Just thinking about how he could shut down the enemy's system once he got back and give those hundred Heroes some tender loving care...
Chen Feng couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising. He even had a spring in his step.
"First warning."
The moment Joke Specter finished speaking, a one appeared on Chen Feng's forehead.
Fuck!
Chen Feng hurriedly composed himself, only to lose focus for a second and collide with a student coming toward him.
"Ow!"
On any other campus, a collision where one person fell into the other's arms would surely have been the start of a romance.
But this was the Paranormal School, so it could only be an encounter with a ghost.
Chen Feng opened his eyes and jumped. "Holy shit, dude, you look like you belong in a different art style."
In Chen Feng's arms was a cute boy of about fourteen, dressed in grayish-white cloth clothing. Though he had no fluffy animal ears and was a little less adorable than that dumb dog Erha, his skinny appearance made him all the more endearing.
Especially considering that this was the Paranormal Universe, where most people didn't look remotely human, he really stood out from the crowd.
"S-sorry! Did you hurt yourself when you fell? Does your head hurt? Do you need me to take you back to your room?" Chen Feng had been the one who wasn't watching where he was going, yet the boy kept apologizing as though he were at fault.
"How dare you run into my big bro? Are you blind?" Joke Specter cursed loudly.
As if you've got eyes yourself.
Chen Feng pulled Joke Specter behind him and said with the faintest non-smile, "It's fine. Let's get to class."
Only once he reached anthropology class...
...did Chen Feng