If it hadn't been for that title, Zhao Bai would have been happier.
Midsummer had arrived.
It was a boring day. After bidding Fu Hua farewell, Zhao Bai wrapped up one of Cup Snake's published books, mounted his motorcycle, and flew away from St. Freya Academy, accompanied only by the Xuanyuan Sword.
A stirring mafia novel whose protagonist was still alive in this world.
Zhao Bai wanted to deliver a copy to him.
After arriving in the city, Zhao Bai parked his motorcycle and asked around for information about a high school student named Qing Ye, but found nothing.
Of course. In the daytime world, he was merely an ordinary high school student.
A few months ago, Qing Ye had voluntarily given up his identity in the night. Now, only his legend still echoed through the underground world.
Zhao Bai wasn't impatient and searched everywhere with the Xuanyuan Sword.
He found nothing.
There was a slight turn in events.
Zhao Bai ran into a taxi driver. Upon hearing that they were asking about Qing Ye, the man enthusiastically approached and said he knew where he was.
"You know?"
The man patted his chest, a trace of pride in his expression.
The answer was obvious.
Naturally, there was a price. Zhao Bai was forced to get into the taxi and ride around the city three full times before they finally reached a wilderness. There was nothing here—not even old men herding cattle would come to a place like this.
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Bai asked in confusion, only to receive a mysterious smile from the taxi driver.
"About a month ago, early one morning, Boss Qing Ye had found a school and was carrying a handbag, planning to repeat his studies. But the taxi didn't take him to the