Brave, Brave, My Friend????‍????????

The imagined Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique did not leave him bleeding from a smashed head.

Instead, a phone screen that was still recording appeared right in front of Mu Feng.

"?"

Why doesn't it hurt?

Mu Feng raised his head in confusion.

On the phone, the conspicuous words "paid gamer" beneath the WeChat avatar seemed to tell the tale of a girl's hardships and bitterness, while the hammer in her hand represented justice and execution.

Their combination seemed to form the Great Memory Restoration Technique??.

"Give me back... my hard-earned money!!!"

The girl said furiously, and the hammer in her hand moved with her words.

"..."

??????

He remembered. He remembered everything! It all came back—he remembered everything!

How could there be such a coincidence in this world? He had never dreamed that he might be solo-killed offline. Hadn't they agreed to simply make a happy escape????...

Mu Feng shakily took out his phone and entered a string of numbers with trembling fingers. He had never pressed his thumb against the screen so quickly, using fingerprint payment.

"Ding! Four hundred yuan received via WeChat."

When Hua Xin saw her balance of 8.37 suddenly increase by four hundred yuan, the red glow in her eyes faded, returning to their usual color. The tiny universe that had erupted over her hard-earned money also dissipated.

(There's money now??...)

(I can buy rice?? To eat...)

(Pork-rib soup poured over rice... hehehe??...)

The girl's eyes seemed to burst with dazzling light, and she could not hide her delight. Seeing the balance, she almost could not resist hugging her phone and spinning around twice on the spot.

Hua Xin: ovo (happy).

"Brother Hua, I was wrong."

"Can you put down the hammer and talk... I've already paid you."

Mu Feng huddled on the ground, so grief-stricken he looked like a young wife who had been violated??.

"Uh..."

The girl took two steps back, somewhat unable to react.

Who am I.??

Where am I???

Why is the thing in my hand so heavy...

She lowered her head slightly and saw a hammer firmly held in her right hand, ready to spring into action at any moment and administer the Great Memory Restoration Technique to her enemy.

Huh?

Without showing anything on her face, Hua Xin turned around, picked up the scattered screwdrivers and the utility knife carrying a faint instant-noodle scent, then avoided the plastic bag containing the food and hurriedly stuffed everything, hammer included, into her backpack.

Run run run run run run run run??...

No matter how panicked she felt, she still had to calmly slip away.

"Hold it!!"

A powerful voice came from behind. Hua Xin's movements paused as she pulled open the door, but then she did not hesitate. She immediately sprinted away at full speed.

Hold it?

What a joke!

Was she supposed to stop and wait to be counter-killed?!

The transformation times for Kamen Rider and Ultraman had already passed, just like the difference between Pineapple Battle Treasure and Pineapple Blizzard! In her current state, forget wielding a hammer—she did not even have the courage to stand in front of Mu Feng.

She had the money! So she ran!??

(Be brave, brave, my friend????.)

(Even if there's no rainbow tomorrow??.)

(The sun will always come after the storm~)

With her backpack on her back and her head lowered, the girl ran desperately, turning left and right.

Just as Hua Xin was about to run out of strength and was preparing to stop and see where she was, a sudden howl like a ghost and wolf came from behind.

"Brother Hua! Listen to me!"

"There's a--mis--un--der--stand--ing between us!"

Mu Feng ran while fastening his belt around his waist. Two damp patches had already appeared on the seat of his snow-white casual pants. He had sat directly on the ground earlier, and the still-wet pavement had soaked his trousers.

But there was something more important than worrying about his appearance.

After Hua Xin had run off, Mu Feng belatedly remembered that he had seen a recording icon on her phone just now. In other words, all the bad things he had done had been recorded.??

It would be fine if Xiang Guan or Xia Yan heard it... but if Hua Xin, in a fit of anger, posted it on the campus gossip wall...

His life would be ruined!!!????

His lifelong reputation and four years of dating rights were about to slip away just like that!!??

Therefore, he absolutely had to stop it from happening.

(Run, run, run, run, run...)

(There's a witch chasing me from behind??...)

Hua Xin's stamina was already pitifully weak, yet she somehow forced herself to draw upon hidden potential and burst into an unprecedented escape speed, as though she had unleashed the Blue Butterfly Cloud-Crossing Body Movement Technique??...

"Brother Hua, wai—!"

(Heh heh, Flash, you can't catch me...)

Pleased by the astonished cries behind her, the girl unconsciously quickened her pace even more... Bang!... Ugh, ah!

Hua Xin:

The sharp pain from her head instantly made Hua Xin stand bolt upright. Countless stars and snowflakes seemed to appear before her eyes, obscuring the wide pillar ahead.

Huh?

Why do I feel like I can see my 2D wives waving at me...

Hehe??... My Chang Li, my Violet...

The false illusion still could not withstand the pain that surged in like a tide, and tears ungracefully flowed down her face.

It hurts, ahhhhhhhhhh, sob sob?? I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die??...

Hua Xin crouched on the ground with both hands over her head, her body twisting wildly as she desperately suppressed any sobs from escaping her throat. In reality, her tears had already soaked her mask.

Mu Feng stopped beside the girl, panting heavily. With his hands on his hips, he gasped anxiously.

"Brother Hua."

"Are you still alive?"

"Don't scare me. If you're dead, what am I supposed to do??."

The audience seats, still very close to the stage.

Xia Yan walked in through the entrance.

Luckily, he had ridden a motorcycle to pick up and drop off Hua Xin... Otherwise, how long would it have taken to support that woman all the way to the girls' dormitory?

Xia Yan bet that Lin Qingyu had immediately recovered after going upstairs.

Based on his extensive experience admiring phone wallpapers, he could tell at a glance (confidently).

She had shown no sign of spraining her ankle at all. This had been a trap from beginning to end.

Sure enough, high-level women were difficult to deal with.

He sighed softly, then remembered that Hua Xin had been spending so much time with Mu Feng and Xiang Guan, which made him feel slightly better.

They should have become friends by now, right?

"Brother Yan!"

Mu Feng greeted him with an entirely normal expression, though his eyes never left his phone screen for even a moment.

Hua Xin, meanwhile, sat off to the side with one hand covering her head, also looking at her phone.

"Where's Xiang Guan?"

Xia Yan asked in confusion.

"He went to beat up the White Bone Demon. Don't worry about him."

He nodded, walked over to the girl, and said softly, "Should I take you home?"

Hua Xin silently nodded.

"Then I'll take Hua Hua home first. Mu Feng, do as you please."

"Okay."

Unusually, Mu Feng did not joke around. He continued looking down and typing a reply, but Xia Yan did not notice anything strange.

"Why are you covering your head?"

"A mosquito bit me."

The girl answered casually, though in reality the pain had twisted her face.

But after she climbed onto the motorcycle, she frowned.

A woman's perfume was especially strong on Xia Yan, covering up the pleasant scent he usually carried.

(Heh... What a scumbag????.)

(Just wait until I uncover your true nature??...)

From the audience seats, Mu Feng quietly watched the two figures disappear. Then he looked at the message Hua Xin had sent him. As if he had made some kind of decision, he raised his head forty-five degrees toward the ceiling.

"Don't blame me, Brother Yan (melancholy)."

"As brothers, we keep each other in our hearts????."

"I absolutely won't betray you??. (guilty)"