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Cheng Xiaoshu looked at the scene before her and found it rather absurd—there were not many people at the university who dyed their hair, and even fewer with flaming red hair... yet two had suddenly appeared at once.

Hesta stared at the young man's face for a moment, then quickly grabbed him by the shoulder of his clothes and dragged him back in front of Cheng Xiaoshu.

The man kept trying to break free, but the more he struggled, the higher Hesta lifted her hand, until in the end, only his toes could barely touch the ground.

"Let him go," Cheng Xiaoshu said quietly under everyone's gaze, her face warming slightly. She swallowed. "...You need to pay for my glasses."

"How much?"

Cheng Xiaoshu could not answer right away—she had gotten these glasses in a small county town four years ago. As for how much a new pair would cost in Orange Town, she truly had no idea.

"Just tell me, sis!" the man cried, his eyes wide. "I'm really in a hurry!"

"...Um, fifty robbies?"

The man pulled out his wallet, took out two twenty-denomination bills, then began rummaging through his pockets. He pulled out several smaller bills and coins and hurriedly stuffed them into Cheng Xiaoshu's hands.

Only then did Hesta put him down.

The students gathered around to watch began to disperse. Just as the young man was about to leave, Hesta stopped him again.

"What now?!"

"What's with your hair, and your eyes?" Hesta looked at him. "Why did you make yourself look like this—"

"Mind your own business." The man shot Hesta a vicious glare and lowered his voice slightly. "You think I don't recognize you...? Aren't you Madam Kaja's guest too? Who are you trying to fool?"

The man shoved aside Hesta's left arm