The school bell rang right on schedule.
It saved countless souls struggling in agony during class.
Like heavenly music.
Chen De slipped her hand into the desk drawer.
She was doing something important now.
Playing the role of "Chen De."
More precisely, she was replying to Jiang Ping's barrage of text messages using Chen De's original identity.
Their chat had reached its most crucial point.
On the screen, Jiang Ping's messages kept popping up.
Jiang Ping: "Dezi, I think that new transfer student looks like you."
Jiang Ping: "How do I put this?"
Jiang Ping: "When I see her sitting there, it feels like you're still here."
Chen De's heart skipped a beat.
Was this guy's intuition maxed out or something?
What the hell did he mean, still here?
Did he think I'd already been buried?
Was I supposed to come back as a ghost on the seventh day after my death or something?
Chen De's fingers flew across the screen. "Huh?"
"Did your brain get fried?"
"Didn't you say the new transfer student was a girl?"
"Or did you somehow feel fatherly love from her?"
After she sent that, the reply from the other side came a little slower.
Chen De glanced to her right.
Jiang Ping had his head lowered, his fingers frantically rubbing over his screen.
The phone's glow lit up his face, which wore an expression of profound wisdom.
Her phone vibrated.
Jiang Ping: "Stop changing the subject. I'm serious."
"Tell your bro the truth. Do you have any living relatives or something?"
When Chen De saw that message, she nearly lost it.
Living relatives?
Was she supposed to make up a whole family tree on the spot?
Why didn't he just ask whether she'd undergone mitosis?
Chen De's fingers hovered over the screen as she