Far Too Many Coincidences Not to Suspect Something
On the official road back to Heaven Dou City.
The horse-drawn carriage wheels creaked and groaned as they rolled over the wheels.
Liu Erlong rode a temperamental chestnut horse at the head of the procession.
Her dark red outfit accentuated her sleek and sharp figure, and her long hair was tied high in a ponytail, swinging back and forth with the swaying of the horse's back.
"Mother Tyrannosaurus."
Lin Qingmo leaned back in the carriage, staring at the fiery red figure through the window, and those three words silently popped into his mind.
In the original novel, Liu Erlong did indeed have the nickname "Mother Tyrannosaurus," and it wasn't given to her for nothing.
Therefore, Liu Erlong is most likely the Mother Tyrannosaurus Sister Dragon" in the Chat Group.
He then shifted his gaze to the other side of the carriage.
Xiao Wu was dozing off next to him.
The long Scorpion Tail braid hung down from her shoulder, swaying gently with the rhythm of the carriage's bumps.
She was half asleep, with a glistening drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.
Her whole face was buried in his arms, with only half of her rosy cheeks showing.
"Rogue Rabbit."
Lin Qingmo almost couldn't hold back his smile.
In the original Douluo Continent novel, Xiao Wu does not have this title.
But those silly netizens in the past gave Xiao Wu this nickname: the 100,000-year-old Rogue Rabbit.
Given that Hu Liena has a nickname of "Little White-Eyed Wolf".
The A Rogue Rabbit " in the Chat Group could also be Xiao Wu.
He just had some doubts.
I've spent the most time with Xiao Wu recently, but I haven't seen anything about her.
Was she hiding it too well? Or was she not even a member of the Chat Group?
Lin Qingmo looked at Ning Rongrong thoughtfully.
She was idly fiddling with her pile of gems.
"Little Witch."
Ning Rongrong is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
From the beards of sect elders to the vegetable baskets of kitchen aunties, there's nothing she doesn't cause trouble.
Unfortunately, the sect leader, Ning Fengzhi, doted on her terribly, and her two grandfathers, who held titles, also treated her like the apple of their eye. As a result, no one in the entire sect dared to discipline her.
She was already known as the Little Witch before Shrek.
Therefore, this nickname suits her very well.
My gaze shifted again, landing on the farthest corner of the carriage.
Zhu Zhuqing sat there quietly, her back ramrod straight like a javelin.
With both hands neatly placed on his knees, his posture was even more perfect than the demonstrations in aristocratic etiquette classes.
Her cold, beautiful face was expressionless; her brows and eyes were as aloof as icicles in the dead of winter.
But Lin Qingmo's gaze involuntarily slid down an inch.
The breathtaking curve of her chest couldn't be concealed even by the loosest Academy uniform.
"Big-Breasted Kitty... it really is very big."
Lin Qingmo gave an objective evaluation in his mind, then quickly looked away.
He then realized that his idea was really inappropriate and forcibly cut off any further thoughts.
Finally, his gaze settled on Dugu Yan.
"Yanzi."
The way I addressed her came naturally from my heart.
He calls her that every day, it's become muscle memory for him.
Dugu Yan was looking down at the patterns on her cuffs, her long, emerald-green hair hanging down from her ears, obscuring most of her face.
But Lin Qingmo noticed that her earlobes were flushed with a very faint pink, as if she had sensed his gaze.
Lin Qingmo withdrew his gaze.
I ran through the faces of these people in my mind.
He went over the nicknames he had given them again, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.
The correspondence between this nickname and the original work is too coincidental.
Of course, the most special one is Liu Erlong.
"According to the original timeline, Liu Erlong should be serving as the dean of the Blue Tyrant Academy right now."
"I had absolutely no connection with her before, we had no interaction whatsoever, and we had no relationship whatsoever. Why would she give up her perfectly good position as dean and voluntarily come to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy to be an ordinary lecturer?"
A single coincidence can be explained by probability,
When a bunch of coincidences happen in quick succession, then they are no longer coincidences.
These illogical fragments rapidly pieced together in his mind, like threads weaving a net, gradually revealing a clear outline.
He was almost certain that one of these guys was one of the group Group Member who was currently pretending to be dead.
Liu Erlong is the prime suspect, but the others are not safe either.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingmo's face returned to its usual lazy, indifferent expression.
He leaned back against the carriage wall, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly, as if he were truly asleep.
Now is not a good time to confront each other.
These guys are all such good actors, each one a master of pretense.
It would be pointless to expose it rashly.
Once I get back to the Academy, I'll find a suitable opportunity to deal with them one by one.
You can run away from the monk, but you can't hide from the temple.
Those who had just been swept over by his meaningful gaze were now sitting on pins and needles, sweating profusely.
Liu Erlong's knuckles were white from gripping the reins, and his palms were soaked with sweat.
She sat upright on the horse, gazing ahead, her back taut like a fully drawn bow.
He forced a calm, nonchalant expression onto his face.
But inside, he was already furious.
"What did A-Qing mean by that look just now? Did he notice something? Did he recognize me?"
"No, no, I clearly changed my verbal tic in the group chat, and my way of speaking is completely different. There's no way he could have guessed it was me, right?"
"Calm down, Liu Erlong, calm down! Especially at times like these, we must not show any weakness, and we absolutely cannot make any unusual moves."
"A-Qing is definitely still observing all of us. Whoever loses their composure first will lose."
"Stay calm, we must stay calm."
She took a deep breath, spurred the horse forward a few steps, and pretended to be checking the road ahead.
In reality, he used this action to hide his true expression.
Inside the train carriage.
Xiao Wu changed her sleeping position.
She buried her face deeply in Lin Qingmo's arms, pretending to be fast asleep.
But the tips of her ears, hidden among her hair, were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and so hot they could fry an egg on them.
"I'm doomed! I'm doomed! The way A-Qing looked at me just now, it was absolutely right!"
She screamed wildly in her head; the mental fortitude of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast completely collapsed at that moment.
"Could he really have connected my nickname ' Rogue Rabbit ' to me?"
"But it's really not Rogue Rabbit!"
Xiao Wu Lin Qingmo couldn't possibly be doubting her because of the nickname "Rogue Rabbit".
She suspected that she might have accidentally said something in the Chat Group that aroused suspicion.
Frustrated, he wanted to bang his head against the side panel of the carriage, but he was afraid that making too much of a move would give him away.
Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, and Zhu Zhuqing all showed different expressions.
Everyone was worried that Lin Qingmo would see through their scheme.
An eerie silence fell over the entire group.
Everyone remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.
A thick, awkward atmosphere filled the air.
Only Ye Lingling and Yu Feng remained oblivious, looking around in confusion.
Ye Lingling tugged at Yu Feng's sleeve, lowered her voice, and leaned closer to ask, "Don't you think the atmosphere is a bit strange right now?"
Yu Feng scratched the back of his head, looking bewildered. "Something seems off. Why is everyone suddenly so quiet? Wasn't it lively just now?"
"Are you all tired?"
"..."
Ye Lingling tilted her head and thought for a moment, then secretly glanced at everyone's expressions.
He doesn't look tired at all.
Each one of them clearly had something on their mind.