Revenge? Happy New Year First!

In a dim and dreary prison cell, the iron door slowly creaked open with a harsh, grating sound, letting in a sliver of faint light from the outside world.

A man with a composed expression and deep, inscrutable eyes wore a subtle, almost imperceptible smile as he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise and mockery: "To think someone actually managed to 'invite' you out of the school? It seems that person has quite the capability. Don't just stand there, come back with me."

Ayanokoji's expression was as calm as water, his eyes slightly lowered as if he were weighing something in his mind.

His tone was unhurried, carrying an indescribable sense of detachment and resolve: "I can go back with you, but you must agree to one condition first."

The man raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? Let's hear it. As long as you aren't planning to grease your heels and run away again, I can consider any condition."

"Revenge."

"Deal!"

The man agreed readily, both for the sake of the greatest achievement produced by the White Room and for the person who had forced him to drop out.

He was filled with curiosity and anticipation, eager to witness firsthand what kind of collision would occur between the "genius" he had personally crafted and a natural-born genius.

"The chicken soup is here!" Chef Long poked his head out from the kitchen, holding a steaming stew pot firmly in both hands. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and a smug smile played on his lips.

He walked with extreme caution, every step measured and careful, terrified of jostling the soup in his hands.

Reaching the dining table, Chef Long set the pot down with gentle, practiced movements.

He caught a glimpse of the two beauties sleeping on the bed, locked in a tight embrace. Their chests were pressed together, rising and falling in rhythm with their steady breathing, like two notes in a harmonious melody, weaving a warm and subtle scene.

Such a sight was filled with tranquility and beauty, enough to move anyone's heart.

Exaggerated! It was like two Mount Everests poised for action, colliding quietly in the still air. The sheer magnitude of that presence felt as if it could shake the heavens and the earth.

Long Aotian wiped away a trickle of blood snaking down from his nose, his eyes showing a trace of hidden resilience. He then slowly pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingertips tapping the screen to skillfully open the recording function, his entire demeanor revealing a composure and determination that could not be underestimated.

Before long, Long Aotian placed the phone back on the table with a hint of reluctance, as if telling himself he couldn't record any longer, lest the steaming food and delicious chicken soup go cold. His eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation for the meal and frustration at having to stop the recording.

"Sakura, Kushida, wake up, time for chicken soup." As he spoke, he curled his fingers and tapped their well-defined cheeks with a gentleness that was almost imperceptible.

The sudden touch startled the girls from their sleep; they were dazed for a moment, their eyes filled with confusion.

When they realized they had been sleeping in each other's arms, a flash of surprise and embarrassment instantly flooded their faces.

Kushida jerked her head up, her gaze darting between Long Aotian and the girl beside her as if confirming the reality of it all.

Her cheeks turned bright red, like clouds dyed by the setting sun, and her hands gripped the bedsheets involuntarily, looking quite flustered.

Sakura let out a soft "Ah," a flicker of panic crossing her eyes.

She quickly lowered her head, her long hair falling like a waterfall to hide her blushing face.

Her hands folded together instinctively, her fingers rubbing against each other as if seeking a sense of security.

Then, both of them bit their lips, seemingly trying to suppress their inner shyness and embarrassment.

They exchanged a smile, that unspoken understanding and warmth flowing between them, eventually turning into silent apologies and relief.

"Kushida, go wash your face first, then come over to eat." As he spoke, he slowly reached out, first brushing his hand gently over Sakura's hair, meticulously smoothing out her slightly messy locks.

Then, he shifted his gaze, signaling to Kushida with an unreadable look, as if saying: "Go wash your face, it'll be your turn soon."

"Oh..." Kushida replied softly, her brow furrowed with a trace of hidden displeasure.

She stood up slowly, her footsteps heavy with reluctance as she headed toward the bathroom.

She muttered to herself, wondering why Sakura had to be ahead of her. But then she reconsidered; she was the latecomer after all, and this small dissatisfaction dissipated like morning mist under the sunlight of reason, leaving little trace behind.

Long Aotian glanced over casually, his expression seemingly undisturbed, before lowering his head again to focus meticulously on tidying Sakura's hair.

Once he finished, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Sakura's cheek, whispering, "Take your time coming out."

"Okay," Sakura replied, head bowed and face burning red. Although this wasn't the first time, she still felt quite shy.

She had been bold before because there was no one else in the dorm, but this time was different—Kushida was still here.

Kushida finished washing her face in a moment and stepped out of the bathroom with a light, fresh smile on her face.

At the same time, Sakura stepped into the bathroom on tiptoe to freshen up.

Long Aotian patted the empty seat beside him, gesturing with his eyes and a gentle smile, inviting Kushida to sit down.

After Kushida sat, Long Aotian slowly reached out and massaged her temples, saying slowly, "Are you unhappy?"

"No," Kushida said, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Just like last time, Long Aotian leaned down close to the girl's delicate ear and whispered, "Still saying no? Don't I know you better than that?"

"No."

"Alright, I won't say much more, just remember that Sakura is your sister." He then pressed a kiss to Kushida's cheek as well.

"Put away those little schemes of yours; you should understand what I mean." He touched the top of Kushida's head [Flying Thunder God Mark (Hidden)][Danger Sense Mark (Hidden)] and called toward the bathroom: "Sakura, come eat!"

"Okay!"

He had intended to speak nicely, but with a clever person like Kushida, the gentler and more reasonable you are, the more she will try to push boundaries, so he had to deliver the final word. She would understand the meaning behind it.

There was no other way; if a fire started behind his back or things turned into a bloodbath, that was the last thing he wanted to see.

At this moment, Kushida's expression appeared exceptionally strange, her brows slightly furrowed as if complex emotions were surging within her heart.

The words from just a moment ago had only lingered vaguely in her ears, while the other half had been overshadowed by Long Aotian's unexpected maneuver, leaving her mind in a state of turmoil.

"Sisters... is that it?"

Before long, the three of them were seated around the dining table, ready to enjoy their meal.

"Aotian, you caused so many people from Class D to be expelled; will they come back for revenge later?"

Sakura asked curiously after taking a bite of her food.

Seeing this, the corner of Kushida's mouth twitched. Revenge? All three of them were already locked away.

Long Aotian shook his head and said, "Ike and Yamauchi can't possibly return, and Sudo is even less likely, as he doesn't even know who did it. That only leaves Ayanokoji as a possibility."

(Note: Not being able to return doesn't mean they won't be released once their time is up. They will be released eventually, but by the time those two are out, Long Aotian plans to strike first.)

"Ayanokoji?"

Kushida was somewhat shocked. She had always assumed Ayanokoji was merely clever, never expecting his background to be so formidable.

"Yes, the forces behind him are not small, and Ayanokoji is the final product of the White Room."

Seeing their curiosity, he had no intention of hiding anything and shared everything he knew.

"Then, compared to him, who is stronger?" Kushida blinked her bright eyes gently, her face full of curiosity, as if she were anticipating an exciting answer.

"Uh... are you asking about physical strength or intelligence?" As he spoke, Long Aotian placed a piece of meat into Sakura's bowl.

Kushida stared fixedly at his chopsticks, still curious, and asked, "Is there a difference?"

"There is! The difference is huge." He waved the chopsticks in front of Kushida.

"In terms of physical strength, are you stronger or is he?"

She felt a bit dizzy; the chopsticks were waving back and forth, and her eyes couldn't keep up.

"I am."

"And intelligence?"

"I am."

"Are you sick?!"

Kushida snapped back to reality, trembling with cold, righteous anger.

"Hahaha." Long Aotian used his chopsticks to place a piece of meat into her bowl and said slowly, "That's only in comparison to me. He is still quite impressive; I'm only a little bit stronger." As he spoke, he slowly raised his thumb and index finger to form an O-shape with a small gap.

"Is that so?"

After taking a bite of the meat, her mood improved significantly. She suddenly realized that ever since she met Long Aotian, her temper had become increasingly difficult to control.

"Yes."

(Note: Happy New Year to everyone! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Important things must be said three times!)

Thanks to: Bie Yun Wuyong, Li qr, and Ming Ming Bai Bai De Shan Jie for their small gifts.

You all don't need to send small gifts; the system of watching ads for them is a total scam. Just read the book with peace of mind, though I still appreciate your kindness. ♥