipped downstairs to investigate.

The ornate chandelier was gleaming, and with no shade, I didn't dare to step inside rashly. I could only cradle my neck and peer into the stairwell. Seven stunningly beautiful women, beyond description, were gathered together—a real feast for the eyes! But I was too late; they had already closed their books and started packing their things.

"That's about it for the important parts," the beautiful landlady said.

"Chinese is alright, and as for foreign history, as long as you memorize the Victorian era in England, it'll be easy to pass. Economics this afternoon shouldn't be a big problem either," Feng Hua said.

The Victorian era…isn't that the era of Sefer? It seems the school is quite sycophantic.

"Of course you can say it so easily, you're studying business!" Fei Yue pouted; it seems studying is really tough on her.

"Don't worry, I'm in the same class as you, and we sit next to each other. I'll definitely protect you, including on Tuesdays for foreign language and political science!" Feng Hua said righteously. "But if you rely on me and don't even look at your books, then forget about protecting you!"

"How can you say that…"

"Alright, alright, Sama wants to sleep!" Sama impatiently closed her pocket watch, her smile vanishing with drowsiness.

"Wait a minute, I still have a question." Fei Yue reached across the table and pressed down on Sama's book, preventing her from taking it away. "Didn't the professor tell you anything? Xiao Cheng only highlighted a tiny bit of the key points in political science, and only emphasized one chapter. It's really strange!"

"Sama doesn't know anything!" Her stubborn anger was impossible to suppress, even when she was sleepy. "I wasn't listening in class, Dad taught whatever he wanted!"

"No wonder it was all minor points, no wonder." Feng Hua nodded understandingly.

Yes, no wonder.

Although she had never met Sama's father, he didn't seem as bad as Sama described. Would a man who only saw power and treated marriage and his daughter as tools show affection by going easy on her?

"Alright, alright, that's enough! Everyone go back to your rooms, those who want to sleep, sleep; those who want to study, study. We'll meet again tomorrow night!"

The study group disbanded under Feng Hua's announcement; she was practically a born chairperson.

The girls gradually left their seats, and the pretty landlady also picked up her book bag and got up. I hurriedly retreated; even if they walked slowly, they were faster than me crawling. If I didn't sneak away first, I'd be lucky not to get caught!

"Yotsuba."

"What is it?"

"Can I sleep with you?" The pretty landlady's words almost made me stumble.

"Sure," Yotsuba agreed with a smile.

"Sorry, my room is a bit messy..."

"It's okay, it's not a hassle."

The pretty landlady isn't planning to sleep in her room tonight? That makes sense, she was so angry just now, she needs time to calm down, and I need time to recover.

I stole a few more glances at Sama, and seeing her rosy complexion, I went upstairs with peace of mind.

To maximize my chances of admiring the beauties, I prepared early the next day. When the girls gathered in the living room that evening, I positioned myself as an invisible study companion.

"Ah—I bombed the exam!" Hishizuki leaned back, sprawling on the sofa and yelling.

"Seventy-something points and you call that bad? Who do you think you're lucky to have gotten this score?" Feng Hua said. "Also, remember to keep your manners elegant."

"Okay..." Fei Yue reluctantly resumed her upright posture. "The exam papers haven't been handed out yet, how do you know what score you'll get?"

"Right is right, wrong is wrong, just do a quick calculation, right?"

"Oh..." Fei Yue gave a perfunctory reply and said to the pretty landlady, "Xiao Cheng, shall we begin?"

"Wait until you're done arguing! Once you start arguing, it never ends." The pretty landlady said, feigning anger.

"Yeah, today ended so quickly!" Sha Zhen chimed in.

"It's not my fault, it's just that Feng Hua is too lecturing!" Fei Yue said innocently, making all the girls burst into laughter.

"Alright, let's begin." Time was precious, so the pretty landlady picked up a red pen, and everyone quickly sat down, but each person took out a different textbook.

It seems that foreign languages are chosen based on personal preference. Hiiyue, Fuuka, and the beautiful landlady each have a green-covered English textbook in front of them, Sama and Otoyu are studying French, Yotsuba is studying Spanish, while Ryua has taken out German, Latin, and Czech textbooks.

Studying three foreign languages by herself is too much!

"Let's start with the most popular subject," the beautiful landlady said, opening her English textbook.

Fuuka and Hiiyue followed her instructions, marking and drawing, not daring to disobey the landlady's golden words; the landlady directed with unwavering composure, the red lines steadily moving from left to right and top to bottom. This situation was more like setting the questions than guessing.

After mastering the key points of English, they moved on to French and then Spanish. When it was Ryua's turn, she politely declined the landlady's offer, but the landlady still enthusiastically marked several important chapters for her.

The key points for political science had already been marked last night, so there was no need to waste time. Everyone put away their books and moved to the kitchen.

I checked the exam schedule I'd copied from the pretty landlady, nodding repeatedly.

Oh, I see…

“Caramel chocolate cake.” The pretty landlady revealed the secret again, her tone unwavering.

“Hmm, caramel… caramel…” The fierce Feng Hua actually had a thoughtful side, “Is it baked in the oven until burnt, or fried in a pan until burnt?”

Fei Yue chuckled beside her.

“What are you laughing at? If you know, tell me!” Feng Hua glared at her fiercely.

“I don’t know either.” Fei Yue didn’t pretend, directly admitting defeat, “I just think, Feng Hua, you’re good at both Chinese and Western dishes, but you’re just bad at desserts…” As she spoke, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing again.

“Laugh, you deserve to laugh your head off!” Feng Hua looked sullen with nowhere to vent her anger.

"Don't worry, I'll demonstrate." Pastry expert Sama tied her apron, holding sugar in her left hand and water in her right. "Xiao Cheng asked me to help. Anyone who doesn't know how to make a cake, follow along. I'll show you step by step. Those who do know, practice on your own!"

"Great! A savior!" Fei Yue breathed a sigh of relief. Asking a cooking idiot to make a caramel chocolate cake was practically an impossible task.

After changing into aprons, those who knew the recipe dispersed, while the rest lined up in front of Sama. Feng Hua and Fei Yue were definitely going to sign up, and surprisingly, the pretty landlady was also on the list!

No wonder! She had been so thoughtful, even finding a teacher for the two of them; it turned out she was ultimately planning for herself.

"Making a caramel chocolate cake is very simple. Basically, you just drizzle caramel on a chocolate cake. The decorations are up to personal preference; you can use walnuts, almond slices, whipped cream, or fruit, or you can draw with chocolate. Let's start with the cake!"

Sama explained diligently, and the three of them, including the pretty landlady, nodded frequently. Then, a flurry of white snowflakes filled the air.

It was a horrible sight!

I shook my head again and again, watching the three of them frantically scrambling around like a clown.

Feng Hua, you used too much low-gluten flour.

Hey, Fei Yue, water isn't worth much, you don't have to be so extravagant!

As for the pretty landlady… sigh, let's not even mention her! Like attracts like, like breeds like.

The three of them were seriously wasting food, each one completely unfazed, truly displaying the demeanor of modern-day heroines.

Perhaps hiring them as the chefs for their "last meal" would actually lead to the abolition of the death penalty. I'm afraid these environmentally harmful toxins will first overwhelm the sanitation workers collecting garbage before they can be eliminated for the benefit of the people. Even I, keeping a safe distance from them, could vaguely sense the terrifying impending birth of a new type of chemical gas.

I must strongly suggest that the Environmental Protection Bureau treat these three cakes with the same high standards as nuclear waste, to prevent premature human extinction.

"Damn it, why can boys take military training exams, but girls have to take domestic service exams?" Throughout the whole process, Fei Yue kept muttering like she was chanting a mantra.

Don't worry, once the chairman tastes your creations, he'll immediately understand the unfairness. Even if he doesn't care about the home economics teacher, he has to think about his own future, right?

Most of the girls ended up baking fragrant cakes, and even Feng Hua and the tomboy Fei Yue surprisingly produced quite a few—at least that's how it looked.

I was both amazed and impressed by the girls' skillful hands. I rubbed my sore neck, and with the charred "pizza" that the pretty landlady had accidentally dropped on my head, I went upstairs, feeling dizzy.

Please look forward to the sequel to "Restricted Lovers," Episode

2. Episode Synopsis:

Episode 2, Chapter 1: Extreme Sports Club.

Tuesday night, everyone seemed relaxed because there were only two exams on Wednesday.

The music, performing arts, and art exams in the morning were held simultaneously. In other words, students were allowed to choose their preferred areas for the exams, as these three subjects weren't crucial for becoming a noble.

The afternoon's club exams were more novel. For nobles, social activities were extremely important. To enhance students' interests and cultivate sociability and interpersonal skills, the school mandated that each club hold a simultaneous major exam.

The exam questions were drafted by each club president, and even passing only yielded a small score, primarily used for bonus points. This meant little loss for naturally introverted students who disliked social interaction, but most students still joined clubs they were interested in or enjoyed for the sake of grades.

For club presidents, making enemies wasn't the primary goal, so over 90% of the exams were very simple, but also more unpredictable.

I overheard this from my beautiful landlady and her friends' casual conversation at dinner.

"Tomorrow we just need to play house!" Sama laughed happily.

"Really? The doll club's exam questions are out so quickly?" Fuuka exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah!”

“And you, Ryua? The Book Club always announces things early. After the world classics reviews and personal works appreciation, what’s it this time?”

“Speed reading and a quiz.” Ryua said quietly. She was always very quiet while eating.

“That sounds difficult!” Hiyue stuck out her tongue.

For speed reading, to ensure fairness, they usually don’t announce the book list, right?

“Zizhi Tongjian, or Bencao Gangmu.” Ryua said indifferently.

“…”

I was dumbfounded along with everyone else.

To me, she was someone I didn’t know whether to admire or fear. She seemed to be deliberately putting pressure on herself, yet she remained calm under the heavy pressure. She was so unfathomable, yet also so incomprehensible. It made people wonder whether she was enduring or enjoying this near-desperate life.

“…I see. And you, Yotsuba?” Before we could breathe, Fuuka quickly changed the subject to give everyone some fresh air.

Yotsuba is in the Flower Arrangement Club. The test this time isn't difficult; just going to the back mountain to admire the flowers and have a picnic will be enough to pass. Otoyu is in the Afternoon Tea Club. To pass, she must be able to distinguish the real Darjeeling tea from a variety of black teas; the qualification is a plate of tea snacks.

The pretty landlady is in the International Etiquette Club. In the past, she would just dance the standard ballroom dance, but this year, after successfully applying for club funding, the president decided to hold the test at the seven-star observation deck of the Fanor Hotel, a grand test of the members' table manners.

"Great, you all already know what the test is about!" Fuuka said enviously. "The president of the Card Game Club has always been a stubborn guy, impervious to both soft and hard approaches. No matter how much you bribe or interrogate him, he's always tight-lipped. He must be a reincarnated clam!"

"Is there really no clue?" Sama asked.

"Hmm... not entirely!" In just thirty seconds, Feng Hua listed a long list of items on the paper, her writing flowing effortlessly. "Since the club's founding, the questions we've had include Texas Hold'em, bridge, blackjack, solitaire, drawing wild cards, picking red dots... we've also tested 10:30 and comparing sizes. From the historical records, we know that the questions repeat irregularly, so predicting them isn't easy."

"It's okay, we have Xiao Cheng here!" Sha Zhen said cheerfully.

"Sigh, even if you guess right, it doesn't guarantee a win! Playing cards is all about luck, it's more practical to spend more time practicing Romeo's lines." Feng Hua said.

"That makes sense..." Sha Zhen said.

She couldn't help the pretty landlady when she couldn't do anything about it.

"By the way, Fei Yue, you should probably tell us what club you're in, right?" Feng Hua seemed to suddenly remember a question she should have asked but always forgot.

"Eh—yes!" Questions like that immediately filled the dining room.

"Huh, me?" Fei Yue seemed bewildered by the sudden shift in topic to her.

"Who else but you?"

"...That's strange, didn't I tell you guys?" She still looked silly.

"You dare to say that. Every time you ask, you just vaguely say 'It's just a really boring club,' who knows what kind of weird club you're in!" Feng Hua raised an eyebrow.

"It really is boring—"

"Then what kind of club is it?"

"This...I think it's called...um...the Paranormal Research Club?" Unable to resist the pressing, Fei Yue finally relented.

"The Paranormal Research Club?" Feng Hua's expression was like seeing Ultraman pop out of an egg. "You've never believed in ghosts and gods, have you?"

Indeed, the Paranormal Research Club didn't fit Fei Yue's image at all. If you had to give it a name, violent exorcists would be more suitable.

“That’s why I’m joining! I think there must be a reason why this kind of unrealistic club has existed for so long. And it’s precisely because I don’t believe that I can see things more clearly from an outsider’s perspective!”

“So how’s your investigation going?”

“No progress at all. Everything is as expected.” Hiyue picked up her miso soup. “The so-called ghosts are just thrills made up by peace-loving people to kill time. They’re completely unbelievable. If those bored people spent a few months on the front lines, they wouldn’t keep thinking about these nonsense.”

“Does not seeing something really mean it doesn’t exist?” Ryua asked meaningfully.

Of course not.

I, the living advertisement, sat on the steps, the brown handkerchief draped over my body providing excellent camouflage.

Saying that ghosts don’t exist just because you can’t see them is an escapist form of out of sight, out of mind.

“Speaking of the Paranormal Research Club, I think of a test of courage.” Fuuka thought, propping her head up. “Maybe it’s about filming the spirits at accident scenes…”

“Stop talking!” The timid Sama, her face pale, stood close to the beautiful landlady.

"No way, the Paranormal Research Club is dirt poor, we don't have any spare money to hold events," Fei Yue said. "Money spirits, pen spirits, Ouija boards, we play all those things."

"Oh, have you ever successfully summoned one?" Feng Hua asked.

"How could that be? There are no ghosts in this world. Every time, I just push the catalyst into the passing grade myself." Fei Yue still insisted on her theory of no ghosts.

"...You're being blasphemous, be careful you don't get played for it."

"Indeed, things haven't been going well lately." Fei Yue sighed. "It's all my fault for carelessly revealing my true feelings to a junior who's obsessed with ghosts. Ever since then, she hasn't given me a kind look."

"That's your own fault." Feng Hua sneered.

No wonder, joining the Paranormal Research Club and proclaiming that you don't believe in ghosts is like barging into the enemy team's camp to cheer for your own team during a competition. It's hard not to cause public outrage.

"I've been reflecting on my actions! I've already apologized. Even if she doesn't forgive me, she shouldn't joke about grades and deliberately drag me down to failing grades every time!" Fei Yue's brows furrowed into a knot.

"If we sit down and talk things out, we can definitely resolve this." Seeing that the meal was almost finished, Yotsuba held up a teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for everyone.

"It's no use. She must know that my grades are bad, so she did that on purpose to make me leave as soon as possible." Feiyue said, "However, I will not give up. The one who can persevere to the end is the winner."

"Where did you get this strange theory from?" Feng Hua strongly questioned this inexplicable unwavering loyalty. "Anyway, we're already enemies, and it's not comfortable staying here, so we might as well leave. It's not worth getting hung up on such trivial issues as whether there are ghosts or not. It's better to switch to another club; the points that are almost guaranteed are more meaningful than interpersonal challenges."

"My grades are always a sure thing," Hiiyue said, completely unconcerned about this non-existent setback. "No matter how much my junior dislikes me, as long as the ancient coin, the ballpoint pen, or the plate touches the word 'pass,' it's fine. Although she tries to resist, her wrist strength is no match for mine. Although she's incredibly strong, she's never succeeded in dragging me."

Hiiyue looked smug. "But you can't tell from her appearance. She's so small and thin, yet she's so strong. Several times she's made me sweat profusely. I'm not one to be trifled with either, how could I easily lose to her? She probably didn't expect me to be so tenacious. Every time she loses, her face turns as white as a ghost! Huh, what's wrong with you guys?"

Oblivious to the sudden drop in room temperature to zero, she was still completely unaware.

"Yotsuba, give me another cup of hot tea..." Fuuka's face darkened.

"Ugh... Sumi, this is scary!" Sama hid in the arms of her pretty landlady, terrified.

"Exactly, the most terrifying people are those who keep a low profile," Hiiyue said, seemingly at odds with her words.

After finishing her chat and dinner, she carried her empty bowls and plates to the counter.

A rhythmic rustling sound accompanied her movements.

"Feiyue, what's in your pocket?" Fenghua asked.

"Huh?" Feiyue pulled a crumpled letter from her pocket. "Oh right, when I ran into my cousin today, she secretly slipped me a letter, saying it was very important and that I should read it with you guys."

"How could you forget something so important? Hurry up and open it!"

"Okay." Feiyue tore open the seal, took out the letter, and quickly skimmed the contents.

"Outrageous!" After reading it, she angrily threw the paper down and cursed.

"What's the use of just sulking? Tell us what happened!" Fenghua said.

"Have you heard of the extreme sports club?" Feiyue asked abruptly.

"That's the idiotic club that, under the orders of its idiotic president, attempted to sneak into the professors' lounge to steal exam questions last semester but failed and was subsequently disbanded," Feng Hua recalled. "I remember that afterwards, those idiots with nowhere to go all joined the photography club."

"That's it," Fei Yue said with a sour face.

"There should be more to this story, right?" Liu Ya picked up the envelope from the ground, shook it, and found something else inside.

"Yes, because their midterms have started too." Fei Yue suddenly read aloud: "Dear dorm mates, inheriting the legacy of the extreme sports club, the photography club's exam questions are still despicable. Last night's fall of the girls' dorm has finally exposed their purpose. This morning, the culprit sent this rather unsavory photo. Please be on guard and be extremely careful."

"Is the information reliable?" Feng Hua, though taking it seriously, still looked somewhat hesitant.

"Probably." Liu Ya emptied the contents of the envelope; attached to it was a chilling photo.

The angle of the shot clearly shows that the perpetrator climbed the large tree outside the victim's window, concealed himself among the dense foliage, and quietly waited for his prey. He seized the moment to snap a photo while the victim was changing clothes before bed, then slipped away. The camera remained steady, demonstrating the perpetrator's composure and confidence, and he escaped without alerting any security personnel.

Who on earth is he?

The women's faces were grave.

Fortunately, the victim was alert and turned her back in time to take the picture. Therefore, although the background is clear, the outline of the person in the photo is somewhat blurred, but the bare back still reveals that the girl was indeed naked at the time.

The victim's face has been blurred, but her figure is still incredibly alluring. If it were a group of men, they would probably have been gossiping about her figure, appearance, and even their reaction after getting her into bed, foolishly getting carried away.

This is where gender differences become apparent. Generally, women rarely harbor complete goodwill towards other women, especially when the other woman is superior to them; jealousy only intensifies (men are the same, though we usually call it ambition).

However, a certain degree of sense of crisis is enough to dispel these negative emotions, bringing everyone closer together, achieving zero-distance goodwill, and forging a rare consensus. Such an alliance not only boosts morale but also strengthens mental resilience; normally gentle girls suddenly become incredibly difficult to deal with.

"Whoever did this is utter scum," Feng Hua said mercilessly.

Indeed, this kind of voyeuristic behavior rivals that of paparazzi!

While I enjoy reading publications like this, they are mostly about the photographer's pleasure and the subject's willingness. This kind of one-sided, coercive material collection not only violates human rights but also fails to boost the economy.

"Isn't there a 'seven' written here?" Yotsuba pointed to the upper right corner of the photo.

"What's this, a dormitory code?" Hiizuki asked.

"Ah, it's Xiaoling!" Sama pointed to the girl's thigh.

My heart pounded, and I almost had a nosebleed.

Whether it was because I was too far away or the image was too blurry, I couldn't see anything, but most people agreed that the girl had a faint diamond-shaped birthmark on her inner thigh.

"Feng Hua, how many members are in the photography club?" the pretty landlady asked.

"Wait, let me ask." Feng Hua immediately made a phone call, quickly spoke a few words with an unknown person, and replied to the pretty landlady, "Thirteen people."

"Thirteen people? But there are only ten dormitories for girls. In other words, three of them will be secretly photographed twice in a row..." Fei Yue pondered.

"Wrong. There's no rule that the photographers have to be evenly distributed. If a dormitory is secretly photographed, or even twice in a row, and lowers its guard, it's more likely to be photographed a third time," Feng Hua said.

"Yes, and besides, one person might not only be secretly photographed once," the pretty landlady suggested a second hypothesis. "

Then what do we do? Can't we shower and change clothes at all?" Sha Zhen asked, her face contorted with despair.

"The club exams officially start tomorrow afternoon. Those perverts will definitely come out in droves. The deadline for submitting results is Friday at 5 PM. Even if you don't get anything by then, you have to call it a day," Feng Hua said. "Three days, three more days. During these three days, everyone should try to avoid the bathhouse. When changing clothes, remember to lock the windows and draw the curtains. If possible, it's best to have someone watching over you."

Feng Hua rattled off a bunch of rules.

"So troublesome..."

Fei Yue, who had just blurted out the wrong thing, was immediately sent to make a phone call to ask the security personnel for help.

"Trouble is better than being exposed. If we have to, we should sacrifice the lesser."

"I know! Really, you can't just say it casually..." Fei Yue muttered, obediently pressing the emergency button. After only half a beep, the call was immediately connected.

Such efficiency.

"Please speak." A cold, ruthless male voice.

Very familiar.

I shuddered.

An ominous premonition.

Sure enough, in less than a dollar's time, Fei Yue yelled into the microphone, "What did you say?!"

"We will provide appropriate assistance, but we will not become your babysitters." The authoritative voice wasn't particularly loud, but it pierced the microphone with absolute certainty.

Fei Yue's lips twitched. Realizing there were still people behind her, she forcefully suppressed her impending outburst of anger before opening her mouth to retort, stiffly saying, "Harrison, it's fine if you don't like me, but my roommate is still under your protection. Are you just going to turn a blind eye and let those scumbags from the photography club run rampant?"

"Your goal is to obtain diplomas and become nobles, not to cultivate good character. What the school instills in you is the ability to become a noble, not morality. As long as you don't break the school rules, it's the students' freedom to do whatever they want, which is precisely what our open school spirit pursues first."

The man said unhurriedly, "Useless people who can't even handle minor pranks will only create unnecessary costs and panic in society."

"Useless..." Fei Yue began to tremble.

"I'm really a little disappointed." The man sighed helplessly, "To actually fawn over me, Drake's daughter is nothing special. Falling into absurdity in a noble nursery will only corrupt your nature."

"And what about you?" Fei Yue retorted defiantly, "Degrading yourself to a noble nanny while pretending to be righteous and high-minded, what are you doing here? Practicing your skills?"

"My motives are completely different from yours." The person on the other end of the phone was as calm as ever.

"Bullshit!" Fei Yue cursed, slamming down the microphone in anger. "Damn it, we'll figure it out ourselves!"

"Fei...Fei Yue..." Sha Zhen whispered.

"What!"

Turning around, her fierce, demonic face terrified Sha Zhen, and even made me take a few steps back in shock.

"Pause!" Feng Hua turned Fei Yue's head to the center. "Rewind!"

Fei Yue was frozen for a few seconds, then turned around, her once swollen pufferfish now deflated like a punctured balloon.

"I'm sorry, I messed up..." she said, bowing her head.

"It's okay." Feng Hua was unusually calm.

Not surprising, because I felt annoyed too.

"Feng Hua, should I cut ties with Daddy..." Fei Yue began to despise herself. "

Don't be silly," Feng Hua said. "Next time, he'll definitely say something like, 'Becoming Drake's daughter has made you less skilled than before.'"

"What can I do?" "Higetsu looked somewhat dazed.

'This has absolutely nothing to do with whose daughter you are, and we shouldn't be passive victims. I've decided on the Sublimation Plan. This time, the target is—to annihilate the photography club!' Fuuka declared, her fighting spirit blazing.

'Agreed!' Sama was the first to raise her hand, while Yotsuba behind her simply smiled.

'I don't like sitting around waiting to be killed either.' The pretty landlady's fighting spirit was also ignited.

'That sounds good.' Ryua said.

'Okay, then I'll go prepare right away—'

'No.' Fuuka tapped Higetsu on the shoulder, 'Explosives are prohibited!'"

"Alright..."

I sat in the shadows, frowning slightly amidst our encouraging laughter.

The enemy was in the dark while we were in the light; our situation was already unfavorable from the start. Seven girls, facing a minimum of zero and a maximum of thirteen paparazzi—I was genuinely worried.

Was there anything I could do to help?

I pondered...

My cold war with the pretty landlady was still ongoing. I've said it before, girls can be terrifying when they're angry.

Especially now with this paparazzi incident, her reason for sleeping in Yotsuba's room seemed even more plausible, making me feel abandoned.

Looking around the landlady's room, it was still in terrible condition, and it was getting worse. After

days of no activity, cockroaches and ants were running rampant, even spiders were starting to spin webs.

If she stayed, she'd definitely get sick. A sudden

realization dawned on me.

So, the cold war wasn't her primary reason for not wanting to come back; health was the most important thing. Feng Hua and Fei Yue couldn't help her clean the room until after their exams. The three-day break was the perfect opportunity for me to enjoy my freedom.

Thinking this way, I felt much better.

I chuckled to myself for a while, then my face fell.

Sigh, why am I so upset?

I lay sprawled on the bed, thinking about the analysis I'd made last night.

If I were a member of a photography club, assigned the daunting task of secretly taking nude photos, the most basic thing I would do is choose the time when nudity is most likely to occur, when the victim's guard is lowest.

Showering.

There are three possible times of day when nudity might occur: morning shower, evening shower, and changing clothes before bed. Showering times are between 6 or 7 am and 5 pm to 12 am (the public bathhouse closes promptly at midnight).

I chose to act in the morning.

Why?

At first glance, the evening shower seems like the best opportunity because it's longer and there are more people, but precisely because of this, security around the bathhouse is also strongest, and forcing my way in would be a dead end.

The majority receive benefits while a minority are left without security. While this is unfair in principle, it has become a tacitly accepted rule of societal decay.

Morning showers are mostly habitual, and because of "habit," they are "inevitable." Following this habitual behavior, showering in the "secret" dormitory unconsciously fosters a "harmless" illusion, leading to a complete lack of vigilance. This

is the advantage of location.

Due to time constraints, the proportion of showers is relatively high, increasing the chances of full-body photos being taken.

This is the advantage of timing.

The remaining issue is human factors.

Shouldn't the women's dormitory be off-limits to men?

Why was the voyeur able to break in? Or… why did the security personnel let the voyeur in?

Could it be because the voyeur is actually a woman?

A thought flashed through my mind!

Then it faded.

No, there are too many flaws.

Even if the voyeur is a woman, it doesn't mean every member of the photography club is female. No, there must be men present, otherwise Feng Hua wouldn't have let Fei Yue… Seeking help from security.

Since there are men in the club, taking nude photos is difficult enough; why was the first successful photo leaked?

Is there a traitor within the photography club?

Or is it a deliberate attempt to create tension, simply to uphold the spirit of "extreme"?

Didn't those crazy guys consider that if they succeeded, they would also have angered seventy noble families, and wouldn't they be afraid of being suppressed to death in the future?

The whole incident seems to be developing in a strange direction.

The key question is, what method will the photography club use to infiltrate the girls' dormitory?

I know too little about Sefer Academy; I'll have to learn about this from the resident students.

Wednesday morning, after finishing the exams in the shortest possible time, before the club exams officially began, everyone rushed back to the dormitory to prepare for a tactical meeting. I hid in the beautiful landlady's room, and only began searching the deserted building after the footsteps had completely quieted down.

"This doesn't make sense!" "

After much difficulty, I finally found them in the combat command center—the former music practice room. There, the commander, radiating confidence, held a baton, tapping incessantly on the academy's floor plan fixed to the whiteboard.

The heavy curtains were drawn, the piano and violin had been moved to the back, and long tables and chairs had been placed in the empty space, with the remaining people seated evenly on either side.

'There's no blind spot at all!'

Impossible! Even the most perfectly sealed egg has gaps; the photography club proved that, didn't they?

'Digging tunnels?' Fei Yue asked."

“Possibly,” Feng Hua didn’t immediately dismiss. “But to maintain the aesthetics of each dormitory, the water, electricity, and gas pipes are all densely buried underground. Even if we were lucky enough to dig through them, there wouldn’t be any suspicious openings near Dormitory No. 7. If the distance is too far, there are plenty of surveillance cameras on the ground. If someone is filmed, it’s impossible for them not to be recognized by some of the security guards who come from the CIA. The risk would be even greater.”

“Then why don’t you just say it’s not feasible…”

“What about in the air?” It was Sama’s turn to ask. “The nearby mountains are very high. If someone is standing on a mountaintop and flies over in a hang glider, wouldn’t they be there in a flash?”

“That’s a good question.” Feng Hua replied without much thought. “Then how would the hang glider be concealed after landing? Even if it’s foldable, it still needs to be unfolded before use. Such a large target is impossible for the surveillance cameras not to capture.”

“Feng Hua… I think you rely too much on surveillance equipment,” the pretty landlady said. “No matter how many surveillance cameras there are, there will always be blind spots. Maybe, like in the movies, the footage has already been altered.”

“Exactly!” Sama, whose appeal had failed, joined the opposition.

"Hmm, anyone with even a basic understanding of surveillance cameras can easily crack the footage," Fei Yue agreed.

"Alright, I'll tell you where my confidence comes from!" Seeing the growing discontent caused by authoritarianism, Feng Hua swiftly intervened to salvage the situation.

"But to maintain the surprise, don't reveal this to anyone. Actually, a week ago, the school contacted my father to purchase summer fireworks. The contract was quickly finalized, but I had a sudden idea and took it upon myself to bury over a dozen miniature automatic thermal-sensing anti-aircraft fireworks missiles near the dormitories.

" "If the photography club's perverts try to use hang gliders, they'll be guaranteed to disappear beautifully into the night sky, a magnificent evaporation!"

Hey... that's too dangerous! What were you planning to do before dealing with the perverts?

"No way, Feng Hua, what if I accidentally step on one?" See, the sense of crisis is already directed at our own people.

"Precautions were taken long ago, all placed in hidden locations where they're impossible to detect. Visenta's products are almost perfect, I can guarantee that!" Furthermore, before the pyrotechnic missiles were put into actual operation, several small-scale test launches were conducted. The environmental assessment results showed that the product would cause almost no pollution, because pyrotechnics are inherently entertainment products that appear and disappear instantly…”

This implies that the item is buried in a place even you can't find, and the new product may have some flaws, so you have to cover it up with unfounded guarantees. Also, I don't know if there's something wrong with my ears, but I don't seem to have heard any words like “detection” or “identification.”

Ignoring the literal misleading nature, it presents another terrifying interpretation.

The long, rambling discourse continued to poison everyone's ears; I couldn't stand it and wanted to slip away.

But I did, proving that I hadn't overestimated my patience, since a war meeting was definitely not going to happen anyway. Too long.

After lunch, the dorm was empty. Taking advantage of this lull, I used my minimum daily transformation quota to avoid the photography club's night raid tonight, lest I end up turning into a human and getting involved in the chaos.

After school, Fei Yue set up a bunch of traps around the dorm. If Feng Hua hadn't rationally stopped her, this place might have truly become a minefield. Sha Zhen followed suit, placing a few mousetraps and flypaper on the lawn, seemingly pointless.

The others didn't seem to do anything, and the sky grew dark.

In the evening, the abnormal atmosphere intensified. To save on electricity, the large public bathhouse, emitting only a few wisps of dim yellow light, resembled a terminally ill smoker, weakly exhaling white smoke, letting the steam blur the windows.

Will it really come?

Gazing at the pitch-black night sky, that color… Like a block of iron.

Thanks to Heaven's reforms, I was able to come to this place that wasn't originally mine, but because of this, I have to endure three agonizing months. Sigh! I still miss the gatekeeper sister with her amazing figure; for her, I'd be willing to become a permanent resident of Hell.

I wonder if I'll ever have that chance again?

I sighed as I fantasized about her various sexy cosplay outfits.

Sometimes, the cat passing by the balcony would stop and glance at me. The more I ignored him, the more interested he seemed, but when I couldn't help but look him in the eye, he would wag his tail and walk away with a disdainful expression, as if our interaction was only one-sided.

What's with the arrogance!

I angrily threw an eraser at his head. (Good children, please don't imitate this.)

Girls' My chastity depends entirely on my protection. I'll keep watch with my eyes wide open, doing my utmost to guard a quarter of the house—that's the best I can do! Tomorrow I have law, business, and philosophy exams. A club exam that's not even worth the gamble, right?

Just for a club, and you're willing to antagonize the seventy nobles? That's pretty awesome!

I'm really curious what kind of guys are in the photography club.

We have traps, security personnel, and tense potential victims; they have nothing but disadvantages, plus the biggest time pressure.

Even if I sneak into the girls' dormitory, as long as I don't take off my clothes, the outcome is immediately clear. No matter how open the school is, they wouldn't allow shameless acts like forcibly stripping girls. The success rate is extremely low.

Correction is absolutely impossible.

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