Hello, My Name Is Lin Qijiu / Things That Happened in the Relationship Circle ...

"Clatter".

The person who slipped off the shoulder lost consciousness.

"Lin? Lin! What's wrong with you!"

"This is really..." Spasi stared at the data in front of him, hesitant to speak. He wanted to use some positive words to express his feelings, but he just couldn't say the words.

Because he couldn't determine whether it was a "coincidence" or "destiny".

It has been said that the longer Honkai Sickness patient struggles against the disease, the more serum can be extracted after death. Therefore, those Honkai Sickness who have been suffering from the disease for more than two years are excellent serum donors.

As for the Speaker, he had only been suffering from Honkai Sickness to his death, a few months. The serum that could be extracted was just a drop in the ocean compared to the tens of thousands of doses of Honkai Sickness antidote already available.

Even if Spasi had shot the Speaker, it would have only brought his death forward by a few hours, and the amount of serum produced in that short time would have been negligible.

But...

Spasi held the bottle of Honkai Sickness treatment serum that he had been trying to complete for countless days and nights, and fell silent.

It was that tiny amount of serum that condensed in the Speaker's body during his last few hours that became the antidote that finally took that crucial step towards a qualitative change.

If Spasi had chosen revenge, the serum could not have been completed.

"Doctor Spacy, Linta..." At this moment, Himiko open the door and rushed in anxiously, but Spasi nodded to her, interrupting her.

"I know, bring him over."

After Himiko, Spasi sat down beside the man's corpse, picked up the wine jug, and took a sip of the dry, bitter wine.

"Karen ... did you see that... I won... the Fifth Branch won..."

Chapter 1 Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu

Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu. If you see this letter, it means I'm alive and well and have nothing better to do.

The reason I'm writing this letter is related to my family and my parents' relationships. (The brackets actually mean I hate them and want to run away from home.) Just ignore the brackets before the brackets.

Please allow me to introduce my complicated, terrifying, shameful, vulgar, unprecedented, earth-shattering, beep-beep-beep family, and myself, an eighteen-year-old positive, youthful, polite, handsome, and multi-talented young man.

Name: Lin Qijiu, age 18, male, attends Chienyu Academy in Changkong City. He is the school's most handsome boy and has been ranked number one on the "Most Desirable Person to Date" list for two consecutive terms. He is also ranked number one on both the male and female popularity lists. His grades have never improved since he entered Chienyu Academy —he has always been number one in his grade.

You could say I'm the chosen one. From my appearance to my manners and my interpersonal skills, I think it would be hard to find anyone who can compare to me.

This isn't narcissism, it's just stating the facts.

Even though I seem perfect, as if God sculpted me from a mirror, I still have some regrets that I find difficult to talk about with others.

This regret stems from my family.

If we were to rate my mother on a scale of one to ten, she would be eleven points. She surpasses the word "perfect," and the dictionary should have a new word to describe her: her name.

As far back as I can remember, she was always smiling. I never saw her angry, not even towards my father, whom I hated with a passion. She was always gentle and had a bright smile. Any photo of her could be framed in a Paris art museum for the world to admire.

As for appearance... I believe that anyone who meets her will lose interest in other so-called beauties. My handsome looks must be inherited from her.

Moreover, she can do everything. If I were to describe someone else as an all-rounder, I could find something they couldn't do. But my mother is an all-rounder in every aspect, from washing clothes and cooking to manned spaceflight. She can do everything.

Yes, my mother went to space, and she still has sand collected from the moon and photos taken at that time.

But don't let her gentle smile fool you into thinking she's easy to bully. My mother can make my elementary school teacher, who used to give me the silent treatment, cry without swearing. She can also stop a speeding car with one hand using her slender arm that shows no excess fat or muscle.

Doesn't it sound surreal? But I swear everything I've written is true.

Then you might ask, "If you have such an unparalleled and wonderful mother, why would you run away from home?"

Hehe... I mentioned someone above, and yes, it's the one who made me feel he was unworthy of my mother and betrayed the love between him and my mother... my father.

To be honest, you can't tell my mother's age just by looking at her. Many times when we go out together, people mistake us for siblings. Despite this, she still has an enviable passion for her more than 20-year-long love with my father. They celebrate every day as if it were Valentine's Day or their wedding anniversary. I can't find any flaws in my admiration for her.

But my bastard father, that filthy bastard cut off from the crotch of a pig in a mud pit in the countryside, how dare he do that...

Hmph, wait a minute, let me calm down.

So let me introduce my father in the same fair tone.

Male, alive.

Okay, this is my father. After my detailed introduction, don't you also think that he shouldn't have married my mother at all?

No, there is no man in this world who can match a mother. Even if there were, it would only be in terms of appearance... well, I'll talk about that later.

In short, with my mother's gentle and tender nature in daily life and her passionate and fiery love in love, my father actually... cheated on me.

That guy, who's worse than chicken droppings, actually... cheated on his wife.

Unbelievable, not to mention that his mother was as excited as if she were about to give birth to a second child, staying up until two or three in the morning every day, changing the sheets and blankets and cleaning the room every morning, their sex life was like a machine gun that never cools down, never needs to be reloaded, and never overheats, he still had the extra interest to take action against other people.

Even with his habit of wearing an abstract mask 24/7 like a disfigured person, there are still people willing to have an extramarital affair with him.

Please, this isn't some era where looks matter more than character. If I weren't more handsome than those young men who've had plastic surgery, would I be so popular at school?

No matter how hard I find it to accept, his infidelity is a fact.

The story goes back to a year ago, when I had been a student at the Chienyu Academy for a year. On that day, I was to speak to the new students as an outstanding student representative, so I got up earlier than usual, ate my mother's loving breakfast, and hurriedly left home.

When I got to school, I realized I had left the suit I was supposed to wear on stage at home. So I rushed home and calculated the time. I figured I should be able to make it in time, so I didn't plan to borrow or rent it from anyone.

After I unlocked the door, I found that my mother had already gone out. That was fine; she had many good friends, some... I don't even know how to describe the uncles and aunts who were also involved in the affair, so it was common for her to go out and hang out with them.

I heard some noises coming from my parents' room. I thought it was my father, but when I passed by the door after getting my clothes, the door was opened.

I still can't believe my eyes.

A "perfect" figure stood there.

I don't even know if I should call Him a person. He is so extraordinary in temperament and appearance that he doesn't seem like a living person. He is the person I mentioned who can rival my mother in appearance.

His long hair, thin face, and half-exposed body in his nightgown gave me a great shock.

Then I realized something.

He appeared in his father's room after his mother left, wearing his father's nightgown, while his father's shoes were still at the door, meaning he was also in that room.

This kind of thing doesn't need a famous detective to deduce; even the old woman selling melons at the village entrance, who only has two teeth, could guess what happened.

Most importantly, He actually recognized me. After seeing me, He nodded without any shyness and said to me in a pleasant voice, "Qi Jiu, don't forget to take your things next time."

Then, right in front of me, He went back into the room and locked the door.

That day, I walked onto the podium in a daze, read the speech with many spelling mistakes, and received only 50 percent more votes than another student representative on the freshman welcome list. It was a huge failure.

Looking back on it now, I realize that person... he had an Adam's apple.

So, that's... a man?!

My father had an affair, and the person he had the affair with was a man.

Although he was indeed more androgynous and rugged than feminine, and whether he was male or not didn't matter in terms of appearance, the fact that he was in that room with another man when his mother wasn't there...

It's exciting... oh no, it's more like it's chilling.

Later, I never found that person again. Maybe he became more vigilant after I found out, or maybe he broke up with my father. When I confronted my father in private, he remained silent. In any case, I couldn't find any evidence of my father's infidelity, so I couldn't tell my mother. I was afraid that my mother would be deceived even more deeply by him, and even hate me for "lying".

Huh? I've already written so much? I'll write the rest tomorrow. The date for running away from home is set for... ten days from now.

Chapter Two: What Happened in the Circle of Relationships

Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu. Continuing from last time, my father had an affair, and the other person was a man, which I cannot accept.

However, running away from home because of this incident shows that I am too resilient. If it was just a fleeting glimpse that day, I could have stayed at home and waited for an opportunity to find evidence of my father's infidelity.

The real problem arose six months after that incident, with another unexpected event.

A phantom thief who once manipulated the world once said, "If a phantom thief is a highly skilled and creative artist who steals treasures, then a detective is just a critic who follows behind the phantom thief and nitpicks."

Only after I personally experienced the role of a "detective" did I realize how absolutely true that statement was.

All cheaters are experts in this field; they are true master thieves.

That day was during the Golden Week holiday. I didn't go out to buy pornographic books and encounter vampires, but my parents took me to their friends' gathering.

Last time I mentioned that my mother had a bunch of friends that were hard to describe, but that's not quite accurate, since my father was also one of the best friends of this group.

These people are all at least a generation older than me. The youngest one looks like a primary school student, but she is actually almost ten years older than me. I have to call her "Auntie" when I see her.

Most of them were unmarried, so they doted on me, the only junior in their circle, treating me like their own child. Some taught me knowledge, some taught me Shenzhou martial arts, some cultivated my aesthetic sense, and some even... taught me how to cook.

Like my mother, they were both exceptional individuals in their respective fields, so I had great respect and affection for them before that incident occurred.

Until that day.

I don't remember exactly what happened, but I vaguely remember a red-haired guy dragging people around and getting them drunk until they were all passed out. When I sobered up a bit, I saw the private room was "a scene of carnage" and reeked of alcohol.

But I noticed that two people were missing from among the people who were fast asleep.

You know without me saying it's my father, that strange guy who always wears a mask when he drinks.

The other one is my aunt, whom I have always respected and even somewhat feared.

She was the one who taught me knowledge. From childhood to adulthood, I learned all sorts of advanced knowledge beyond my age level in her laboratory. Eighty percent of the reason I was able to top the grade and get first place without any pressure was thanks to this aunt.

Even though I'm one of the smartest and most outstanding people my age, she's still not satisfied with me. My mother told me that my aunt had already earned her doctorate when she was my age and had participated in the highest-level knowledge seminar in the Mu Continent, presenting her paper to experts from all over the world. That's why she's not happy with the fact that I'm just going through the motions in high school without skipping any grades.

The main reason I was afraid of this aunt was that, besides the fact that she was very beautiful but always reminded me of a snake with its tongue out, it was her strictness and harshness towards me. I believe you also have a teacher you both respect and fear. She was the first such person in my life.

In my memory, this aunt had a very good relationship with my mother. My mother would often go to the lab to visit her. However, she didn't get along well with my father. Whenever they met, my mother would start with sarcastic remarks and ridicule him without reservation.

Later I realized I was wrong. The most well-known concept of tsundere comes from Asuka from EVA decades ago. In an era where tsundere is no longer popular, I forgot that there are actually genuine tsundere characters in the real world.

After I sobered up, I found that the two of them were gone, and I had a bad feeling. I staggered to the window and saw a scene that I will never forget.

That pretty green-haired woman helped my father into a taxi, then, as if sensing my gaze, looked up at me and gave me a cold smile before closing the door and driving away.

That night, my father did not come home.

A man and a woman, one of whom is married, spend one night together, and the man does not go home. What does this mean?

Good heavens, even the most cheesy novels these days couldn't write a plot like this!

Afterwards, I couldn't help but question my father about what had happened between him and my aunt that night, but all I got in response was his usual cold gaze. After seemingly considering it for a while, he replied that it was nothing, just some academic issues.

Academic?

Were they studying quantum mechanics all night?! Are you kidding me?!

I asked the aunt again, and she gave the same answer, even observing my reaction with great interest.

I had no choice but to ask other uncles and aunts for help, but what awaited me was a pre-arranged script!

They worked together in unison, keeping my mother completely in the dark.

Later, I gradually realized that my father and several of the pretty women were having an affair. Being quite perceptive of girls' admiring glances, I could easily tell what they were looking at my father with, which made me even angrier.

So one day I questioned the aunt who taught me swordsmanship. She usually had the fierce aura of a swordsman, but when I asked her this question, she suddenly looked away and became a different person, stammering.

Therefore, I became certain that this group of people were conspiring to mock my mother.

I am powerless against these people on my own. I am already quite gifted, but my mother is trapped in an information cocoon. As long as they don't reveal their weaknesses, I have no chance of winning.

So I chose to run away from home, as a way to protest against my father and to make my mother realize the truth through this letter and my determination.

But before that, I have to do one thing: teach my father a lesson!

Hmph, although I am dissatisfied with how my uncles and aunts harmed my mother, what they taught me was truly genuine, especially the aunt who taught me martial arts. When she taught me martial arts, she said that it was only for strengthening the body and that I should never be competitive. I have always kept that in mind.

My mother told me privately that the martial arts my aunt taught me would allow me to take on ten people by myself now. There's no way my father, that gloomy guy, could take on ten people.

I'm not competitive; I just wanted to stand up for myself and my mother!

Before I leave, I'm going to tear off his mask!

Besides these preparations, I have another helper...

Oh no, my mother is knocking on the door calling me for dinner. I'll finish writing the rest on the day I leave.

Chapter 3: Is there a better son than a father?

The handsome young man silently arrived at the rooftop. His clear eyes had lost their former confidence, leaving only a strange blankness and disbelief.

"Lin Qijiu! Lin Qijiu? What are you doing standing here? Feeling the rustling of the wind?"