My Dearest Master

Purely in terms of intelligence, I'm definitely no match for Chen Xiaoqiu, just like someone can score a hundred on a test while another can only get ninety. I don't feel inferior or jealous about it.

Ye Qing choosing to trick me and cooperate with Chen Xiaoqiu might be because I'm easier to fool. To put it more nicely, he wasn't confident he could fool Chen Xiaoqiu, so he had to choose honest cooperation.

Chen Xiaoqiu didn't commit to anything, instead asking me, "What did Ye Qing mean by what he said earlier?"

I had no choice but to recount my previous conversation with Ye Qing.

"Oh. So, he tricked you once, which led to all these events today?" Chen Xiaoqiu said.

That wasn't wrong, but without that lighter, Chen Xiaoqiu might be dead by now. And after that, my sister might have died in the teaching building, and many others might have died because of it.

Of course, it's also possible that without me, another Zhang Qi or Wang Qi would have appeared and resolved those supernatural events.

This is why I can't entirely blame Ye Qing.

"I understand. I'll be careful when we get to Huixiang," Chen Xiaoqiu said.

She was driving.

I placed the cardboard box that made me uncomfortable into Chen Xiaoqiu's trunk.

Chen Xiaoqiu drove me home before preparing to leave.

She also reminded me about the zongzi I had left in her car earlier; I almost forgot them.

My parents and sister were very happy when I brought the zongzi home.

"Then we'll have this zongzi for breakfast tomorrow. What filling do you want?" Mom asked my sister directly.

My sister chose red bean zongzi.

We had dinner together harmoniously.

But when I was alone in my bedroom, that good mood vanished.

Ye Qing's