The Unintended Wind Through the Hallway That Drew a Mountain Flood

"This place... wasn't bad."

At noon the next day, a Hot Pot BBQ Restaurant somewhere in downtown Lianjiang City welcomed a peculiar group of female customers, drawing repeated glances from the staff—what modeling agency had sent a whole team here for hot pot and barbecue?

Gu Yueyan awkwardly held down her miniskirt, lowered her head to look at her Black Stockings Over-Knee Socks, and asked in a constrained whisper, "Couldn't we... wear something else?"

Lin Xianyu, wearing a Chiffon Vest Dress with her hair let down, graceful as a quiet young lady from Jiangnan, reached out and wrapped an arm around Gu Yueyan's exposed snowy shoulders. She took out her phone for a selfie with her, then giggled. "This looks pretty good. Relax, Class Monitor. Wear it a few more times and you won't care anymore. You should dress like this from now on too."

"There's no need." The moment Gu Yueyan reached her seat, she hurriedly sat in the innermost spot to avoid everyone else's gaze. Only then did she relax, muttering, "I've never heard of disguising yourself like this..."

"What did you expect?" Qiao Muyi, wearing a Mink Short Coat and high heels, her hair pinned up like an elegant noblewoman, sat across from them with her chin propped on one hand and smiled. "Did you think putting on a hat, a mask, and sunglasses would work? You might as well write 'I'm a very suspicious stalker' across your forehead."

Gu Yueyan argued, "We could also monitor him from farther away with binoculars."

"Little Suo is a Fourth Cycle Cultivator, after all. His powers of observation are definitely not weak. If you want to monitor him, you can't use ordinary methods." Qiao Muyi said, "You should already be vaguely able to sense other people's stares, right? Fourth Cycle