The same door was opened, yet some people could say, "If I can never see you again, then good morning, good afternoon, and good night."
And some people...
were like an adorable moe girl who had secretly put on her boyfriend's clothes??.
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Hua Xin stepped into a pair of old sneakers whose soles had gone completely white. Her pure-black sweatpants and hoodie had easily absorbed the sun's essence, leaving none of it willing to escape. With her mask on and her bangs hanging down, there was no way to make out her features.
The pant legs had clearly been cut down, with loose threads dangling around her shoes. The hem of the oversized hoodie almost reached her knees.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was some new abstract-outfit influencer on par with Erwa.
What am I afraid of...? I've already been through something even more terrifying... (trembling voice)...
The sight of the bull flying away was still fresh in her memory.
Hua Xin stared at the stairs in silence, one hand gripping the railing. She steeled herself, closed her eyes, and extended one foot, intending to walk down.
"Click."
She suddenly felt her foot lighten.
Uh... Did my shoe fall off??
With her backpack on, the girl gave up and put her shoe back on before continuing downstairs. The oversized heel clattered against each step.
Hua Xin's home was on the second floor, and no one lived above or below her.
That was why she was still alive despite often roaring and wailing in the middle of the night.
Her moment of resignation had worked surprisingly well.
The girl lowered her head and walked forward as if resigned to her fate, relying only on instinct. She didn't make a sound.
Her eyes, hidden beneath her hair, had long since been veiled by a layer of mist, as though she might burst into tears at any moment.
After the bull left home, her height had shrunk by more than ten centimeters. She had only discovered that morning, when getting dressed, that all her old clothes and shoes were far too big. There was simply no way to wear them??.
On top of that, Hua Xin couldn't bear to spend money on clothes... She had even replaced her bra with strips of cloth and Band-Aids??.
The girl silently raised her middle finger at the sun????.
It was just hidden inside her oversized sleeve.
"I'm coming back. Hurry up and conquer Earth, my lord. Save me, my lord. Humanity can't live without you. When you arrive, I'll be the first to surrender??..."
Hua Xin wandered toward the gate, her mind somewhere else entirely (in a daze).
"Sir, I'm really not a food-delivery driver."
Xia Yan took off his helmet, revealing his handsome face and slightly curly, tousled hair.
He helplessly looked at the old security guard standing before him with a long whip in hand.
The old man glared at him and said, "I told you already. If you're delivering food, you gotta use the side gate. You can't get through the main gate!"
"Sir, I'm not wearing a delivery uniform. I'm waiting for someone."
"I told you already. If you're delivering food, you gotta use the side gate. You can't get through the main gate!"
"No... Sir..."
"I told you already. If you're delivering food, you gotta use the side gate. You can't get through the main gate!"
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"I told you already. If you're delivering food, you gotta use the side gate. You can't get through the main gate!"
Xia Yan's mouth twitched as he silently took two steps back (?? frightened).
Did he trigger an AI keyword?
Could there really be impostors in this world?
Seeing that the young man before him remained stubbornly misguided, the old security guard swung his long whip, smacking it against the ground with a crack.
"I told you already. If you're delivering food, you gotta use the side gate. You can't get through the main gate!"
With that, the old man expertly began waving the whip, trying to display his formidable skill and scare Xia Yan away.
Suddenly, he misjudged the force. Xia Yan heard a crisp smack against flesh.
It sounded rather familiar. He often heard that sound while watching One Piece??...
Uh... No.
Xia Yan was just about to go help the old man, whose face had twisted in pain, when he saw him continue to stand at attention, straighten his back, and shout at him:
"I told you already. If you're delivering food, you gotta use the side gate. You can't get through the main gate... Hiss (features contorted)... You can't... Huh, where'd he go?"
Flash step??
"You're Hua Xin, right?"
Xia Yan stopped a short distance in front of Hua Xin with a gentle smile on his face.
He recognized her at a glance.
The girl before him was dressed strangely, in ill-fitting and very old clothes. Not a single inch of skin was exposed, and he couldn't make out her features.
Yet there was no mockery or disdain in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with concern.
Hearing his voice, Hua Xin instinctively took a step back, not daring to lift her head.
(Who-who-who-who-who is talking to me???)
(Where's my hammer??)
(I'll smash you to death, I'll smash you to death, I'll smash you to death??...)
Back to reality.
Hua Xin hugged the schoolbag against her chest and gave a tiny nod. In her mind, however, she was calculating how to quickly pull out her hammer and strike her opponent accurately in the head for an instant kill.
"Well, let me introduce myself first. My name is Xia Yan. I'm your Class Monitor. It's a shame we couldn't become roommates, but I was worried you might get lost on your first day, so I figured I'd come pick you up."
Xia Yan spoke gently, deliberately slowing his pace so he wouldn't frighten the poor girl before him.
"I'm a good person. You can trust me. If you're worried, you can ask Director Li to verify it first. Just hurry, okay? Classes start in half an hour."
(Heh heh, villains always say they're good people.)
(Do I look that easy to fool?!)
(I'll rush up with a sliding tackle, and then...)
Hua Xin silently nodded again.
A hint of amusement appeared in Xia Yan's eyes. What do you know? She'd already taken the most difficult first step.
He would help her.
It felt just like helping his former self.
Xia Yan then handed the girl a helmet and considerately placed it in front of her schoolbag.
Don't be forceful. Don't be impatient. Maintain a certain distance and let her make each choice herself.
That was what Xia Yan had concluded was the key to becoming friends with Hua Xin.
(He's not going to kidnap me, is he??)
(There are three-month-old fresh dumplings in the freezer?? I'm still planning to eat them during National Day in a couple of days??)
Though she was terrified inside, her body seemed to have a will of its own and accepted the helmet.
(She can't refuse people in public??)
With her sleeves hanging down around arms that were only half exposed, she stood there holding the helmet, at a loss (teary-eyed).
Xia Yan smiled and gently put the helmet on Hua Xin.
He then reached out and took hold of her drooping sleeve, giving her a little pull so she would follow him.
Every one of Xia Yan's movements was gentle.
But the girl didn't seem to notice anything. Her brain was like egg whites beaten into a bowl of noodle soup—a complete mess.
The formerly domineering demon girl had become nothing more than a pitiful little creature who could only nod along.
(Save me, save me, save me????)
Hua Xin sobbed for help in her heart, but her feet still moved forward of their own accord.
It was only after she muddleheadedly followed Xia Yan onto the motorcycle that she belatedly realized what had happened.
Wait...
How did I get on the motorcycle???
Where's my bag? My hammer???
"Hold on tight," Xia Yan gently reminded the girl.
Huh?
A powerful force of acceleration made Hua Xin instinctively clutch the clothes of the person in front of her through his sleeve.
(Screaming loudly inside)
(Hiding in her hood and shedding tears)
The motorcycle's rumble and the rushing wind left Hua Xin utterly dazed.
The girl resigned herself to her fate and thought, "Is he in such a hurry because he wants to sell me off as quickly as possible????"
"I do this every day. My kidneys aren't worth anything????"
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