"Qingyu, what's wrong?"
Jiang Er's voice sounded through An Qingyu's headphones, but he could barely hear her now. He clutched his head with both hands, curling up painfully in his wheelchair as if his skull were splitting apart!
"Qingyu." Lin Qiye rushed to An Qingyu's side and swept his body with Mental Power, but found no physiological abnormalities. His brow immediately furrowed. "Soul-related aftereffects again?"
"I... I'm fine..."
An Qingyu gritted his teeth and spoke hoarsely. "Just... a headache... It'll be better soon... Don't worry about me."
Lin Qiye's expression turned exceedingly grim.
He had been perfectly fine just a second ago, so why had the headaches suddenly started again?
Most importantly, at this exact moment, Lin Qiye had sensed the aura of Mi Go again... and this time, there was far more than one!
"Qiye, go quickly. I'll take care of Qingyu," Jiang Er said solemnly.
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. "If his condition worsens, contact me directly through the communicator."
"Okay."
Lin Qiye turned into a streak of night and swiftly vanished from where he stood. At the same time, he dialed a number.
"Chen Han, they're back..."
Shangjing University, Kendo Club.
"Morning, Senior."
"Mm."
"Morning, Senior Lu Menglei... Huh? Senior, are you wearing makeup today?"
"That's unusual. Is there some big event tonight?"
Several Kendo Club members entered the training hall and saw Lu Menglei, already dressed in her kendo uniform and practicing off to one side. They asked in surprise.
Usually, Lu Menglei found makeup too troublesome. With that time, she would rather get up half an hour earlier and run two more laps around the track. Unless the occasion absolutely required makeup, she was almost never seen wearing it.
Lu Menglei's hand paused around her Bamboo Sword. Then she shot