Arena-Monsters with Nothing Better to Do

The morning sunlight spilled into the bedroom, its warmth making it especially hard to get out of bed. But because someone kept fussing with my head, I groggily opened my eyes and found that the girl beside me had woken up before I had. She was busy plucking hairs from my head to weave Chinese knotting.

Oh, right... what happened last night. That sudden yet, in retrospect, perfectly logical evil incident caused by this scatterbrained girl's absurd reasons and way of doing things.

Even now, whenever I thought about Qian Qian's logic, my liver hurt—along with my waist.

"Say, does my hair have some kind of grudge against you?"

Seeing that I was awake, Qian Qian showed no intention of stopping. She remained sprawled across the bed, weaving her Chinese knot, occasionally yanking out a couple hairs of suitable length from my head. I had to say, it was an astonishingly difficult task. Not everyone could make handicrafts out of such short hair. Every one of this girl's interests was so random and utterly incomprehensible.

"A Jun, morning." Qian Qian finally spared my hair. She turned and flashed me an unprecedentedly brilliant smile, then planted a kiss on my cheek. "Don't want to move."

I smiled and pressed Qian Qian's head against my chest, feeling the soft warmth against me. My heart brimmed with emotion. Back then, that crazy loli who used to shoot out the teacher's windows with slingshots alongside me had somehow grown to a B+ in the blink of an eye... Though why did using this to lament the passage of time feel a little wrong?

"What are you smiling about?" I noticed that Qian Qian had a strange smile on her lips, and every now and then she even giggled foolishly to herself. Unable to contain