"Your language talent is somewhat beyond my expectations."
"Most people would get nervous just standing here."
"After today, the next time we see each other will probably be at the gala."
Lin Qingyu turned around, set down the script in her hand, and smiled at Xia Yan.
Her makeup today was not overly heavy, but a light, natural look. Her slightly pink lips formed a subtle contrast with her fair, delicate face, and under the lights, she looked exceptionally otherworldly.
Xia Yan naturally understood what Lin Qingyu meant. "You flatter me, Senior. If you ever need anything, I'll make time no matter how busy I am."
He still wore his gentle smile, as if he treated everyone that way.
It was nothing more than ordinary polite small talk.
"How about having lunch with me this afternoon?"
"This afternoon..." A trace of hesitation flashed through Xia Yan's eyes. Clearly, he did not want to have too much contact with this highly skilled senior.
But he was currently Xia Yan, the "socially successful" type, and had to maintain the proper relationship.
Before he could finish, Lin Qingyu interrupted him with a light laugh.
"I was only joking. You freshmen must be very busy lately, right?"
"We'll talk about it after the orientation gala is over."
"Then I'll head back first."
"I had a pleasant time today."
There was no disappointment on Lin Qingyu's face. Like Xia Yan, she wore a faint smile, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
"Goodbye, Sen..."
"Ah!"
Xia Yan had just breathed a sigh of relief and was preparing to go check on Hua Xin and the others when his pupils suddenly contracted. His body instinctively moved.
A faint, alluring fragrance filled his nose. Xia Yan did not take advantage of the situation, quickly separating the two from their intimate position.
His hand silently withdrew from Lin Qingyu's waist and instead supported her arm.
"Sorry, I'm not used to wearing high heels... I had planned to try them beforehand today."
Lin Qingyu furrowed her brows tightly and forced herself upright, speaking with some annoyance.
"Can you walk on your own?"
Xia Yan continued supporting her and asked with concern.
If he had raised his gaze just a little higher, he would have seen a deep, sinful abyss.
(As a true gentleman, Xia Yan did not look.)
"I should be fine..." As she spoke, Lin Qingyu took another step forward, but still nearly fell. Her voice was exceptionally resolute yet pitiful.
"Looks like it's serious... I'll take you back."
"It wouldn't be good if you sprained it a second time."
A faint flicker passed through his eyes as Xia Yan asked.
"Then I'll trouble you, Xia Yan."
Lin Qingyu did not call him Junior, but imperceptibly began addressing him by name. With the corners of her lips slightly pursed, she slowly walked off the stage with Xia Yan supporting her.
"Dormitory Four is a little far..."
"It's fine, Senior. My motorcycle is still outside."
Xia Yan seemed not to notice the startled look in Lin Qingyu's eyes, continuing to smile gently (with a sinister undertone).
Did he look that easy to fool?
"See it clearly now?"
"..." (First gut him, then disembowel him??...)
"Believe it now?"
"..." (First behead him, then pull out his tendons??...)
"The eyes of the masses are sharp. How could she have sprained her ankle so coincidentally? And how could she have happened to embrace him right after turning around? Brother Yan is really dishonest..."
"If they're dating, then just date. Why hide it?"
"Sigh... Bitter wine enters the throat, and the heart aches."
As he spoke, Mu Feng picked up the remaining cola and gulped it down.
Faced with the intimate interaction between Lin Qingyu and Xia Yan, Hua Xin did not have any particular thoughts.
At most, she merely felt a little awkward inside.
Because compared with watching Xia Yan and Lin Qingyu act all lovey-dovey, she had something more important to deal with now.
"An emergency. Wait for me!" Looking at the message Xia Yan had just sent, the girl expressionlessly turned off her phone screen and put it back into her pocket.
"Shall we leave too?"
"Brother Hua, could you at least say something to me..."
"Xiang Guan got lured away by a single message from the White Bone Demon, and Brother Yan went off to enjoy himself with a beauty. Why are the two of us still sitting here..."
(Yeah, it's just the two of us now, huh??)
(This really is a heaven-sent opportunity.)
Mu Feng sprawled across his seat, idly scrolling through his phone and wailing.
"The restroom."
"Hm?"
Mu Feng suddenly straightened up and stared seriously at the girl, who had already stood up with her backpack on.
"You finally spoke to me! I'll take you there right now, Brother Hua."
"Good brothers are supposed to use the restroom together. Let's see who can piss higher!??"
With that, Mu Feng stood up on his own and led the way, seeming delighted that Hua Xin had suddenly spoken.
(Sure. Let's see how high your blood can spray??.)
(Don't worry, it won't hurt much??.)
It was as though the girl had been possessed by some ghost. Mu Feng's figure filled her eyes, and every part of his body seemed to have been carefully labeled, like Iron Man's assistant, JARVIS.
Kidneys, barbecue.
Heart, stir-fried.
Lungs... lung slices???
They went down from the audience seats and, after passing through a gate, soon arrived at the men's restroom.
Since most of the people coming to rehearse were girls and there were very few boys, the normally smoky, footprint-covered toilet was unusually clean.
"Huh?"
"Brother Hua, aren't you going to compete with me?"
Watching the girl enter the first stall, Mu Feng stood blankly in front of the urinal at the very end.
He even stopped in the middle of undoing his belt.
"Come on, we're both men. What are you shy about..."
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Mu Feng hummed a tune as he relaxed comfortably.
The stream sometimes rose, sometimes fell, and sometimes squeezed out a couple of spurts.
Inside the stall, Hua Xin switched her phone to recording mode, then slowly came out with her backpack??
She had to hear Mu Feng personally admit that he had skipped out on paying!??
For the hard-earned money that had originally belonged to her... she could abandon all her social anxiety and fear.??
"Click."
"Hm?"
Mu Feng shook his thing and turned around in confusion, wondering why the restroom door, which had been wide open just moments ago, had inexplicably closed.
Hadn't it been left open when they came in...
??
"Clang." A Phillips-head screwdriver accidentally fell to the ground, its sound slowly echoing through the quiet place.
"Plop." A utility knife stained with a little dried red liquid glinted coldly as it fell to the ground as well.
Hua Xin gently set down her backpack. Yet in her fair little hand, she now carried a rather large hammer, which, combined with the clothes she was wearing...
Mu Feng: ??????
"Brother Hua?"
"Brother Hua??..."
One step, two steps??.
One step, two steps????.
"Brother Hua, what's wrong? Don't scare me, Brother Hua??."
"We're good brothers, aren't we??."
With a thud, Mu Feng's freshly pulled-up pants had not even been fastened with the butterfly knot essential to every handsome man when his legs went weak and he plopped down on the floor. Both hands desperately grabbed the windowsill above him.
Cold sweat poured down his face as he looked at Hua Xin in front of him: a pair of post-apocalyptic-style cargo pants, a masked hooded outfit that concealed her face, and oversized shoes that clattered against the floor. She held a hammer and forced an ugly smile.
"I've got a mosquito on me, right???"
"Brother Hua, you don't have to trouble yourself. I can do it myself..."
??
Mu Feng seemed to see a pair of scarlet eyes beneath the hood, and he became even more frightened, holding his breath.
I'll do a sliding tackle. One sliding tackle... One sliding tackle and I can win...
"Think carefully."
"What have you done?"
Hua Xin spoke to him in a hoarse, icy voice, then slowly raised the hammer.??
What the hell am I sliding into?? I'm Skinny Dog, and she has a weapon!??
Wait, what did I do? What did I do? What the hell did I do, aaaaah???
He had no grudge whatsoever against Hua Xin!
"I-I diluted Xiang Guan's body wash with water.??"
(My money??... My three hundred yuan...)
"I sent cosers private messages on Douyin calling them 'wife.'??"
(My money... Give it back??...??)
"I... I put an extra half jar of peanut butter in the mixed noodles at Sha County Snacks??..."
At that moment, the flat, weighty side of the hammer reached its highest point, its reflection appearing in Mu Feng's eyes.
Hua Xin took another step forward. The hammer above her head looked as though it would come crashing down the next moment.
Suddenly, Mu Feng raised his arms over his head and shouted in a tearful voice:
"I stayed up late last night masturbating, then threw the tissue under Xiang Guan's bed??! I've broken my vow! I'll never dare do it again, aaaaaaaaaah????????????????"
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