The Scent of Scum

"Little Xingxing, Ren Nesser is streaming!"

Ren Xingmei, who was blow-drying her hair, heard her roommate Huang Xuehui's delighted voice and replied without turning around, "So he's streaming... Wait, is it still Gate of Truth?"

"It's Gate of Truth!"

"Didn't the Gatekeeper fight the world's strongest Daoist You Jian and Angel Zach last time?" Ren Xingmei raised an eyebrow slightly. "Who is his trial opponent this time?"

"Several people I don't recognize... They seem to all be Xuan Country People." Huang Xuehui said, "They're all wearing masks: a Smile Face, an Anger Face, a Joy Face, and a Sorrow Face... Huh!? I remember that Sorrow Face! He's that mysterious person who once violated Angel Zach. I think he's called, called..."

"The Black Coffin Demon King. The Gatekeeper mentioned him once before." Ren Xingmei put down her hairdryer and could not help laughing. "He only fought Angel Zach. If you call that violation, then Angel Zach is way too pitiful..."

Huang Xuehui giggled and lay on her bed, holding up her tablet. "Sorry, sorry. I happened to read a sweet little story about an angel and a demon king today, so I didn't switch gears in time."

Ren Xingmei twitched her lips. "Those two can be shipped?"

"Of course they can! Why not? They fought in the wild all night long! Before they reached Tokyo, who knew how much love, hate, and tangled resentment happened between them?" Huang Xuehui said with a dreamy look. "But angel-demon king fluff isn't really my thing. Daoist-angel is my favorite, followed by sweet stories about the Ice Prince and your brother..."

Ren Xingmei, who was combing her hair, nearly snapped off a lock with her comb. She was both angry and amused. "The Ice Prince and my brother?"

"Teacher Bai and your brother, obviously!"

Huang