"There is..."
Faced with this incomprehensible change, Media seemed to have stopped thinking altogether.
One second, they were chatting and laughing; the next, he had a knife at her throat.
Were men all this fickle?
But no matter what, the chill against her neck was real. So when Fu Qian asked his question, she answered instinctively.
"Very good. A high-quality single female guest!"
Fu Qian offered his assessment with a perfectly serious expression, while dragging the expensive chef's knife around her neck.
"Go start the car."
"...Okay."
The blade hadn't cut through the skin, but goosebumps still rose on Media's neck.
She was still a student, but his hand hadn't trembled once. There was no doubt he could bring the knife down at any moment.
For a while, Media didn't dare object to Fu Qian's demand.
"Nice car."
With Media leading the way in a state of terror, they soon left the house and got into a bright yellow car in the garage.
"It's... all right."
At Fu Qian's compliment, Media managed a stiff smile.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself a little.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere remote."
Fu Qian said with a cheerful smile.
Somewhere remote...
"What are you planning to do?"
Whatever she'd imagined made Media tense up at once, her voice turning shrill.
"You're getting the wrong idea."
"No... I'm not thinking about that."
"Exactly. So you got the wrong idea."
"Keep driving straight. Don't stop unless I say so."
For the sake of driving safely, Fu Qian didn't want to scare Media too badly.
He toyed with the chef's knife, took his eyes off Media, and gazed ahead, deep in thought.
The school had reacted so quickly. It would be absurdly slow-witted not to realize they were targeting him.
It