He looked only sixteen or seventeen. Lin Yan remembered that when he first entered the first world, he had only been fifteen. Perhaps to match the passage of time in the real world—after all, he was already in his twenties there—Lin Yan now looked twenty-seven. In other words, perhaps several years had already passed in the real world. Who knew what would happen to someone who had disappeared for years?
His phone suddenly rang, and Lin Yan answered it.
"Hello?"
"Ah, good morning—"
"Do you need something?"
"Ah, you still remember me—what an honor!"
"Listen when people are talking!"
"Ahahaha!"
"You... where are you now?"
"Outside... your door. It's my job! Let me make this clear first: I'm not a stalker. If I were going to stalk someone, I'd stalk girls—I wanted to continue talking about yesterday. If possible, can you let me in? Sitting here makes me look incredibly suspicious. I'll probably get reported soon."
When Lin Yan opened the door, he saw Yoru Akatsuki.
So he said,
"Alright, alright. It's not convenient to talk here. Get inside. What's with that cardboard box?"
Yoru Akatsuki held a cardboard box that seemed to contain quite a lot of things. Lin Yan asked expressionlessly as he lounged on the sofa.
Yoru Akatsuki did not stand on ceremony and sat down on the floor cushion.
"Oh, it has high school uniforms, textbooks, and a bunch of other things inside. Ah, if you're willing to help me carry one, I'd be grateful. It's a little heavy."
Lin Yan took an informational brochure.
Qingye High School—a private university-affiliated high school renowned throughout the city and beyond.
"...That concludes the explanation. This is the high school you'll be attending from now on. Do you have any questions?"
"...No... nothing in particular... If you have questions,