It felt awful—like being forced to sleep while tormented by a high fever—followed immediately by unstoppable nightmares.
Countless nightmarish, ghostly shadows swept through her senses, as if they were everywhere, densely crowding every corner of her consciousness.
Only when a gentle, delicate power appeared, slowly easing all the agony like a slow-release ibuprofen, did Su Mu’s breathing finally steady.
She passed the night in peace and slept soundly all the way until noon the next day.
Realizing she was being tightly wrapped in a warm embrace, Su Mu instinctively thought it was Luo Jialan.
But she quickly noticed the mismatch in size—the unique soft warmth couldn’t possibly come from Jialan’s petite frame.
So she immediately frowned, about to scold that certain big yellow duck for another nighttime sneak attack.
But she soon realized what was actually happening and abruptly opened her eyes.
Just as she was about to struggle free from the arms encircling her and get up to look, she hesitated.
A moment later, she chose instead to silently burrow deeper into that comforting warmth she couldn’t bear to leave.
She began to tremble slightly, burying her face in the blanket to muffle the sound of her sobbing.
‘I’m so pathetic.’
After a while, Su Mu stopped crying, but she still refused to leave and didn’t want to think about what had actually happened.
Right now, what enveloped her was precious peace.
Even though she knew there were things she had to do, she was willing to remain trapped here.
Su Mu knew that once Su Ya woke up, she probably still wouldn’t get any answers.
Her mother had too many secrets she refused to share, believing they were burdens Su Mu couldn’t bear.
But at this moment, Su Mu suddenly felt relieved.
She didn’t need to interrogate aggressively.
She would use her own eyes to confirm everything.
And once she understood the hidden truths that had been concealed from her, perhaps she would finally have the courage and strength to face them directly—instead of stumbling blindly into mistakes driven by recklessness.
She had slept long enough.
It was time to wake up.
Su Mu still sat up.
Though she knew Su Ya wouldn’t be startled awake by her movements, she still tried to keep every action as gentle as possible and carefully tucked the blanket back around her.
Only after she habitually sat down in the bathroom did she suddenly realize something in surprise—her body had returned to normal.
Well, “normal” wasn’t entirely accurate.
She was currently in the middle of puberty at fifteen; her body hadn’t fully developed yet, which was why she hadn’t noticed anything unusual earlier.
The feeling of gaining something only to lose it again didn’t stir much emotion in her heart.
After that sweet month with Lando, she had already clearly understood one thing: she could never go back to how things used to be.
This change, however, did confirm one suspicion—that her turning into a girl after using the transformation device probably had little to do with Tang Nai.
The real reason was most likely connected to Su Ya.
That was also why she had always looked so “delicate” since childhood.
There were no bras at home that would fit properly, so she simply used some bandages to make do for now.
She’d deal with daily-life matters later.
Right now, the priority was completing her daily tasks on the forum.
Having walked through the gates of hell once, what was engraved in her mind wasn’t just pain and the will to survive—there was also the unprecedented look of anxiety on Su Ya’s face last night.
Becoming a strange person wasn’t her choice.
Becoming a magical girl had also happened in a daze.
But her goal had never changed: she just wanted to live happily.
So no matter how vicious the curses or insults thrown at her, they couldn’t truly hurt Su Mu.
That crowd of people—who weren’t even strange people themselves—were constantly engaged in pointless online arguments at all hours, simply to gain a fleeting sense of superiority from hurting others with words.
The reason they snapped back at Su Mu probably wasn’t because they felt genuinely offended, but because it awakened their barely suppressed urge to hurl abuse.
That’s also why Su Mu could only harvest such scant amounts of dark magic power.
Silent people usually stay quiet.
Noisy people are always looking for a place to dump their verbal garbage, then use that nutrient-free, nauseating trash talk to pollute everyone else until the whole environment reeks.
And after doing so, they still have the nerve to call the ruined space a “toilet” and smugly walk away.
Su Mu wasn’t planning to use any of this to justify her upcoming actions.
She simply found it laughable.
She was the one who had been chased and bitten all along, occasionally stopping to bite back, and in the end covered in scars.
She opened the forum, cleared out the useless private messages, and began browsing Mi Xian’s threads.
Memories from the past were unreliable.
She needed real experience to guide her.
As long as she observed enough, she believed she could recreate it—and create even more infuriating chaos.
“A bunch of small fry~ If you’ve got the guts, come find me nya~ Wanna bet I’ll shove steel plugs in your mouths and use you as pacifiers?”
…Yeah, it seems Mi Xian’s attack style isn’t really suitable for learning.
This girl is probably just naturally bad at this kind of thing.
“Small fry” doesn’t have any real offensive power—in fact, it might even trigger some weird fetish in the other party.
Is it because it’s a loanword and doesn’t fit the local culture?
Sakura culture comes from a fishing-hunting background, so “small fry.”
Here we’re agrarian, so we should use “mongrel” instead.
Mongrel, mongrel~
A mischievous smile curved Su Mu’s lips.
She immediately decided to run a little test on someone.
“@Invincible Cosmic Tyrannosaur Warrior mongrel”
“You better watch your mouth!”
Seeing the reaction, Su Mu couldn’t help laughing out loud.
It was as if some awful, wicked interest had awakened inside her.
At that moment, her expression actually bore a striking resemblance to Tang Nai’s.
The other person really had gotten angry—Su Mu could feel it clearly—but this method was naturally just a drop in the bucket.
She needed to attract as much attention as possible.
She needed to build followers, build visibility.
And that inevitably made her think back to her failure yesterday.
Because Luo Jialan had always been so gentle with her, she couldn’t bear to gain attention in this kind of way.
But when Su Mu thought about it carefully… wasn’t the strange connection between them born precisely because of something like this?
“All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.”
‘If I went back in time only to reenact everything exactly the same way, wouldn’t that be a little too cowardly?’
“Adapted from real events. Dedicated to my beloved Jialanduo.”
‘She was the one who messed around. I was the one who got teased. In a certain sense, this could become a romance story unlike any before.’
“B City, He Ping Road, inside a certain dojo called Linglan—that is where the magical girl Irina resides.”
By the time she wrote this, Su Mu’s face was already flushed red.
After all, openly recounting the embarrassing things that had happened to her still posed something of a psychological challenge.
“I-I can’t take it anymore… haah… hah… you jerk, how long are you planning to stay on me?”
Start with a confusing, suggestive line of dialogue, then—
“Who told you to spill it everywhere? Gotta wipe it clean, right?”
Su Mu’s gaze drifted slightly.
Before her eyes, she could once again see that petite blue-haired girl, holding a half-spilled cup of milk tea in one hand while using a towel to wipe the wet patch on Su Mu’s shirt with the other.
Of course, every so often her movements would just happen to brush against the sensitive skin of Su Mu’s lower abdomen.
The corner of Luo Jialan’s mouth carried a faint smile.
Every strand of her water-blue hair sparkled with gentle color under the sunlight streaming in.
“Don’t go back tonight. Stay over at my place. I’ll feed you down there.”