After dealing with another demon in a box, Jian Ran walked out of the classroom, turned, and met a pair of deep, ebony eyes.
On their equally handsome, finely sculpted faces, the corners of their mouths curved in unison.
"What a coincidence."
"It certainly is!"
"How many did you deal with?" Jian Ran stood where he was.
Lu Yanting slowly approached. "Five."
"Then we're about even." Jian Ran raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you're pretty skilled too. How did you still end up..."
Lu Yanting smiled. "Some people can't save themselves. I'm one of them."
Jian Ran nodded slightly, then suddenly thought of something. His brows furrowed, a hint of wariness showing. "Back in the Deserted Village, you..."
With skills like that, he couldn't possibly have gotten hurt!
His gaze was doubtful, but Lu Yanting remained perfectly composed. "There's a saying. I wonder if you've heard it."
"What?" Jian Ran asked reflexively.
"Worry clouds your judgment." Already within arm's reach, Lu Yanting suddenly leaned down to speak close to Jian Ran's ear.
Jian Ran's chest instantly felt as though a cat had scratched it, ticklish and tingling. He hastily backed away several steps on instinct, a barely perceptible flash of panic crossing his face.
"L-let's go. Time's up. We can head back."
With that, he quickened his pace. Lu Yanting stood there and pressed his lips together before following.
Perhaps the game had noticed that, after the two of them became demons, the number of demons had plummeted.
After that, it refused to let them move around freely, no matter what.
It addressed them directly over the broadcast, sending them back to the classroom and restoring their adventurer status.
So when Jian Ran poked his head through the doorway, the corner of Wei Xiaoxue's mouth twitched violently several more times.