Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 9

Chapter Six of Volume Three: The Real Cause of Death

"How many survivors are left?" I climbed onto his shoulder, letting him carry me to higher ground.

"Two in the Central Garden, twenty-three in the Library, plus those scattered elsewhere, a total of fifty-eight."

"How did you calculate the total so precisely?" The number of people who retrieved the guns was easy to record, but surely they didn't start counting heads from the moment the extra students and tourists entered the school gates?

"Just know the actual number of participants who gathered in front of the administration building; those who don't know won't deliberately hide."

Indeed, a good way to simplify things.

"However, fifty-eight..." That's quite a lot, unexpected.

"Do you think... extreme sports are socially savvy?" I asked.

"Winning is a must." He looked at me, saying something even more chilling.

"The club's budget was already stretched thin, so we never intended to give away any prize money from the start. But our club unexpectedly lost five key members, forcing the remaining members to fight with a do-or-die mentality under financial pressure. Otherwise, we might have had to make some sacrifices before we were completely broke, which is not something anyone wants."

I was speechless with shock. His meaning clearly made me equate "sacrificing" with the "mascot sales incident."

"Will you tell the vice president and the others where those fifty-eight people are hiding?" I asked, still shaken. Fortunately, Fei Yue didn't know what I had done behind the scenes, otherwise she might have strangled me for my quick betrayal.

"That's not part of my job. I'm only responsible for recording the battle and, incidentally, correcting some of your graffiti."

Correcting... I gasped for breath. If he hadn't "meddled" and stopped me from digging my own grave, I would have been lying in the deep pit I dug!

So the reason Fei Yue couldn't exert her strength in the administration building was because the location map was incorrect?

"Why aren't you participating in this game?" I asked again.

He paused for a moment.

"The most important thing in delivery is reconnaissance and speed. There's no need to specifically strengthen the partnership. Besides, personally, I prefer a clean and refreshing environment... at least not so sticky."

"It really does look like it's been washed in blood..." The eye was filled with glaring red, the intense color making one uneasy and anxious.

"...By the way, what did you mean by 'Qi Lu' when you took me back to the dorm last time?" This question had been bothering me.

"A name."

"Huh, but don't the club members all call you Ashu?"

"My name is Qi Lu, Yu Xiu."

"Oh..." So the answer was that simple. I hadn't thought of it.

Sitting with him on the tall kapok tree, I could no longer join in, and could only watch the two short, sparse lines of people in the distance.

There was no smoke or fire. The intense gunfight up close became peaceful from a distance, with only the swirling green leaves highlighting the ferocity of the battle.

Under the siege, the maze battle quickly came to an end. The ending was sad, but also inevitable.

"It's four o'clock," Ash said.

The setting sun took away the time limit, but even if the right to transform was returned to my hands, there was nothing I could do anymore.

The demons, having cleared their prey, huddled together in a small circle, then suddenly exploded like fireworks, scattering in all directions and disappearing without a trace.

"What's wrong? Why are they suddenly acting separately?" This seemed to contradict the initial requirements.

"To conduct a final cleanup."

"The final cleanup? What if there are still contestants we haven't found?"

"So we'll be extra careful. Each person is responsible for one building. Those who have been screened first will survey the surrounding area or assist their neighbors in cleaning. With only thirty minutes, splitting up is undoubtedly the best approach." He said, "That's what the vice president just said."

"Really?!" I was startled. Even with super hearing, it couldn't be that accurate!

However, just as he said, each demon entered a building alone and began a thorough search.

Despite secretly praying, the beautiful landlady didn't survive either. At 4:30, the clock tower tolled its death knell, the competition ended, good triumphed over evil, and the prize money was successfully retained.

What happened next was truly astonishing!

In the next half hour, the area outside the college was suddenly jammed with hundreds of vehicles. As soon as the power went out, company cars from all walks of life sped in at high speed. Twenty-two Jiahua tour buses took away the unconscious contestants first. Ashu assured me that the drivers would take them to the contracted bathhouses of the various affiliated laundries, where a large number of professional medical staff and volunteers with years of experience serving vegetative patients were already on standby.

Inside the campus, sixty engineers in gloves were busy dismantling the barbed wire; nearly a thousand cleaners were quickly washing away the red paint with special chemicals; ten fire trucks joined in the cleaning; three hundred painters diligently painted the walls; forty plumbers were working hard to replace broken light bulbs; sports equipment and furniture vendors were busy replacing damaged public property; and two hundred and fifty gardeners were doing everything they could to restore the plants to their original greenery.

It was incredible, but the entire college was indeed transformed in just one hour.

At 5:30, when the chairman's car, delayed by "traffic jams," entered the campus, nothing seemed amiss. On the contrary, the chairman, standing on the platform preparing for his closing speech, smiled with satisfaction upon seeing the "gentle, virtuous, humble, and receptive" students seated below.

No wonder the sports meet always requires a day off the following day.

Aside from the soreness from strenuous exercise, the bruises from being hit by bullets would surely keep many bedridden; plus, the students who were moved into classrooms and left to cool off overnight after their speeches, though misunderstood as diligent for staying up all night, ended up with many going to the emergency room the next morning for colds. This situation further highlights the profound wisdom of those advocating for day off.

However, the perfectly healthy Extreme Sports Club had no peaceful days. Members, looking for trouble, started a blatant self-criticism meeting early in the morning,

while I, citing the long commute, had to spend a sleepless night in the club office.

"This is terrible!" Su Fei said dejectedly. "I knew those old men weren't so easy to talk to, and they even wanted us to provide evidence like videotapes. Although they made this demand because the requested public funds were too much—far exceeding our expectations—isn't that basically asking us to obediently confess to our wrongdoing?"

You know it was wrongdoing, huh? I, who had been keeping my mouth shut and swallowing my yawns, listened blankly while secretly thinking to myself.

"Who said it was wrongdoing?" A disagreed.

"Who told you the East District had a water outage yesterday evening? The bathhouses were packed, so we had to move the male students to a Thai bathhouse to clean themselves. It was a natural disaster, something we couldn't control!" Su Fei said, feigning regret that he wasn't involved.

"Regardless of what they think, we just need to stick to the written terms and insist that the school pays. Anyway, the participants will definitely testify to the event's execution. Even if we refuse to provide relevant data, the school can't ignore such a large number of witnesses. In short, the conditions for payment are still met,"

the paparazzi said. "It's just that the talent selection results are worse than we expected; there are very few promising individuals, and among them, there's a lack of ambitious people."

Of course, those who truly meet the requirements are too busy trying to escape to join the school and become its public enemy.

“Like that couple in the garden yesterday, they were both of decent character, but unfortunately the man was too old and an outsider, while the woman seemed to hate our club.” C sighed haughtily, his face full of helplessness, as if the world was corrupt and our club was the only pure one.

“Take it slow. Recruitment campaigns rarely work on the first try. If it doesn’t work the first time, we’ll do it a second time; if the second time doesn’t work, we’ll do it a third time at most; if the third time still doesn’t work, we just need to take more photos, and naturally more members will join, just with slightly lower quality.” The paparazzi said calmly.

“That’s true, wherever there are people, there are passive members!” C said.

…This is simply an evil theory, a cult’s conspiracy!

“There’s still enough time before we can recruit emergency members—enough for humans to regress to reptiles. What we can discuss now is how much our club’s cohesion has increased by…”

Then what followed was a string of boring agreement and heated debate, proof and counter-proof, which I listened to while blowing bubbles and nodding vigorously.

"Lai. En!" Then came a furious roar. Rose Girl, whose defeat record was constantly being updated, had indeed come to cause a scene.

"Oh...it's Flower!" the paparazzi added fuel to the fire with a greeting.

"You..." Rose Girl's pretty face contorted with anger at this teasing, but she still managed to suppress her anger with great composure. "...Never mind, I didn't come here to argue with you!"

"Oh, so it's because you received the news that I bought you a new dress, and you came all the way here to try it on?" The paparazzi produced a gorgeous purple-blue dress, practically a medieval European noblewoman's gown, with a low-cut, high-necked neckline, three-quarter sleeves with flowing ruffles, and a wide, flared blue crinoline skirt adorned with lace and embroidery.

Besides the dress, the paparazzi spared no expense, also including a corset, a pair of white gloves embroidered with flowers, a high-end folding fan made of ivory and dyed feathers, and a pair of diamond jewelry.

"Do you like it? This was specially made for you!"

"You..." The Rose Girl's face changed, and she quickly took a few deep breaths, forcing out a fake smile. "No need, I... came to discuss something with you!"

"I don't have time." Rejected by the gift, the paparazzi turned away stubbornly, refusing to even look at her. "Someone seemed to have said before that we have nothing left to say to each other?" "

..."

"Unless you wear this dress now, I might consider giving you stockings next time..."

This was a huge insult!

The Rose Girl glared at the extremely luxurious women's clothing, seemingly anticipating her own eye-catching appearance and the various meaningful glances cast at her by the other students. Finally, she clenched her fists and exploded uncontrollably, "Who wants to wear that kind of thing! You hopeless bastard!"

This roar cracked the porcelain cup of Di Luo, the glasses of Xi Rui, and the fifty-hour television screen of Soren.

"Vice President!"

"Vice President!"

"Vice President!"

The three of them simultaneously bulged with veins.

"...Okay, what do you want to discuss?" Receiving their protests, the paparazzi lowered his hands from his ears and began to calm the bombshell in front of him.

In the midst of a heated exchange, the two finally reached a consensus: "The name isn't very elegant, so it won't be used." They agreed to extend the validity of "Yingying" and the women's clothing for another semester as a substitute punishment.

"Seriously! They have money to buy clothes, but complain about the club's lack of funds." Watching the Rose Girl still being forced to change into her dress and leave angrily, I secretly complained to A.

"That's why the club's funds are insufficient! But ninety percent of the club fees are raised by the vice president, so we're too embarrassed to voice any opinions," A said matter-of-factly. He took some envelopes, a stack of papers, and a package from his locker and placed them all on the table.

"I see..." I watched A empty the package. It turned out to be the "spoils" from the midterm exams. He separated the photos from the negatives, then stuffed the negatives and a document into a club-issued envelope and sealed it.

I picked up the document and saw it was a contract. It stated that the club exams were over, the negatives were no longer needed, and therefore they were being returned. The photos had been destroyed, and if they were leaked, the club would compensate the victims with 100 million yen, etc.

The contract was stamped with the seals of both the Extreme Sports Club and the Photography Club.

"These aren't nude photos!" The pile of developed photos on the table weren't actually that obscene; most only showed hands or feet. I picked up a photo of a girl from behind; she was even wearing a shirt. "This counts?"

"Yes, it does!" A said. "Look, isn't the back of her neck bare?"

"Is that how you explain it..." I suddenly felt powerless. If that's the case, wasn't yesterday's impulsive act all for nothing?

"You're overthinking it. If it were just a typical nude photo shoot, why would the guards let us in?"

...So it was all in cahoots with the special forces. No wonder that man was so cold when he got Fei Yue's call!

I was the one who found it suspicious. No matter how elusive the extreme sports club is, this is just too illogical!

"If that's the case, why drag it out for three weeks? Why not explain things clearly right after the exams?" They're making everyone panic with that realistic nude photo.

"Of course, it's to set the stage for the fun competition. Otherwise, how will the participants unite?"

You don't need to do this to achieve the same effect!

I kept those words to myself, not daring to say them aloud.

"It's just the vice president's bet, why make such a huge deal out of it?"

"Who said it was a private game!" A said seriously, "It's all for the president."

"The president?" Is this related to that invisible man we haven't seen for over a decade?

"Do you know the purpose of the Extreme Sports Club?"

"I've heard some." While saying I didn't know might be safer, I didn't want to listen to him ramble on from the beginning; that would be exhausting.

"As you know, the club's biggest goal was to protect the president, but because the previous members were all too weak, the president had to leave. This year, we finally received a letter from the president saying he'd be back in a week or two, but the club has already collapsed!

"To reassure the president, we organized the fun competition, to let him know we're not weak."

"I see." Having understood the whole story, I finally understood what they'd been busy with lately. My hand casually rummaged through the pile of photos, and suddenly, something strange caught my eye. "Huh? This one!" I picked up the peculiar photograph .

It showed a girl's smooth back, with a distinct mark on her right shoulder blade—a withered, monstrous hand, palm up, struggling to grasp something. Floating in the palm was a broken, black doll.

"Forget it!" A quickly snatched the photograph, pressing the front side down on the table.

"That couldn't be…a picture of Ryua?" I recognized the girl's silver hair. "What does that 'thorn' mean?"

"You wouldn't understand the immense power bestowed upon the doll with that mark!" A pulled out an envelope from Dormitory Number One, pointing helplessly to the amount on the contract. "For that mark, we must pay ten times the guarantee!"

"Ten billion?!" I was stunned!

"For a force from the vast dark underworld, this compensation is far from enough!" "Don't ask anymore." Soren, who was too lazy to talk to anyone once he started playing video games, said, "Even if you give a lot of guidance, the people on the surface will not be able to fully understand its meaning. They will only have a superficial understanding and talk about it casually, and in the end, it will only become rumors."

After being shut down by him, I couldn't ask any more questions. However, I still had a question in my mind: "I'm very curious, since you are all so skilled, why were you caught red-handed when you were stealing exam questions last year?"

"Who said we were stealing exam questions!" C, who happened to walk behind me, frowned.

"Olin, this is for you to sit on!" A suddenly pushed over a chair, sweating profusely, and ran to pour tea in a fawning manner.

“No need, it’s not a long story anyway.” C sat down and revealed a secret only the club members knew: “That night, we did go to the administration building for the final exam, but that was because I left my student handbook there during the day. When Ryan found out, he simply made it our final exam.”

“He was totally lenient.”

“Exactly, so we were both doomed.”

“…”

“At that time, Levi suddenly had a stomachache and had to borrow toilet paper from the professor. Heaven knows, Professor Rilang just happened to forget his exam paper and went back to get it, only to see the two of us sneaking around in his lounge. It was such a huge injustice!”

“The worst part is, when they escaped, Professor Rilang didn’t see their faces clearly, but he found Olin’s student handbook.” Su Fei sighed.

That was truly pathetic.

“Forget it, it’s all in the past! Although the Extreme Sports Club is gone, we’re still here. We proved our strength at the sports meet yesterday, the club president should be very happy.” C said.

Hopefully so.

After the meeting, Ash wanted to take me back to the girls' dormitory, but the thought of my uniform still hidden in the garden made me struggle to resist my attraction. I bit my tongue and politely declined his offer.

Even if we didn't go back to the dormitory, his help would get me to the central garden sooner, but giving him a reason to leave wouldn't be so easy. If I said I'd lost something, he might help me look for it; if I said nothing, he might just have wild ideas or hide to see what I was up to…

A quick calculation showed it wouldn't be worth it. To be safe, I had to rely on myself.

So, I sneaked off to the garden to dig for treasure. Sure enough, my uniform was still safely hidden in the table pillar, undiscovered. Before transforming back into human form, I carefully circled the area to make sure no one was around before quickly transforming and putting on the clothes.

Now all I had to do was sneak back to the dormitory!

Straightening the collar of my uniform, I stroked the neatly buttoned uniform, feeling quite vain.

There's nothing I can do about it. How many times in a lifetime can one have the chance to wear high-end designer clothes? Even if I were a nouveau riche, I couldn't afford such nice clothes. The era when nobles could buy anything with money is over. I can only indulge in these illusory daydreams now. If I don't get tired of wearing these clothes now, next time I'll just be able to look at them with longing.

The large clock on the clock tower is pointing to 10:30. There's still plenty of time, so I might as well wear them and show them off…

Thinking this, I felt a blow to my chest.

"Ah, sorry."

…How familiar this scene is. Was the maze designed to increase the chances of bumping into each other and falling in love?

"It's okay, are you hurt?" This is, of course, the 108th line that absolutely cannot be wrong.

"You…you…" She was pressed against my chest, managing to squeeze out two words, then suddenly looked up, her bewildered blue eyes radiating question marks: "You have no heartbeat."

This sentence is like sneaking a puff of your first cigarette in the bathroom, only to hear a loud shout at the door: "The instructor is here!" It's still quite unsettling at that moment.

I pushed her away as if I'd been electrocuted. Though it was a man's eternal shame, my instinct was still to keep my heart away from her eardrums.

"I... I just have an irregular heartbeat," I insisted loudly, then added, "Because you're so beautiful!"

This wasn't a lie I'd made up to deceive everyone.

Honey-colored long brown curls, emerald eyes, fair skin, a faint fragrance, a spring-like aura, and a bewildered, helpless expression—she must have been a mermaid in her past life, otherwise how could she resist the overwhelming protective instincts of those around her?

She paused, then smiled like a spring flower in bloom.

"You're so funny."

"Are you lost?" I explained under her surprised gaze, "Usually, students wouldn't go for a walk this far, especially since the school fair just ended yesterday. It's too early to relive old memories."

"That's not it." She frowned slightly, "I just came with a friend to look for her backpack that she lost here yesterday, and then, we accidentally got separated..."

"This maze is... indeed very unpredictable." I chuckled inwardly, my stomach churning. "How about I help you look?"

I couldn't bear to leave her wandering around in circles and eventually starve to death. Anyway, I remembered where I dropped the backpack, so I'd give her a ride!

"Thank you." A beautiful woman's smile is indeed the best balm.

Although we weren't quite at the point of holding hands yet, walking beside her and pointing her in the right direction still gave me a considerable sense of accomplishment.

“According to your description, if I’m not mistaken, after turning left here, you’ll see…” I couldn’t take her directly to her destination; that would be too suspicious. But enticing her to take the roundabout route would be too contrived. So, I half-searched, half-detoured, and circled around to get closer, turning the last corner.

Then, I saw her companion waiting there.

“Yotsuba!” Fuuka’s anxious expression softened.

“Ah, it’s you!” Hiiyue pointed at me and shouted.

Oh no, how could I forget that the backpack belonged to Hiiyue!

“Sorry, I have something to do…” That shout sent a chill down my spine, and I fled without a care for appearances.

“Wait, I have something to say…”

I didn’t want to hear it anyway. So much time had passed; I didn’t want to be tied up and interrogated about my criminal mentality of robbing a purse or planting a bomb!

“Who is he?” Fuuka grabbed Hiiyue.

“He… I… Fuuka, let go!”

“Ah, right! You in front, stop right there!” Fuuka snapped after me.

You think I’ll stop just because you say so? "Don't be silly, unless you kill me first!"

Her arrogance was like a light used only for effect, seemingly strong but actually ineffective against me, or rather, it was a special attack only effective against specific people.

I stumbled around the maze, shaking off Feng Hua and Si Ye, but Fei Yue followed closely behind me.

"Why are you running away?" She reached out and grabbed my sleeve. I turned to shake her off, but she pounced on me and pinned me down. I was surrounded by her

warm and fragrant body, but I was sweating profusely, my mind a mess, with only one absurd thought running through my head—would a woman on top of a man constitute rape?

"Don't run away anymore!" she said angrily, her red lips breathing hot air, her skin glowing a vibrant pink, glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

"You've mistaken me for someone else, I don't know you!" I shouted, trying to cover it up.

"Of course I know that!" Her answer surprised me even more, so much so that when she pulled open my shirt, I forgot to call for help.

"What...did you say?"

Seeing my naked upper body, she seemed to have suffered the biggest blow of her life, her expression changing from expectation to disappointment.

Utterly disappointed!

How incredibly rude!

"Hey, just go for it! Don't wait until you've taken my clothes off before sighing like that. At least give me some face, how am I supposed to face people like this?!" Does this woman even know what tact and subtlety are?

"Go for it? I'm already sitting on you, aren't

I?" she asked, puzzled. "You... never mind, never mind! Go ahead!" Since I was already pinned down, I spread my hands, deciding to let her have her way.

"Sorry... I mistook you for someone else." She smiled awkwardly and moved away from me.

"...One?" Because of my poor physique, she was disgusted?

Although I didn't lose my virginity, I felt utterly humiliated!

I grabbed her hand, refusing to let her go. I wouldn't rest until I had a proper explanation and had her completely taken advantage of me!

"...Okay." She didn't struggle, and just obediently sat down next to me. "Actually, I don't really know you... no, I don't know that person who looks a lot like you. I've only seen him once, just once."

Love at first sight? A fleeting encounter?

Seeing my utter confusion, she began to recount the story.

"I met him about five weeks ago."

I secretly did some quick calculations, my heart skipping a beat... Could it be such a coincidence?

"It was in the evening, at an intersection in the West End."

Good heavens, even the location of the incident is so similar!

"I was chasing two robbers on a motorcycle. They snatched an old lady's purse and sped away..."

You're not trying to tell me you just happened to witness my gruesome death that day...

"I didn't think too much at the time, I was just trying to make them stop. When I came to my senses, I realized I had shot through the robber's rear tire... and that out-of-control, skidding motorcycle, ended up..."

"ended up?"

"...and ended up crashing into another teenager on a bicycle."

I was struck dumb!

"You...you mean..." So, all this time, you killed me?!

"Although that teenager was driving without a license and ran a red light, I wasn't avoiding him to escape responsibility. I couldn't let Andrew's father down; I had to be a normal girl...I saw the teenager lying on the ground, bleeding profusely. Passersby were busy calling the police, but I didn't have the courage to come forward and admit to manslaughter."

It was manslaughter, not murder... My heart bled silently.

"Where I used to live, injuries were commonplace, because it was a cruel world. But I know that in this society, everyone is precious, and those who injure others will leave an indelible stain on their lives. So, I wanted to make amends in another way."

"So that's why you chased after me at the amusement park that day, wanting to say something?"

"Sorry, I mistook you for him!"

It wasn't a mistake at all!

Sitting next to a murderer, even I couldn't believe that I felt no hatred or resentment, only endless helplessness.

Perhaps it was because I had completely accepted my death and the cause of my death!

If I hadn't turned into an electric massager and run away, I wouldn't have ended up in the girls' dormitory at Sefer Academy, met her, and learned the truth about my death.

She probably assumed I was someone else because I had no injuries. But thinking about it, it makes sense; not only are there no injuries, but I'm still wearing the Sefer Academy uniform—noble and commoner—such a huge difference!

"Then…do you know that boy's name? Where does he live?" Even knowing this was a crucial part of my memory, I couldn't help but touch it.

"His surname is Xu, but where he lives…it wasn't written in the newspaper. I'm not good with computers, and I don't want anyone else to know about this, so…" She looked at me apologetically.

My god, it was in the newspaper! This is truly embarrassing!

"N-no, it's okay!" Even if I got the address, I couldn't just go back like that; the gatekeeper warned me he'd be watching me closely.

Wait a minute! She read the newspaper?!

"Then why have you been chasing after me? Shouldn't the newspaper have said I... no, that the boy is dead?"

"I thought so too, but that Saturday, I met you at the amusement park, and I thought maybe the newspaper was wrong! After the midterms, I went to the amusement park several times to look for you, but the open-air theater had a different group of evil soldiers. I asked the director and found out you only went to help out temporarily and would never appear again. The trail went cold."

One can imagine her disappointment when all her hopes were dashed.

"I never thought you were also a student at Sefer. I've never seen you in the year since I enrolled."

Of course! I didn't exist before the incident, and after the midterms, I was dragged off to experience inhumane extremes. The timing was completely off!

“I think…we must have bumped into each other a few times in the hallway before, but before that boy’s accident, you wouldn’t consciously remember people with similar faces.” I suddenly remembered that we had just been to the casino yesterday. Luckily, she was too busy with the crowds to notice me, otherwise I would have had to put on a public striptease.

“You’re right.” She suddenly added, startling me into thinking she had actually heard my inner monologue. “Knowing that you and he are not the same person, I think what the newspaper published might be correct. That boy…is dead.”

“Don’t be too sad. The dead are gone, everything is in the past. If you can’t make amends in this life, then accept your fate and wait for the next life!” I comforted her. Now that the misunderstanding (I don’t even know if it was a misunderstanding or not?) had been cleared up, and I would forgive and forget, she should be able to put her mind at ease!

I buttoned up my clothes and stood up.

“I don’t believe in the afterlife!” she called out behind me. “Papa Carl said that everyone only has this one life, and if you miss it, you miss it forever!”

“Then there’s nothing we can do.” I said. While the idea of no reincarnation and no debt is nice, things have already turned out this way, how can I struggle anymore? "That boy is dead, and I'm not him. Even if you don't give up..." Before I could finish, a sudden force from behind knocked me down again!

Chapter 7 of Episode 3: A Complex Fate

She straddled my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her bright eyes sparkling: "Have you heard the saying that everyone's soul is thrown down from the stars at birth? If the soul splits in two, it becomes twins; if the broken souls are scattered by the wind and separated by great distances, they become like-minded strangers."

If someone is thrown from such a height, causing a soul defect, wouldn't they be born disabled?

If twins are truly split from one soul, combined with the concept of soulmates, wouldn't that be equivalent to homosexuality and incest?

What if it's even more serious, like triplets or quintuplets? How would they get married then?

Could this be the source of my divorce crisis?

It sounded like a beautiful legend, but my not-so-romantic mind was filled with practical questions.

"So...so what?" I swallowed hard; her serious expression made it look like she really wanted to devour me.

"What I owe, I will repay. Since that person is dead, please accept my compensation in place of the other half of their poor soul." Unable to see through my thoughts, she displayed her utmost sincerity.

"How...how will you compensate me?" As if driven deep into two wooden stakes, my upper body was completely immobile. Although she was an exception, being so easily subdued by a woman was truly a loss of dignity.

"I will grant you one wish," she said with unwavering determination and seriousness.

"...Excuse me, what did you say?"

"Whatever the request, as long as it is within my power, I will do it!"

She slowly moved closer to my face, almost touching my lips. Her warm breath on my face made my heart flutter slightly.

"Tell me, what is your wish?"

Her soft, fragrant body pressed against me, the position incredibly ambiguous. Although she was a terrifying weapon woman, her beautiful face was so close, and her large, beautiful eyes seemed to be radiating electricity, as if tempting me to ask her to give herself to me. "Was

this a trick Feng Hua taught me too... ?"

I strained to look up, pulling my gaze away from her rather eye-catching chest and fixing it on the distant scenery, trying to ignore the arousing sensation of her alluring figure.

"Does it have to be... now?" Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. I'm not a saint; if I weren't so weak, I really wanted to push her away immediately, lest I make a rash wish in the heat of the moment.

She paused, then sheepishly pulled away from me and stood up. "Sorry, I was too hasty!"

I exhaled a breath, but a sense of loss welled up inside me. I looked up, and my eyes nearly bleeded from my nose.

She was wearing a short skirt today, and looking up, her view was completely exposed, the stimulation only increasing.

"You... step back a little." I pinched my nose, desperately trying to resist.

This kind of feast for the eyes was really too much to handle!

"Why?" She was still stubbornly unmoved.

“You… your inner beauty…” I pointed tremblingly to her crotch.

“Huh?” She looked down, noticed my gaze, but didn’t immediately look away. “You saw it?”

After struggling between honesty and deception, between lust and gentleman, I nodded painfully and described the color of her underwear.

“So, are you happy?” she asked, her reaction erratic.

What?

“When men see something like this, don’t they feel happy, excited, and then their attraction to the girl increases?” she sang, speaking the words of a slut.

“Who… told you this?” I knew the answer in my heart.

“Feng Hua.”

It was that woman with the problem again!

I looked at Fei Yue; it seemed there was still time to save her. I couldn’t let her continue to be tormented by Feng Hua and take this for granted.

“You…”

“I’ll give you some time.”

She interrupted me. “We can meet at school before graduation. If you’ve thought it through, you can come to Hyacinth Class Two or Dormitory Number One to find me.” She bent down and bowed to me, her cleavage swaying in front of me. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you. Well then, I'll take my leave!"

"You, you, you take your time..." If you don't hurry up, I'm going to die!

I held my nose tightly, not daring to let go. People might quench their thirst by looking at plums, but I might become the first person in history to drown while looking at waves!

As if responding to my inner desires, she instantly shot away like an arrow.

I'm saved!

With the crisis gone, I collapsed to the ground, unwilling to get up for a long time.

What kind of books did Feng Hua read to train her?

It's like a modification plan that forcibly installs artificial emotions into a robot. Even if she becomes the center of attention in the future, even if she caters to men's desires, she will only be regarded as a plaything and will not receive any genuine emotional reciprocation.

Recalling her astonishing words just now, I couldn't help but sigh. If I hadn't been the one in charge and knew her, I couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't have been taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives.

Perhaps she didn't do this out of a sense of compensation, but simply to find an outlet for her guilt. So, regardless of my wishes, she forced me to make a wish.

Sigh, it's good to have this right... and it's what I deserve, but besides killing my enemies and repaying her with my body, I really can't think of anything else she could do for me.

Cook a meal?

Thinking back to the night before the home economics midterm exam, the new chemical weapon development project held in the kitchen, the terrifying cake sent chills down my spine.

Sigh...

Looking at the azure sky, I realized for the first time that my fate is truly complicated.

After Hiizuki left, considering that she might be riding the school bus with Yotsuba and Fuuka, to avoid an awkward encounter on the bus, I originally wanted to shamelessly ask Ash to take me back to the girls' dormitory. However, considering the issue of bringing back my uniform, and that I might have to wait until evening to avoid the guards' surveillance, and seeing that I still had some time before transforming, I finally decided to use the old method of sneaking out backwards.

Hiding in a thick patch of lush grass near the girls' dormitory checkpoint, my transformation time had passed. I neatly folded my discarded uniform, then used a black rope I'd placed in my trouser pocket to tie it to my body. With utmost patience, I waited for the massive transport vehicle to pass by.

Even on holidays, as long as the students' needs existed, the college's transportation network never ceased operation.

On the hour, the school bus arrived precisely on time and stopped for inspection. All male passengers had to leave their personal information and visit time in the visitor register, to prevent any crimes or disputes in the dormitories from going undetected. Entering women were also not allowed to supervise the dormitories, which is why I couldn't enter and exit as a human.

As a pseudo-student who had lost crucial memories, I didn't have any personal information. If I filled out something haphazardly, the guards could easily detect the falsification using the computer connected to the student database. Even if I only left and never entered, I still had to fill in the departure time in the logbook, inevitably leading to being caught.

It was precisely because of this tedious and troublesome inspection procedure that smuggling activities persisted for so long.

While the guard boarded the school bus to record visitor ID numbers, I quickly climbed onto the chassis. I learned this trick from a stray cat; if they could get on it, so could I.

After waiting about five minutes, the guard finally let us through, and the school bus drove on at a leisurely pace. I sat on the chassis, watching the pebbles constantly being thrown behind the bus, while keeping an eye on the sounds inside. We passed several stops, and people gradually got off.

"Number One Girls' Dormitory, Number One Girls' Dormitory has arrived," the automated voice announced. After

twenty seconds of no one getting on or off, the driver closed the doors and continued towards the next dormitory.

As soon as the bus started moving, I jumped off and lay face down on the ground.

As soon as the rear wheels passed, before the bus had completely disappeared from my body, I immediately rolled to the side of the road and quickly disappeared into a haystack.

The windows on the first floor were open, indicating that there were currently many people inside, but the open shoe cabinet by the door was only missing one pair of indoor shoes, which wasn't a big problem for me.

If it were nighttime, I could easily climb up the ivy on the exterior wall to the second-floor balcony, but now that the outdoor surveillance cameras are recording clearly, I have no choice but to take the second option.

I circled the dormitory entrance to the back door, the only sound the roar of the range hood filling the air. I could see the only woman in the room busy in the kitchen.

The back door was slightly ajar. I tiptoed to the door, peeked inside, and saw the beautiful landlady putting the sugar jar back on the shelf before heading to the counter and washing dishes behind my back.

Perfect opportunity!

I sneaked through the kitchen and rushed upstairs, the whole process swift and decisive.

Because it was home, the beautiful landlady's bedroom wasn't locked, and I easily entered. Looking at the unchanging furnishings, tears welled up in my eyes.

Ah! I'm back! Finally back!

Every time I return to this room, I feel a different kind of emotion. If I weren't afraid of disturbing the beautiful landlady in the kitchen, I would have almost cheered.

My own "home" is still the best!

Having rushed back, dusty and tired, I took off my uniform and hid under the bed, wanting only to get a good night's sleep and recharge. I had just rolled under the desk pedal and stretched when the pretty landlady pushed open the door with a tray of snacks.

Hearing her footsteps pause, I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

She knelt down, gently placing the saucer of caramel chocolate cake on the floor, and said coldly, "You're here, aren't you?"

I covered my ears, pretending not to hear, refusing to admit it.

"I saw you," she said, her tone now laced with anger.

I could tell she was warning me, and I knew there was no point in pretending anymore. I had no choice but to give in and break the stalemate, obediently rolling out from under the desk. What

bad luck! I was discovered as soon as I got back. Was I going to be packing my bags again?

I walked listlessly to her, mimicking her kneeling posture, like I was confessing to a deity. A deep-seated fear of her made me lower my head, shrinking my neck and sitting upright.

"I knew it," she said.

Guessed? So I couldn't hold back and confessed without being asked! I

was furious that I'd fallen for such a simple psychological tactic; I was practically foaming at the mouth, silently cursing myself for being an idiot.

"You were the one who saved me yesterday, weren't you!"

she blurted out. I was stunned, speechless, and reflexively shook my head.

"You think I didn't see it?" She seemed a little annoyed by my feigned ignorance.

"Who else but you would have such ridiculous hands?"

Uh… ridiculous?

So that was her assessment.

I looked at my slender hands resting on my knees; they were indeed a little injured.

"Thank you."

I looked up in surprise, making sure I hadn't misheard, but seeing a slight blush on her cheeks, she casually asked, "How did you sneak into the administration building?"

"Uh… well… it was just a coincidence…" I stammered, afraid to give a coherent explanation. If she knew I could use the school bus to freely travel between the dorm and campus, she'd be incredibly wary! It was better to say nothing than to tell a flimsy lie.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to say.” She didn’t press me, and pushed the teacup in front of me. “This is… a thank-you gift.”

Had she taken the wrong medicine?

I stared at her in surprise, making her fidget and get up angrily. “I… I’ll come back to collect it later!”

“Wait a minute.”

I asked suspiciously, “Are you trying to tell me… that you’re never coming back after you finish eating?”

She stopped, was silent for a moment, and said with her back to me, “Didn’t you already pay the rent? I don’t want to break my promise!”

Whether it was embarrassment or nervousness, her voice changed slightly, and the door rattled a few times when she closed it.

After racking my brains, I suddenly realized that she was trying to show me goodwill, not that I was being paranoid.

It was a very suspicious change! Was she grateful that I saved her life, or had she gotten information from her childhood friend that he hadn’t actually seen me that day?

If neither of the above… I carefully examined the beautifully baked black cake in front of me. Could it be that the pretty landlady had decided to get rid of me herself and had poisoned it?

"Probably not!" I denied it for her.

Based on my experience over the past few days, she prefers to be straightforward and forceful, and wouldn't resort to such underhanded tactics. Even if this dessert is poisonous, it should be food poisoning and stomach upset caused by unclean ingredients or incorrect proportions, not something that would kill me...maybe.

Since we're under the same roof, we should trust each other. I picked up the disposable transparent fork on the plate, cut off a bite-sized piece of cake, and held it with slightly trembling fingers.

I wondered if I'd even survive to eat a second bite.

I examined this small, seemingly normal piece of dessert from every angle, confirming that there were no other suspicious powders or spots besides caramel and chocolate cake, the color was normal, and it didn't emit any strange smell. Only then, like a warrior cutting off his own arm, did I close my eyes tightly and, before my courage disappeared, recklessly put it in my mouth.

The negatives sent back by the extreme sports club were already lying securely on the bright glass tabletop of the first-floor living room the day after school. The girls, upon seeing the bright red club emblem on the seal, were all on high alert, but they resisted the urge to open it or do anything else that might damage it, until the recipient returned home.

I peeked from the stairwell, curious about their reaction.

Finally, Liuya returned, changed into comfortable indoor shoes, and entered the house. Seeing everyone strangely huddled in the living room, she didn't ask many questions. She walked to the table, gently placed her schoolbag beside her feet, and then picked up the much-anticipated envelope. As if to satisfy everyone's curiosity, she gently and slowly tore open the seal.

The tearing sound of paper was neither loud nor soft, neither sharp nor dull, neither gentle nor particularly jarring—difficult to describe, yet instantly recognizable.

Liuya slowly tore away the top edge of the Western-style envelope, the gradually widening, irregularly undulating opening resembling the ever-changing waves of a vast ocean. The torn strips of useless scrap paper, like ugly sea serpents created on a whim by the Creator, twisted and trembled in agony during their painful creation.

It was truly a case of the emperor not being anxious, but the eunuchs being driven to desperation!

Looking at Fei Yue, who was almost unable to contain herself, I thought that if she had dared to open the letter at this snail's pace before, her father would have beaten her to death, if not beaten!

The long and suspenseful process of opening the letter was finally completed, but Liuya didn't immediately empty the envelope. Instead, she used her index finger to pry open the opening and peeked inside, continuing to torment everyone's curiosity. Before any protests could erupt, she took the dark brown film negative, then left the unread contract and envelope behind, before walking alone into the kitchen.

As soon as she left, Feng Hua, equally impatient, snatched the letter to read it—

"Guarantee of Return of Unauthorized Private Photos and No Leakage?"

Feng Hua quickly read the contract in scribbled characters, her mouth moving as she looked. Yin You and Si Ye stood behind the sofa, leaning back in their chairs, while the others crowded around, their eyes glued to the contents.

"...If there is any leakage of private photos, and it is verified to be true, we are willing to unconditionally compensate the following amount." Then, everyone's gaze settled on the terrifyingly large sum at the end.

Yin You gasped in surprise, Si Ye was speechless with shock, while Feng Hua, Fei Yue, the beautiful landlady, and Sha Zhen stared wide-eyed, just like my reaction when I first heard about the compensation, exclaiming in unison, "Ten billion?!"

"Ten billion? How is that possible! Besides the nude photos, what else was photographed on you?" Feng Hua called out to Liu Ya, who was about to go upstairs after pouring water.

The film had already been removed, and apart from Liu Ya and the photography studio, there was no way of knowing what had been photographed on the person in question.

I was also very curious; perhaps this time, I could learn the meaning of that tattoo from Liu Ya.

"The compensation is just a formality. No matter how many zeros are added to the number, the photography studio can't possibly pay it. In that case, what's the difference between ten billion and one hundred million? It has nothing to do with what was photographed." Liu Ya's words easily dispelled the doubts of the women.

"That's right... if they can't pay, the higher the amount, the better." Feng Hua also calmed down. "So, the photography studio had no intention of leaking the photos; they were just using them for the midterm exam?"

"Even so, it's still extremely outrageous!" the beautiful landlady said indignantly.

"If you want revenge, isn't there a ready-made opportunity?" Feng Hua chuckled wickedly. "Just develop the photos, leak them to certain women, and then frame the photography club, right? They'll not only have to pay a billion, but they'll also be embroiled in lawsuits and expelled from school!"

"Absolutely not!" the pretty landlady protested. "What if the school demands evidence?"

"Feng Hua is even worse than the photography club..."

"It was just a joke, why did you all take it so seriously? How could I really do that? We're roommates, after all... Shh, don't say anything!"

Feng Hua suddenly made a shushing gesture. The school bus had stopped at the door, and this time someone got off.

The girls quickly hid the letter. Because of my position, I couldn't see who it was until the pretty landlady opened the door and the person entered. I realized it was that same delinquent who claimed to be the landlady's childhood friend again.

What was he doing here again!

"Hello," Si Ye said kindly.

"Welcome. I remember you're Xiaocheng's friend, your name is... Neng... Neng what?" Feng Hua pondered, resting her chin on her hand.

"Neng Yuan," the delinquent said. "Sorry, I just transferred here recently, and I'm struggling to keep up with my studies. I might have to trouble Xiaocheng a lot to help me with my revision these days. I hope you won't think I'm being too shameless..."

"Not at all, Xiaocheng's friend is our friend too. We just hope you won't feel uncomfortable because there are so many women in the house!" Feng Hua said with an official smile.

"Did you bring all your textbooks? Well then, let's go to the room!" The pretty landlady said, and was about to lead him upstairs.

I also stepped back and was about to climb the stairs when I saw Yotsuba whisper something in Sama's ear with a worried look on her face. Then, Sama suddenly screamed and jumped up from the leather sofa as if she had been electrocuted.

This sudden movement made the living room freeze for half a second.

"Is there a thorn on the sofa?" Feng Hua asked with a puzzled look, pressing her palm against the slightly warm chair where Sama had been sitting to confirm the presence of the foreign object.

"What did Yotsuba say to you?" Hiiyue noticed their behavior.

Sama glanced at Yotsuba, keeping her lips tightly closed, seemingly letting Yotsuba speak first.

"She just felt... our dorm 'wasn't very clean'?"

Hearing Yotsuba say this, Fuuka immediately denied it: "How could that be! We've had two major cleanings in a short period of time, I don't think any other girls' dorm is as spotless as ours!"

"Yotsuba means there might be... there... there's that kind of thing in our dorm!" Sama said, her face pale.

"What did you say?!" The pretty landlady and Fuuka screamed at the same time.

Oh, so they're both afraid of ghosts too!

I looked at Hiiyue, who didn't seem to care, and Ryua, who was unmoved. They didn't seem to care what kind of spirit was living in the house. As for Oto... she had simply fainted!

"Wait a minute, we've lived here for so long and nothing has happened, how come it's only now that supernatural events are suddenly happening?" Hiiyue said.

"Yotsuba, are you seeing things?" Fuuka tried her best to remain calm.

“But, around 3 a.m. last night, I clearly saw a rolling pin moving in the hallway, though it was only for a moment…”

Hearing this, I clearly saw the pretty landlady’s shoulders twitch, and she immediately realized that disaster was about to strike.

“Could it be that someone is playing a prank by rolling it around on the second floor to scare people?” Hiizuki asked again.

“But… do rolling pins usually move vertically…” Yotsuba recalled what she had seen last night, “It didn’t seem like a prank…”

The living room suddenly became deathly quiet.

“I think… it might just be my eyes playing tricks on me while I’m still not fully awake…” the pretty landlady chuckled dryly.

“It could also be the shadow of a tree outside the window being blown by the wind!” Sama jumped in to help, “The wind has been strong these past few days, the shadows are swaying so it’s possible that you’re seeing things wrong, isn’t it?”

“I’d rather believe that I’m just scaring myself.” Fuuka tried to calm everyone’s agitated emotions.

“But Yotsuba, why did you get up in the middle of the night?” Hiizuki’s unnecessary question immediately earned her a fierce glare from Fuuka.

"Hmm...it was the strange groaning sound from the bathroom that woke me up...I thought either Xiaocheng or Sama was feeling unwell, so I got out of bed to check, but all I saw was a completely dark bathroom with the toilet flushing automatically..."

I'm pretty sure Yotsuba saw me. Because I ate a whole caramel chocolate cake baked by the pretty landlady, I woke up in the middle of the night with an unbearable stomachache, so I stumbled into the bathroom and vomited.

Speaking of this, I have a lot of grievances to share. When I vomited up Sama's delicious Black Forest cake and beef stew, it was like reliving old favorites, it was so satisfying. But after eating the pretty landlady's cake, it was like being tortured to death, a memory I can't bear to recall, as if I was being slowly sliced to pieces again!

The cake wasn't poisonous, but it was just awful—purely awful. I can't help but wonder if the pretty landlady is just naturally bad at cooking, or if she deliberately reduced the deliciousness of the food because it was targeting me, then tricked me into eating it with a smile and sweet words, secretly giving me a beating.

"Enough! Stop talking!" Feng Hua shouted, stopping them.

"Then let's assume the rolling pin was a tree shadow and the automatic flushing toilet was a malfunction. We'll have the school janitor come to repair it tomorrow, and that's the end of it for now. Don't mention it again!"

Such a decision naturally drew no objections.

But no one raised the question: if the automatic flushing incident wasn't caused by a malfunction, then what was the reason...?

"Sorry, I heard about this farce as soon as I arrived. You must be laughing at me." The pretty landlady forced a smile.

"No way! I think you guys are so lively and friendly; I envy you. Unlike my male dormitory, everyone's so cold and aloof, so self-absorbed. It always feels like it lacks human warmth." The delinquent boy said sincerely.

"You're making me worried. Everyone's so cold and distant, wouldn't that be like living in prison?"

"Haha...it's not that dramatic! You know I'm just a busybody, so I get along pretty well with my roommates. I'll introduce them to you another time."

"Okay."

The two chatted and laughed as they went upstairs, while I rushed even faster into the pretty landlady's room. I knew I had to be extremely discreet this time; if I got caught, I'd be in big trouble!

A moment later, footsteps approached the door.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment. I'm worried the room might be a bit messy," the pretty landlady said apologetically.

"It's alright, take your time," the delinquent

replied unhurriedly. After another apology, the landlady finally opened the door. Although I couldn't see her, I could guess she had sneaked in.

The room looked perfectly normal at that moment. She searched around but didn't find me, but still, she lowered her voice and said into the air, "I know you're in the room. Listen carefully, you are absolutely not allowed to show yourself until the guest leaves, understand?"

I wanted to answer her, but I was sure she didn't want to hear anything at that moment, so I ignored her and continued to blend into the surroundings.

Not receiving a reply, she didn't seem to care and simply opened the door to let the delinquent into the room. Sure

enough, I was right. If she had heard my response, she probably would have taken the quickest and safest measure—throwing me out the window.

"Please sit for a moment, I'll make some tea."

"Thank you." The sound of a schoolbag being put down came from behind. The delinquent said, "Like last time, right? Just leave the low table and cushions to me, don't bother!"

"Then I'll leave it to you." The pretty landlady closed the door with relief.

"No problem!" The delinquent whistled and began working diligently, but he had only finished half of it when the whistling suddenly stopped. I had a vague feeling that the atmosphere had changed.

"A monster..." He uttered those three words in a low voice, then stopped what he was doing and began to search the room meticulously. "I absolutely cannot allow anything unclean to pollute the air of this room!"

It was easy to estimate how long it would take to make tea, so he used the time to search quickly and carefully. Although I was confident that he wouldn't find me, as the sounds of drawers opening and closing and furniture vibrating grew closer, my certainty was mixed with more and more uncertainty.

I sincerely hoped the pretty landlady had brewed regular tea bags, which would at least save time washing the teapot and scooping out the tea leaves, allowing me to expose the delinquent's intentions sooner and perhaps even rescue me from this predicament.

But our understanding seemed insufficient. While she was probably still downstairs humming a tune, or perhaps chatting with Feng Hua and the others, the delinquent was already at my doorstep.

This time, it wasn't that I hadn't hidden well enough; pretty landlady, if you don't hurry upstairs, it won't be my fault if you're discovered!

As I muttered to myself, the delinquent opened the wardrobe door. His hand gently brushed aside the rows of clothes on the hanger, his gaze not missing the three small drawers in the lower right corner.

The first drawer contained a sewing kit and spare buttons.

The second, a scarf and a belt.

I lay in the third drawer, barely daring to breathe.

With the first two drawers open, he had no reason to overlook the third.

The third drawer slowly opened—halfway open—before he shoved it in and immediately closed the wardrobe door.

Whew…safe!

Thankfully, the pile of underwear on top of me was quite overwhelming, allowing me to escape. I imagine women react the same way when they see pornography and condoms!

But just as I calmed down, he relentlessly returned!

Perhaps his protective instincts towards his beautiful landlady overshadowed his embarrassment; this time, after opening the wardrobe door, he resolutely pulled open the third drawer.

My heart leaped into my throat, hoping he wouldn't be so audacious as to search it thoroughly… but he certainly was.

Seeing the slight bulge under the underwear, he hesitated, then grabbed it—

when he first saw me, he was startled and wanted to close the drawer immediately, but ultimately restrained himself.

His hand twitched several times before he finally picked me up, examined me, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just a decorative toy…"

After confirming that I was merely a useless object, his body relaxed, and he immediately prepared to put me back.

"Nengyuan, the tea is here."

Damn it, the door opened at that moment, giving him no time to hide me.

I immediately felt his hand lose all its elasticity, and so did his whole body. He stood there like a log, staring blankly at the beautiful landlady standing in the doorway with a tea tray, while the beautiful landlady stared blankly at him, one hand clutching his underwear, the other clutching me!

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

4. Episode Synopsis:

Episode 4, Chapter 1: Exorcism.

A man, a woman, and an electric vibrator... How to describe the current situation?

Shock? Embarrassment? Despair?

Being held by a delinquent, to say I wasn't sweating would be a lie; but seeing the delinquent's reaction was even worse than mine, I thought that besides offering comfort, the death penalty could probably be postponed.

The poor man made a fatal mistake in front of the girl he liked, just like the news of someone dying from a wrong injection—irreversible.

What's more, it all started with my own voluntary "security check," uncovering my beloved's "carefully treasured, shameful" playthings!

Now, being mistaken for a pervert or weirdo with strange fetishes, I'm utterly unable to defend myself, and I'll never be able to recover!

But even so, it's not as bad as being subjected to visual rape, having my entire body exposed, is it?

I moved my eyes; the pretty landlady was busy staring at the delinquent boy, too busy to notice me. This time she didn't scream immediately, showing she's improved considerably—having seen a lot makes a difference! However, that little experience still isn't enough to keep her calm in the face of a collapsing mountain.

As things stand, the current balance is delicate and dangerous; this fragile stalemate, once triggered by the slightest variable, will immediately crumble.

Of course, the later the volcano erupts, the better, but a quick resolution is always more efficient than standing here until dawn.

This wasn't because I was hanging in mid-air; it was just that I was worried Feng Hua and the others might come upstairs at any moment, so I had to take a risk and casually swing my arms and legs.

This movement drew the attention of the pretty landlady, and the delinquent who had been watching her closely finally spoke, noticing her reaction.

"Xiao...Xiao Cheng, it's not what you think..." His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days, probably from nervousness.

Touched by her words, the landlady's hand slipped, and the teapot and cups slid down the steep slope of the dark blue tea tray, shattering into pieces and soaking the floor.

Seeing her strong reaction, the delinquent shuddered, hastily shoving me back into the drawer, his face flushed, and he brushed past the landlady, running downstairs as if his life depended on it.

The cool breeze from his run ruffled the landlady's hair, instantly bringing her to her senses. She then took a step and followed him downstairs.

"Nengyuan!" the pretty landlady called from behind.

"I...I'm sorry!"

The delinquent boy was too ashamed to linger. By the time I reached the stairs, he had already ignored the other girls' surprised looks, rushed to the door, put on his shoes, and dashed towards the checkpoint before the school bus could even pass by.

The pretty landlady stood there blankly in the middle of the living room, her hand still raised in mid-air, staring at the door that hadn't been closed, her face flushed red, unsure how to react.

Yotsuba, sitting by the sofa, asked with concern, "Xiaocheng, what happened upstairs? Why is your face so red?"

She was applying a wet towel to Yin You, who was lying on the sofa.

Recalling what had just happened, the pretty landlady stammered, "N-nothing!"

Seeing her embarrassment, Feng Hua immediately teased her mischievously, "You weren't trying to seduce him, were you?"

"N-no, that's not it!"

"Or did you deliberately not wear underwear and slip in front of him?" she speculated further.

"How could that be!"

"Then why did that man run away without even taking his things?"

Faced with Feng Hua's questioning, the pretty landlady was speechless for a moment. Her pretty face grew increasingly red and hot, and before anyone could worry that she was about to "cook up" herself, she had already fled back to the second floor.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't keep my promise and I was caught." I knelt on the bathroom tiles, kowtowing repeatedly in apology.

In fact, I was already very touched that she didn't immediately kill me!

"Shut up!" she yelled at me angrily, vigorously scrubbing all her underwear in a basin of soapy water.

“What angers me is that you actually hid in… a place like that. What if I had unknowingly put them on…” She shuddered as she spoke.

“That’s because…”

“Enough! Get out of the bathroom right now!”

She glared at me fiercely. “I don’t want to cover you with these clothes and have to wash you again before anyone else finds you!”

“Yes…” I obediently obeyed, dejectedly returning to her room.

Fifteen minutes later, she returned with wrung-out clothes. I had already picked up the pieces, dried the floor, and tidied up the delinquent’s belongings. I knelt quietly by the bed, looking at her with a sense of remorse.

Seeing the room tidy, she didn’t say anything, but busied herself hanging the underwear on the chair and open drawers, as if holding a trade fair.

“If you touch them again, I swear I’ll chop you to pieces!” she warned solemnly and seriously.

I didn’t dare utter a sound.

After finishing, the beautiful landlady went to eat, shower, and study, not saying a word to me all night, as if I didn’t exist.

The library.

Looking around, I didn't see any familiar faces. The two people guarding the counter were new.

Feiyue and Liuya were probably still in class.

I straightened my clothes and headed towards the fourth-floor old newspaper section.

...I tossed and turned all night, finally deciding to delve into my past.

I knew it wasn't allowed, but knowing is one thing, exploring is another. People say "the final judgment is made after death," so it's understandable to be curious about how one will be judged.

Of course, I also had a bit of confidence in the fact that the gatekeeper couldn't always monitor the thoughts, actions, and pasts of all the souls, which emboldened me to so blatantly defy the heavenly rules.

However, I couldn't afford to waste time.

Looking at the wall clock, I decided to finish quickly within fifteen minutes.

Since my death date was already determined, this short time was more than enough to understand it.

The old newspaper section contained many mahogany cabinets, each with twelve large drawers, each drawer containing a month's worth of newspapers.

Here are countless large wooden cabinets, storing nearly a century's worth of historical information. I opened the drawer for last month's issue; it was divided into thirty-one compartments, surprisingly spacious. Old newspapers, held in clips, lay horizontally on a specially designed newspaper rack, each date section containing varying numbers of morning and evening papers from different newspapers.

Searching for the section for the day I died, I randomly picked up a somewhat well-known morning paper and began searching the social section.

This unremarkable social event involved neither high-ranking officials nor any particularly tragic or tragic background, thus occupying only a small, obscure corner of the page, adding meaningless details to the newspaper's content.

The fatal car accident that took my life was only briefly mentioned in a mere two hundred words.

I imagine that those who read it—aside from my close friends and family—must have been numbly forgotten, without even a sigh of regret. After all, society has become increasingly indifferent; the death of someone else, unrelated to oneself, is utterly insignificant.

As for the content, it was indeed as Feiyue described; aside from briefly mentioning my surname and the intersection where the accident occurred, it didn't elaborate on the cause of the accident.

I persisted in checking other newspapers, but they were all similar, some even omitting the news altogether, demonstrating the insignificance of the incident.

Sigh, I really am just a nobody!

Putting the old newspapers back where they belonged, I walked out of the library, having gained nothing.

"What are you doing here?"

I was startled and turned around to see Feiyue standing behind me, smiling.

"You...don't you have class?" Seeing her face, I couldn't help but recall her bold actions two days ago, and my face flushed instantly.

"This period is free, what about you?" she replied, then asked in return.

"...Me too."

Every single period is free, I said guiltily.

"That's great, how about we have a cup of tea together?"

"Uh, but..." With both bags empty, I hesitated awkwardly.

"Forgot your dining card? No problem, it's on me." Without asking my consent, she cheerfully dragged me to the student cafeteria.

"What would you like to drink?"

After selecting a window seat, she picked up the menu and handed it to me.

"Anything is fine." I didn't take it.

"Two coffees, please." She smiled slightly and handed the card and menu to the waiter.

I looked around. There weren't many students during class time. The soft music and waist-high potted plants created a semi-private space, ensuring sufficient privacy.

"Have you decided on your wish yet?" she asked directly.

"Sorry… not yet." I lowered my head, not daring to admit that I hadn't considered it at all since returning home.

"I thought you went to the library to find me… but that's alright." She was understanding and not in a hurry.

"I'm just going to look up some information."

"About that boy?"

"Yes." I admitted sheepishly.

“I’ve already checked the library’s information. What I don’t understand is that the content only revolves around drive-by robberies and car accidents. Didn’t the police realize that the rear tire of the motorcycle involved in the accident was broken?” she asked, puzzled.

It’s probably because that bullet would cause public suspicion about public safety, greatly reducing the police’s credibility.

For a minor accident, the motorcycle’s loss of speed and skidding is enough reason; there’s no need to waste time and effort investigating a bullet that flew out of nowhere, making it endless. Besides, the police prioritize speed and performance; without significant benefits, they might as well disregard human life and close the case quickly.

“That’s not the point anymore,” I said.

“True, the important thing is now.” She looked at me and said, “By the way, I still don’t know your name.”

“Little Mo,” I blurted out unintentionally, only to see her look surprised.

“What a coincidence, my roommate also named her mushroom plush toy Little Mo!”

"Yes, what a coincidence! But they should be homophones, just different characters..." I chuckled awkwardly to cover it up. Now I could only hope that she would be too concerned about the murder case to mention me to the pretty landlady and the others!

Fortunately, she didn't suspect anything, and just continued to ask about the class I attended.

It was really hard for me to answer... Luckily, the coffee was served at the right time, interrupting the conversation.

"Thank you." Taking the card with the payment deducted, she smiled, which even made the waiter momentarily lose his focus. However, I knew that this smile, beautiful as it was, was an artificially trained, emotionless performance.

"Excuse my bluntness, but the other day in the maze, I heard you mention 'Daddy Andrew' and 'Daddy Carl.' I remember your father should be..." I probed indirectly, trying to get her to bring up the topic of family, or even Feng Hua.

I had to find out which link went wrong, causing her to believe in Feng Hua's "education" without questioning the educator's completely different personal behavior.

“Drake’s father, right? I thought the students here were only interested in family friends and those who were beneficial to their families!” She stirred her coffee.

I could tell she was a little angry.

“You’ve misunderstood. I didn’t investigate you behind your back. I just heard it from your classmates.

You might not know, but you’re quite a celebrity in the academy!”

Based on her animal girl outfit and her performance in the fun competition, I believed there was no way she was unknown.

“So it’s because I don’t have real noble blood…” A dark cloud quickly gathered on her face.

Feeling the sudden pressure, I was at a loss.

“I’m fine, don’t be nervous. It’s nothing unusual.” She sipped her coffee, her anger vanishing instantly: “I’m long past the impetuous stage of wielding swords.”

No way!

Her words sent a chill down my spine.

"If you're really that curious, I can tell you,"

she said nonchalantly. "My noble status was acquired through adoption, making me a 'non-purebred anomaly' who rose through a crooked path to the ranks of other nobles. That's a fact, and that's what sparks the gossip. Although I'm thick-skinned and don't care, I don't like it when people disgrace my family and criticize me about it. I hope you won't treat me that way."

"Of course not!" I quickly assured her.

Another ruthless character!

Her murderous aura had already overflowed when she mentioned "disgracing my family."

Criticize her like that? I'm not courting death!

I sighed inwardly. My way of talking to girls is still too clumsy. I have no idea how to get their attention or favor, otherwise I wouldn't be constantly being chased and beaten by my beautiful landlady!

Take now, for example. If I weren't "that dead man," she probably wouldn't even acknowledge me.

However, I'm not one to give up easily. Composing myself, I changed my approach and asked,

"Do you like guns?"

She paused, then regained her composure: "I don't really touch those things."

Lie! If she didn't touch them, would she casually shoot through the rear tire of a thug's motorcycle on the street?

Sensing my intense gaze, she awkwardly looked away, her face alternating between pale and flushed, and changed her story: "...I am somewhat interested. Why are you asking this?"

"Why deny what you like most?"

I looked at her. "From the library until now, you've been wearing a human skin mask, acting. I can sense it, I can tell. Who are you trying to please? Men? Women?"

A hint of unease flashed across her face.

"Men are often oblivious, but they're not completely oblivious. At least I don't like this." I honestly stated my thoughts, then noticed her expression stiffen.

“I’m sorry… I think I was too presumptuous.”

“…It’s okay.”

She put down her coffee cup, leaned back in her chair, and looked out the window, biting her lower lip as if deep in thought. After a while, she asked me in a very unnatural tone, “What you said…is it true?”

I picked up my cup, pretending to enjoy the coffee that was starting to cool, while trying to guess what thoughts were swirling beneath her wavering expression, and pondering what to say next.

“I don’t mean to deny your actions, but if we can confirm my thoughts through a small ‘experiment,’ perhaps I can offer you a better answer.”

She fell into a brief moment of thought.

“Do you remember everything that happened before you were adopted?” I took it as a yes.

“No…I can’t think about it!” She clenched her fists, seemingly…struggling.

“Why?” I pressed her closely.

“That’s forbidden.”

“By whom?”

“By the wind…” The last syllable suddenly stopped in mid-air. She looked at me, becoming wary.

“That’s none of your business!”

“I just want to help you.” I shrugged, indicating that I meant no harm. I knew all along that everything was connected to Feng Hua.

"You've got us on the wrong footing!" She packed her things, pushed back her chair, and made as if to leave.

"...Then I'll take it as my wish!"

Fei Yue froze at my words.

"You..." She looked at me in disbelief, seemingly doubting my seriousness. Finally, she kept her promise and sat back down.

"Tell me, what should I do?" She probably thought I was a fool.

I could see she was still skeptical. It seemed she had never doubted the authenticity of the training before, and breaking her trust in Feng Hua wouldn't be easy, but at least she was willing to try.

"To complete this experiment, please abandon your current self and return to your former self. Before entering the Sefer Academy, before the adoption, before the change, your true self."

With my request, she closed her eyes and entered meditation.

"It's done." A minute later, she opened her eyes, seemingly unchanged.

I thought for a moment and began to ask questions.

"Do you like guns?"

"Rather than liking them, I need them." Her expression didn't change, but her answer was unexpectedly cold: "Without them, air is useless."

I was somewhat taken aback; this reaction seemed even worse than her current one.

Right, the laws of the battlefield are cruel. Perhaps I should ask her about her current situation!

I quickly changed the subject.

"So, compared to before, do you enjoy school life?"

"This is a long-term mission with profound meaning."

She replied seriously and without hesitation: "It seems easy, but it's actually difficult, completely contrary to the training methods I've received before. It's very challenging!"

I felt defeated.

This doesn't seem to match my expectations. Shouldn't she be more genuine?

Or perhaps I was ultimately misled by the warm feeling evoked by the photos I saw in her room before?

Maybe I should focus on topics that interest her and can touch her heart?

But what if her reaction was still disappointing?

To my surprise, even I was starting to waver!

"I want to know, in that different world, what do you think of the people around you?" I asked, hoping against hope. Strangely

, her expression softened.

"I like them very much," she said firmly and with great certainty.

This was nothing short of encouraging.

Then, as if guided, "Papa Carl," that hearty-smiling, robust Black man, brought two photos of himself with his daughter into my mind. They

were still vividly etched in my memory.

"Do you remember your Papa Carl?" Perhaps it was fate that made her, having mentioned the name first, feel no doubt about my bringing it up again.

"The unforgettable times we spent together, the laughter we shared—can you recreate those moments?" I asked.

Her mouth opened slightly, seemingly surprised by my request, but the next moment, the corners of her lips naturally turned up, revealing a dazzling smile as radiant as her hair.

Sincere and warm.

"Yes, of course!"

The coffee I should have swallowed flowed down my agape.

The strength emanating from her smile wasn't particularly beautiful, but it inexplicably stirred a forgotten emotion deep within me, making me smile back at her.

"Do you remember everything from before you were adopted?"

"No… I can't think about it!"

"That's forbidden."

Is that so… I see…

Feng Hua's "training"… it was already finished!

"What's wrong?" She waved her hand in front of me, now "normal."

"Your face is so red, is it a new epidemic? Why are all the people I've met like this lately?" She looked puzzled.

"I… I'm fine."

I quickly wiped my face, and in that brief moment, I glanced around warily, noticing that most of the men in the restaurant were looking in my direction. Their abnormally red faces showed they weren't laughing at me for spilling coffee, a realization that made me uncomfortable.

"How was it? Did the experiment work?" She asked nervously, like a student waiting for exam results.

My mind raced, and a smile bloomed on my face.

“Success, a great success!”

“That means…”

“I can assure you, your educator didn’t lie to you.” I said sincerely, “Perhaps I’m an exception, but I still prefer your smile just now.”

“Is that so…” Hearing this, she rested her hands on her chest with relief, revealing a joy as if she had upheld the truth.

“I knew she wouldn’t lie to me.”

“Trust her!” Seeing that it was almost time, I prepared to get up and leave. “I have something to do, so I won’t stay.”

I still felt a little embarrassed that she had treated me.

She didn’t reply, probably reviewing those distorted etiquette rules again!

I didn’t disturb her and left silently.

As I walked out of the teaching building, the moment the sunlight shone in, I seemed to see those men’s piercing gazes again.

Perhaps… I could understand Feng Hua’s thoughts…

However, I didn’t expect that after resolving my troubles with Fei Yue, an even more serious problem would arise that very night!

"Uh, um... this is Fu Xiu, my roommate." The delinquent boy awkwardly introduced his roommate to the beautiful girls sitting in a row on the sofa, but his gaze averted as if stung by a bee the moment it met the pretty landlady.

The landlady was equally hesitant and uneasy.

I naturally crouched on the stairs to peek.

The delinquent boy was indeed true to his word; he promised to introduce the landlady to his roommate yesterday, and he brought someone today—very efficient! Although there was only one.

Without a backpack, he couldn't hold out for long; he couldn't even last a day! I think the delinquent boy probably wanted to retrieve something lost, but was afraid of feeling awkward meeting the landlady, so he brought along a third wheel as a defense!

"Good evening, I'm Neng Yuan's roommate, a member of Firecracker Class Two." The young man named Fu Xiu was polite.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed like a third-year senior, with handsome features, a somewhat ethereal air, incredibly long black hair, and a slender figure; from behind, he would definitely often be mistaken for a girl.

Like a delinquent, he was still wearing his uniform, probably dragged here before he could change. But he remained composed, as if at home, his attitude neither servile nor arrogant towards the seven girls he'd never met before.

"Hello, I'm Feng Hua, welcoming you on behalf of all the members here." Feng Hua seemed to have a good impression of him, extending her hand to shake his.

"Xiao Cheng, they're here to ask you for help with their studies, aren't they? Shouldn't you invite them upstairs?" Fei Yue, oblivious to the situation, added fuel to the fire.

"Well… not necessarily… maybe Neng Yuan just came to pick something up…"

As the pretty landlady forced a smile, Si Ye emerged from the kitchen.

"Huh? But I've already made the tea!"

I exclaimed in surprise!

Was she kidding? She was just sitting on the sofa a moment ago, how could she…? Wasn't that a bit too fast?

The pretty landlady was also taken aback, but since the tea was already prepared, she had no excuse to suggest they leave.

However, she still insisted on defending her territory: "Then... let's discuss our homework in the living room."

"Does it have to be in the living room?" Sama, holding her game box, looked downcast: "I originally wanted to play Monopoly..."

"Xiao Cheng, I'm sorry, could you please make do?" Yin You pleaded, clasping her hands together: "I already promised Sama today!"

"Yes, and our rooms aren't that big, plus one of the light bulbs in the dining room burned out."

Feng Hua seemed to have planned to chime in as well.

The beautiful landlady, forced into this situation, was so anxious she almost stomped her feet, but with guests present, she was afraid they would think she was unwelcome, and she couldn't openly express her unwillingness, so she reluctantly took the tray from Yotsuba.

"It's lavender tea today!" Yotsuba smiled like a saint.

"Yes..." Hearing this, the pressure on the beautiful landlady's shoulders seemed even heavier.

Calm, peaceful, relaxed... the meaning of the flower was quite obvious.

I also hope that the beautiful landlady won't be so agitated tonight!

Having already gone upstairs and hidden themselves, the pretty landlady, already uneasy, led her guests to their room.

The delinquent sat down with his back to the dressing table, Fu Xiu chose to sit to his right, and the pretty landlady carefully sat down opposite him, pouring tea.

Everything went smoothly and peacefully.

No problem, as long as the pretty landlady didn't leave her seat all night, they wouldn't dare to rummage through the drawers in front of their hostess. I think the delinquent should have learned their lesson; last night's tragedy shouldn't repeat itself!

The pretty landlady took out her textbook to teach, but Fu Xiu picked up her cup, sniffed the aroma, and asked,

"Excuse me, do you not have any sugar cubes?"

"Hey, why don't you just drink it!" The delinquent shoved his shoulder, then immediately forced an apologetic smile at the pretty landlady, saying, "Sorry, Xiao Cheng, that's just how he is. Don't pay any attention to his unreasonable demands!"

"...It's okay, I'll go get it!" Perhaps embarrassed to disappoint her guests, the pretty landlady glanced at the two of them, hesitated for a moment, and then got up from her seat.

"I'm really sorry."

The delinquent kept apologizing for his roommate's capriciousness. The pretty landlady simply raised her hand to let him know not to mind. As soon as she left, the delinquent's expression changed immediately, and he asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

"There is indeed a faint demonic aura present." These words immediately made me feel uneasy.

"Sure enough, it was picked up here!" The delinquent looked around the room, indignantly saying,

"So, there really is a demon residing in this room!"

"That's right." Fu Xiu calmly answered while drinking her unsweetened lavender tea.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's subdue it quickly!"

"No need to rush, I want to observe it a little longer."

"Observe what? This is a matter of life and death!" The delinquent almost lost control.

"A monster is a terrifying creature that descends from the ceiling in the dead of night, hangs upside down to the bedside, sucks the life essence of sleeping people, skins the victims to wear, and then uses the remaining bones to make puppets!"

Listening to the delinquent's nonsense, Fu Xiu frowned and looked at him as if he were an alien creature, saying, "What kind of fantasy fairy tale are you reading?"

"The monster encyclopedia on your bookshelf."

The long-haired man was speechless for a long time, and then a sigh replaced the silence: "You, next time you want to read it, at least get my permission first..."

"Never mind that!" Compared to his roommate's calmness, the delinquent was sitting on pins and needles. "Last night you told me that demons would bring disaster to the world. If it stays in this room any longer, I can't even imagine what the consequences will be! If you don't exorcise it soon, Xiao Cheng will be back!"

What... exorcise? So, this time it's specifically targeting me?!

This is really bad. If I hide in the room, won't I be playing right into their hands?

I felt uneasy because I had misjudged Fu Xiu's identity. It turns out that asking for candy was just a smokescreen. His real purpose was to distract the pretty landlady so he could eliminate me.

Looking at the door that was so close yet so far away, I was in grave danger. I hesitated, wondering if I had the ability to escape, but immediately dismissed that foolish idea.

At least, they didn't know I could move.

I took a few small steps back, and my back hit the bedpost. From my cockroach-like perspective, I looked up, searching for a suitable shadowy path to slip away from.

Unfortunately, the legs of the low cabinet, bedside table, and dressing table were all very low; apart from hands and feet, no other part of my body could fit inside. And with such a tiny space under the bed, was it enough to play a game of tag with two ill-intentioned individuals without failing?

I hesitated, when suddenly a hand reached in.

I jumped in fright, dodging to the left, but the hand seemed to have eyes, grabbing at me again. Feeling threatened, I tried to crawl to the other side of the bed, but that strange hand seemed to possess a magnetic force, pulling me forcefully into its palm.

The farther I ran, the stronger the pull became. In the end, I was like being blown away by a Force 10 hurricane, falling into that person's palm as the enemy wished.

Protest! This is a cheat code! This is a secret technique! This is cheating!

The delinquent looked at me, pulled out by Fu Xiu, dumbfounded and blushing, saying, "The monster…

is this it?"

"It moves," Fu Xiu said, seemingly unmoved.

"Of course, it's electric!"

Looking at me, who seemed perfectly normal, the delinquent scrutinized me suspiciously. "Is the demonic energy emanating from this thing?"

"It's somewhat different from ordinary demonic energy; calling it demonic is closer, but it can't guarantee it won't harm the inhabitant. This kind of evil thing should be destroyed as soon as possible to prevent future troubles."

After analyzing, Fu Xiu raised his right palm, about to strike me.

The palm about to strike seemed to have a faint spiritual power attached to its surface. I moved my body in fear, but it was firmly stuck to his hand, unable to move an inch.

"Wait, what are you doing!" The delinquent's expression changed instantly. He stopped the exorcist in time, grabbed my head, and tried to snatch it back. "You can't break it now!"

"Why is that?" Fu Xiu held me firmly below the waist, not letting go. "Didn't you just tell me to exorcise the spirit as soon as possible?"

"As soon as possible doesn't mean now. "

"As soon as possible means the faster the better."

For some reason, the two of them, who were perfectly fine, suddenly turned against each other and started a conflict.

During their tug-of-war, I was in so much pain that my limbs twitched, my body spasmed, and my vision almost rolled back.

"Don't be stubborn with me! If you destroy it, we won't have time to clean up the pieces!" the delinquent explained, but the exorcist refused to let go.

"Don't stop me, we have enough time."

"I said no, and that's final! Who knows if the demonic energy will linger in the room without its vessel? I don't want Xiaocheng to take that risk. We'll take it back, and then you can exorcise it

however you want!" the delinquent persisted. "Don't be so self-centered. Demons aren't as simple as you think. Before we came here, we agreed that I would be in charge." The exorcist's attitude remained firm.

It hurt so much! I really wanted to yell.

Could you please show some mercy, considering I belong to the beautiful landlady? Stop this endless arguing and getting me all dizzy?

Anyway, my body can't take it anymore. If you really dislike me that much, don't make me suffer for so long. I'll just kill myself for you, okay?

"It was agreed that you would be in charge, but Xiao Cheng's safety is the top priority!"

Damn it, still arguing!

"Stop being unreasonable!"

You shut up too!

"You should be more considerate of the occasion and be reasonable. Hurry up and give me the things..."

"Clang!"

The sudden sound of shattering glass prevented the delinquent from finishing his sentence. He looked towards the door in panic, only to find the beautiful landlady standing there, the sugar jar in her hand smashed on the ground. The sugar cubes broke into small pieces and shattered into powder, mixing with the glass shards, sparkling and beautiful like white sand shimmering in the moonlight.

But no one was in the mood to appreciate this; their focus was entirely on the even more appalling behavior.

Two men were fighting over an electric vibrator in a girls' dormitory, and the landlady happened to witness it. Such a misunderstanding can't be explained in a mere 100,000 words—and that would require the landlady to listen.

Unlike the composed and unperturbed exorcist, the delinquent's face turned a deep shade of liver as he waved his hands, desperately trying to explain: "Xiao Cheng, things are absolutely, absolutely not what you think!"

How could you possibly know what he was thinking!

The swaying in mid-air made me dizzy.

Like a hypnotist chasing a moving object, the beautiful landlady stared speechlessly at the delinquent's right hand; his futile excuses seemed unable to penetrate her ears.

It wasn't until the delinquent looked down and realized that I, which he had snatched from his roommate's hand, was still in his grasp that he abruptly and violently flung me away.

I rolled several times on the floor, crashing headfirst into the dressing table, almost screaming in pain!

After throwing away the "evidence," the delinquent's tone became urgent and loud, but what reached my ears was just a terrifying, distorted mess of sounds.

Although the pretty landlady didn't scream, the girls downstairs weren't deaf. Two days in a row of broken cups and jars—it would be suspicious if they didn't suspect something!

"Why did you break the candy jar again?" Feng Hua asked from the bottom of the stairs, followed by several more footsteps approaching.

Perhaps afraid that the girls would come upstairs and embarrass the pretty landlady, the delinquent resolutely abandoned his explanation, grabbed his roommate who was trying to deliver the fatal blow to me, and forcefully rushed downstairs. As he passed the girls, I heard Feng Hua ask a few questions about what was happening upstairs, but the delinquent kept his lips tightly shut and refused to answer.

Although the meeting ended badly, the beautiful landlady still maintained her composure and went downstairs to see the guests off. Whether the embarrassed guests would wait for her was another matter entirely!

Although I wasn't the one who caused the trouble this time, the original sin of being the culprit still made me touch my nose and tighten my skin. On one hand, I prayed for the beautiful landlady's rationality, and on the other hand, I played the role of a model male servant, cleaning the room in an attempt to make amends for my sins.

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