It Was Over.

"The defendant also has a report, and the video doesn't show who struck first. Do you have anything else to prove your case?"

Horikita Manabu glanced at the report, then turned toward the right side.

Long Aotian spoke slowly, his voice as though it had been worn down by gravel. He struggled to force out a few words. "I... have another report."

He glanced at Kamuro, hinting that she should hand it over.

Kamuro understood at once. Her right hand moved swiftly, and with a sharp smack, she produced a report.

She secretly delighted in it. This really felt great. She was like a champion of justice, standing up for Long Aotian.

Then she looked at the mummy and raised an eyebrow, as if to say how clever she was.

Long Aotian's mouth twitched beneath the bandages. Why do you have to smack the table every single time?

The report said that after the incident, Long Aotian had suffered psychological trauma and lingering mental distress, among other things.

That's right! He'd gone to see a psychologist. That had been arranged too.

The report soon reached Horikita Manabu's hands. He figured Long Aotian must have come prepared.

"Defendant, do you have anything to say? The report says that after Long Aotian was beaten, he suffered psychological trauma and other mental health issues."

Yamada continued to scowl...

"Ababa! Ababa! (You bastard! It's fake, fake!)"

"Fake!" Ibuki slammed a hand on the table. The objects on it trembled slightly, and her face twisted with anger.

She pointed a trembling finger at Long Aotian, her voice sharp with fury. "This is obviously forged! Long Aotian, I never thought you'd be so sinister and underhanded, willing to use every dirty trick!"

Me? Sinister and underhanded? Someone as naive as you wouldn't know what sinister and underhanded, two-faced and scheming really meant until you were dropped into the Three Kingdoms era.

In an instant, the courtroom erupted into a heated war of words, their voices pattering down like a driving rain.

On the left, Ibuki slammed the table with a loud smack. Her face flushed with excitement, her eyes burned like flames as she stared across at her opponent.

On the right, Kamuro refused to back down. She answered with an equally crisp, ringing smack, a cold smile tugging at her lips and a challenging glint in her eyes, as if to say, "Come on. Let's see what you've really got."

Left: "Smack!" "Ababa! (You!)" Right: "Smack!" Left: "Smack!" "Ababa! Ababa! (Slander! Slander!)" Right: "Smack!"

The whole scene seemed to follow some invisible melody, tense yet rhythmic, like a spectacular musical duel.

Before long, the heated debate gradually came to an end.

Ibuki panted, her arms hanging limply at her sides. Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, and exhaustion and helplessness showed in her eyes.

Kamuro also seemed to be running out of steam. She leaned back in her chair, eyes half-closed. The once-determined smile on her lips had been replaced by deep fatigue.

Horikita Manabu rubbed his temples. He had a headache; all the arguing was starting to get on his nerves.

Yamada continued to scowl...

Ryuen leaned back in his wheelchair, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Sakayanagi Arisu found the scene rather amusing.

Long Aotian suddenly realized that it really wasn't easy to break up a fight between girls.

Horikita Manabu's gaze moved slowly between the two sides. His lips pressed into a thin line as he said in a low voice, "The defendant will compensate the victim one million points, and then this matter will be settled. Do you have any objections?"

Long Aotian showed no surprise. He had expected this. The whole incident was shrouded in mystery. No one could say for sure who had started the fight, and what had happened inside was even harder to make out. No one could give a definitive account.

"Fine, we accept. We took a big hit this time!" Ibuki bit her lip. Some resentment and anger still lingered between her brows, but exhaustion outweighed them. Then she added, "Just you wait!"

Oh? Just you wait? Interesting.

Long Aotian glanced at Kamuro...

Kamuro looked at the mummy and understood at once again. She tossed the report onto the table with her right hand. This time, she didn't slam the table as hard as she usually did; her hand was starting to hurt.

The report said that Long Aotian was mentally unstable and sometimes behaved strangely. Its conclusion was that he was mentally ill.

This was the report he'd gotten from a hospital after asking Sakayanagi Arisu to have someone follow Ryuen.

"This is my psychiatric report. You said I should just wait. I think I might do something strange or have a mental episode by then."

"You! All! Just! Wait!"

This time, the report wasn't handed to Horikita Manabu. Long Aotian spat out each word, his anger practically forced through clenched teeth.

You're threatening me? What makes you think you can? Haven't you noticed the guy in the wheelchair beside you?

He thought he shouldn't have held back back then. Maybe he had attacked them first; maybe they really had been wrongly accused.

This school was a competitive society to begin with. They called him abnormal? Was their violent rule normal? He was just using their methods against them.

Otherwise, would those four students from Class D who were expelled have walked out of the school in perfectly good health? Three of them ended up in jail, and one got off a little better.

Ryuen's gaze fell on Long Aotian as he spoke. His pupils instantly constricted, as if some invisible force had seized him.

He looked at Long Aotian, whose figure seemed to gradually transform into that of a demon.

His face slowly grew pale. The corners of his mouth trembled, revealing the despair and turmoil within him.

"Ababa! (Demon!) Abababa!! (He's a demon!!)"

Yamada continued to scowl...

"What are you talking about?" Ibuki paid no attention to those words. She turned to Yamada and said, "Can't you see Ryuen is trying to say something? He wants some water. Go get him some."

This may make Ibuki seem a little awful, so let me explain: it wasn't her fault. She'd been at karaoke with Ryuen, discussing how to deal with Class D.

Then someone had suddenly come out of nowhere and attacked Ryuen. She'd tried to defend him and got knocked unconscious too, so she had no idea what happened afterward.

This hearing soon came to an end as well. Long Aotian had Kamuro push him to Sakura's dorm room. He needed to explain what had happened so she wouldn't worry.

Sakayanagi Arisu was especially happy. She'd found the whole thing incredibly entertaining. She hadn't expected Long Aotian to be so shameless. The best part was that there was nothing you could do about it, and then he'd even hit you up for points afterward. It was hilarious! Hahahaha!

"Are you all right?"

The blonde girl asked in the dorm room.

"I'm fine. I just didn't expect you to come too."

After he arrived at Sakura's dorm room, Kamuro left too, since it wouldn't have been appropriate for her to stay.

To his surprise, Kushida Kikyo had come to Sakura's dorm room to see him.

But how had she found out? How had she known he was injured—and that he was at Sakura's dorm?

"Are you... really okay?" Kushida Kikyo carefully reached out and touched the bandages with her fingertips. Her brows knitted slightly, and her eyes were full of concern and confusion, every subtle expression seeming to reveal her worry.

"I'm fine. Look." As he spoke, Long Aotian patted his left arm with his right hand.

Sakura looked at the two of them. Her brows arched like twin crescents, and her bright eyes blinked quickly a few times, as though she were trying to catch the subtle emotions drifting through the air.

Ah, Sakura sighed inwardly. She didn't think about it any further. It didn't matter. As long as Aotian was by her side, that was enough.

Long Aotian keenly noticed that something was off with Sakura. His gaze shifted between Sakura and Kushida Kikyo, and he had already begun to guess what was going on.

He walked steadily toward Sakura, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Then he slowly reached out and softly stroked the top of her head. The sensation beneath his fingertips was warm and soft.

"What's wrong, Sakura? From the look on your face just now, it seemed like something was bothering you."

"It's nothing. I don't mind."

Sakura gently shook her head, her hair swaying with the motion. She closed her eyes halfway, her face filled with an indescribable sense of comfort and contentment,

as though the warm hand on her forehead were a gentle ray of sunlight, chasing away the gloom in her heart.

The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily into a faint smile, a silent expression of gratitude and appreciation for his care.

Watching this, Kushida Kikyo unconsciously bit her lower lip, her teeth nearly sinking into the soft flesh. Her expression was complicated, her eyes flickering with emotions she couldn't name.

Her hands clenched into fists on their own, her fingertips turning faintly white with the force. She tried to hold back the turbulent feelings inside her, but that faint sourness only grew stronger—she had to admit that she felt a little jealous.

A smile tugged at Long Aotian's lips. He gently lifted his other hand, curled his fingers slightly, and beckoned her over with a graceful gesture.

"Huh?" Kushida Kikyo was a little stunned. What does he mean? Why's he calling me over?

"Come here."

His voice wasn't loud or soft. Sakura didn't pay any attention; she simply leaned against Long Aotian with her eyes half-closed. She felt quite comfortable, even a little sleepy.

Kushida Kikyo felt as though she'd been struck by lightning. Her eyes flew wide, disbelief flashing in them.

She stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on Sakura, nestled in Long Aotian's arms, as though time had stopped.

After a long moment, she slowly raised a trembling finger and pointed at herself. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was utterly stunned.

Long Aotian nodded. He didn't really feel like talking; Sakura seemed to have fallen asleep already.

He'd noticed Sakura looking back and forth between him and Kushida Kikyo, then saying she didn't mind. He'd understood.

Given how dependent Sakura was on him, he could have manipulated her into helping him build a harem, but that would have been far too cruel.

More than anything, he wanted to see how Sakura felt about it. It might hurt a little, but at least she didn't mind.

Kushida Kikyo's steps were hesitant, as though she were weighing something in her heart with every step. She slowly approached Long Aotian.

When she finally reached him, her clear eyes seemed to speak as they drifted lightly over his face, silently asking, Is this really okay?

Her brows furrowed slightly, a hint of worry lingering at the corners of her mouth. Her whole expression revealed a complex, delicate tangle of emotions.

Long Aotian rolled his eyes. What are you putting on an act for? If you were embarrassed, would you have come over? And after how you acted before, you can't tell me you don't know what you're doing.

After hesitating for a while, Kushida Kikyo leaned all the way against him and slowly closed her eyes.

Long Aotian reached out and stroked her head too. He had to admit, they felt about the same, though their scents were different.

ps: Can you guess which meme this famous scene is from?

Before long, they had both fallen asleep. Only Long Aotian remained awake, looking at the two people on the bed. What are you two doing?

He glanced up at the wall clock. Its hands were quietly approaching dinnertime.

He sighed softly. "Once they wake up, at least they won't be hungry."

He looked at the two people on the bed again, then turned toward the kitchen. He wasn't in that much of a hurry.