Bai Xiaonuo was like a lucky charm.
After she finished the test, the two reluctant psychologists received a notification from the school.
“That’s all for today, we can rest now? Great, great!”
People getting off work always had extra energy.
Bai Xiaonuo hadn’t even left yet, but the two doctors were already packing up quickly.
The testing equipment and tools were provided by the school; they only brought their personal belongings.
Maybe it was because Bai Xiaonuo had come, so they finally got to rest, and their mood was quite good.
Looking at this beautiful, busty girl in front of them was also very pleasing to the eye.
“Bai Xiaonuo, we’re actually your senior sisters, studying psychology in the neighboring college…”
After some small talk, they quickly became familiar with each other.
One was Zhang Senior Sister, the other Luo Senior Sister, both great seniors from the Psychology Institute at Yecheng University.
They had been assigned by their advisors to help with this task; apparently, more than half of the entire department had been sent out.
Bai Xiaonuo expressed her pleasure at meeting them.
Coincidentally, she also had some questions about psychology and wanted to find time to consult with her senior sisters.
The two seniors eagerly agreed.
Of course, that was what they said; after all, Bai Xiaonuo had already taken the test and wouldn’t come back again.
They would talk next time if they ran into each other.
Besides, if she came during work hours, they probably wouldn’t have time.
Leaving the G building teaching block and returning to the Fangzhen, as the evening grew late, the instructor ordered everyone to sit down and rest.
Then, on the leader’s suggestion, it turned into a social gathering.
The so-called social gathering was basically a talent show in front of everyone.
They all sat on the grass, leaving an open space in the middle, and whoever felt like it could get up to sing or dance.
The motto was: if you have talent, step right up.
Bai Xiaonuo, being talented and virtuous, naturally scoffed at stealing the spotlight from her classmates.
But though she stayed off the stage, many girls came up to greet her proactively.
“Bai Xiaonuo, have you done the test? How did it feel?”
More than half the girls in the Chinese Department Fangzhen hadn’t gone yet; their turn was tomorrow.
The few experienced, busty girls became the reliable source of inquiries.
Seeing their expectant yet nervous expressions was like watching new Hogwarts students uncertain about their house sorting.
“Not much to it, just showing you some things and asking what comes to mind,” Bai Xiaonuo answered casually. “It’s quick and painless.”
It obviously couldn’t be painful.
“Oh, Bai Xiaonuo,” someone suddenly remembered something, “do you know why they make us take the test?”
“Of course,” Bai Xiaonuo said seriously, “it’s because of some leaked drug. Some people are affected by it, become very evil very quickly, then turn into monsters that harm others. The purpose of the test is to find them.”
Or at least, to pretend to find them.
Her words stunned the people around her.
“Haha, Bai Xiaonuo, you really know how to joke,” a classmate laughed, “sounds just like the truth.”
Bai Xiaonuo refused to back down: “It is the truth, watch and see.”
But no one took it seriously.
After a while, they egged Bai Xiaonuo onto the stage.
As the most popular freshman “big star,” how could she not perform some talent?
Bai Xiaonuo had no fear of the stage in her dictionary.
She immediately gave the girls’ Fangzhen a taste of classic Mandarin songs with depth.
“When the moonlight shines upon my face, I think I change my expression~”
How to put it—Bai Xiaonuo’s understanding of singing was just that she had listened to the songs and hummed along, so she assumed she knew them.
But forgetting lyrics and going off-key were unavoidable.
Still, her voice was pleasant, crisp with a hint of softness and charm, and she sang with feeling, creating a strong stage presence.
Even her off-key moments became endearing, somewhat like Nero Claudius singing “padoru” with style.
“…Before I cross this Naihe Bridge, let me kiss your face once more~”
When the song ended, the Fangzhen erupted in cheers, calls, and wild excitement, as if the girl who just sang wasn’t a college student but some idol star from somewhere.
However, in a corner of the Fangzhen, several girls wore no smiles.
They looked at the sparkling Bai Xiaonuo in the center with mixed feelings.
“What’s so good about her singing? She got the lyrics wrong and couldn’t keep the pitch,” said a pretty girl, “Why is everyone cheering for her?”
If not for Bai Xiaonuo, Cheng Cheng would probably be the most eye-catching girl in the entire class—maybe not the campus belle, but definitely the departmental flower.
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Right, she sings terribly.”
Two friends nearby lazily nodded in agreement.
“It’d be better if she just wasn’t here.” A sinister voice came from behind.
Cheng Cheng and her two friends instinctively nodded—yes, if Bai Xiaonuo had never appeared, like “if Yú was born, why was Liàng born.” With Bai Xiaonuo here, even an off-key song could overshadow Cheng Cheng’s professional-level singing.
The voice behind them continued: “In that case, let’s make her disappear.”
The three girls were nodding when they suddenly realized what was said.
“No no no, not that far.”
“Come on, come on, sis, that’s a bit too much.”
Cheng Cheng turned back, puzzled, to see a long-haired girl with an ordinary face and a gloomy expression.
Hmm… she couldn’t quite remember who she was in the class.
“You’re going too far,” Cheng Cheng said in a soft voice. “You’re joking, right?”
She was a bit jealous of Bai Xiaonuo, especially with her animal friends.
A few days ago, Cheng Cheng had encountered the Little White Cat of the academy’s headmaster and tried to pet it but was slapped away.
Though uninjured, the pain nearly made her cry.
If only Bai Xiaonuo could introduce her, so she could pet the cat too, sniffle.
Lost in thought, Cheng Cheng snapped back to find the gloomy girl had vanished.
“Who was that?” she asked her two companions.
“No idea,” one shook her head.
The other thought hard and recalled, “Her name’s Wang Meng. She sits behind me in class, always keeps to herself, and no one really talks to her.”
“She sounds weird.”
“Yeah, just a really weird person.”
The departmental flower and her little trio chatted casually and didn’t think much of it. Meanwhile, Bai Xiaonuo had stepped down from the stage, and it was Cheng Cheng’s turn to sing.
“Sigh.”
Bai Xiaonuo stepped off the stage, unusually feeling not so happy.
She rubbed her chest and muttered, “Actually, I’m not bad at singing. I can hit a few songs accurately.”
Like “The Insects Fly” or “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,” which the teacher taught in middle school.
“Then why don’t you sing those?” the Ancestor’s voice came from her chest.
“They’re all children’s songs,” Bai Xiaonuo’s small face soured, “not really suitable for my current mature image.”
“…”
The Ancestor understood now—she had some idol complex going on.
A heavenly voice began to echo from the center of the Fangzhen.
After listening for a while, Bai Xiaonuo couldn’t help but comment, “This girl sings pretty well.”