When the sun rises, hope floods the earth with the dawn. The Big Thunder Girl stretched lazily, as if a beautiful day was dancing on her chest.
In simple terms: the sky cleared, the rain stopped, and Xu Chuyao felt back in top shape. Although the inhuman “treatment” she endured last night was still fresh in her memory, after a night’s sleep, she no longer felt any pain when recalling it.
She might even say it was a little enjoyable… Ahem, pure girls don’t talk about that.
“Get up! Oh right, Xiaolu, I have to serve as the lead interrogator this morning to question those three prisoners we captured yesterday. You go to class by yourself.”
Mi Xiaolu replied with a simple “1,” meaning she was going to lie down a bit longer.
“Young people these days, seriously, too fond of sleeping in. Why can’t they be like me—early to bed, early to rise, a healthy young lady!”
Said Xu Chuyao, who had gone to sleep early not by choice, but because she was too exhausted from the “beating” and didn’t even play on her phone.
There were several messages on her phone calling her to the office building. Not wasting time, Xu Chuyao washed up, put on a clean and pure college-girl outfit, had a simple breakfast, and headed straight there.
Yu Jing greeted her downstairs. Normally dressed casually, the homeroom teacher was surprisingly in formal wear today.
“There’ll be a lot of people present today, including school leaders. But they’re just observers this time—you’re the star.”
The star, huh? But I’m playing the villain’s role. Still, villain or not, Xu Chuyao didn’t actually want to wreck the world like those true bad guys—that would make her own life miserable.
Better to just target the heroine.
As they walked upstairs, it was clear this interrogation was a big deal. School leadership had arrived early, and Xu Chuyao recognized many familiar faces. By “familiar,” she meant those who gave mind-numbing speeches at the opening ceremony.
“Everyone’s here already,” Chuyao muttered. “I took a little longer because of breakfast.”
She really seemed to be the last to arrive.
Yu Jing didn’t scold her for being late. Instead, she asked, “Did you sleep well last night?”
“Pretty well,” Chuyao answered immediately. “Didn’t play on my phone, went to bed early.”
“Very good,” Yu Jing nodded approvingly.
Not playing on the phone and sleeping early meant she was serious about today. Sleeping well without anxiety showed a strong mental state.
What Yu Jing didn’t know was what her two students had actually done last night. If she did, she might revise that judgment.
The interrogation room was large, but the three clowns were kept in a small dark room behind a glass wall. On the other side of the glass sat the school’s leadership, guests from other schools, and high-ranking administrators—most appearing via video screens on the wall, just like the last conference.
Long Jun, head of the security department, still occupied the biggest video feed in the center. When he saw Xu Chuyao enter, he nodded at her:
“Now that the lead interrogator is here, let’s begin.”
With that, all eyes turned to her. Under their various expressions, Xu Chuyao walked slowly to the center. A public desk stood there, with a microphone to communicate with the clowns and a chair reserved just for her.
The sunlight streamed through the window. With a low murmur, the girl opened her eyes, a wine-red glow flickering in her pupils.
“Morning already… So it was a dream.”
Of course it was. If it wasn’t a dream, why couldn’t she clearly see what her hands were doing?
Shen Ning had a dream. It felt incredibly real, probably because of what happened last night. In the dream, she once again pinned Xu Chuyao to the bed. The difference was that this time it lasted longer, had more steps, felt even better—and Chuyao’s moans were even cuter.
The only downside was that she couldn’t see what she was doing. The effects were great, though. Dreaming, she thought maybe Chuyao’s large chest was blocking her view. Only now did she realize—it was a dream.
Unless the system’s Reflection function could help inside dreams, she just couldn’t visualize it. Shen Ning glanced at the single remaining [1] Achievement Point and had this random thought.
No—she had realized it already. Tactical combat support cost Achievement Points. But for things related to grass-like Xu Chuyao, the system’s Reflection always popped out automatically.
She sat on the bed to gather herself, about to get up—then suddenly remembered she needed to change her panties. In the dream, Chuyao had accidentally made a mess on them, and the thought had stuck with her the whole time…
Wait, could a dream affect reality?
Lifting the blanket, she looked—and sure enough, there it was.
All Xu Chuyao’s fault. She was the one who made a mess.
Half an hour later, Shen Ning arrived at the morning study classroom. As soon as she entered, she saw Little Snow giving her a sly wink.
“I stayed up all night digging through old newspapers and found some really juicy stuff.”
Some spent the night dreaming, others spent the night gathering intel. Judging from his energized expression, Shen Ning knew he must’ve found something shocking.
Xu Chuyao—senior student at Ascension Spirit Academy, Main Capital Division. Exceptionally talented, she had shown remarkable analytical ability in handling special incidents. As commander of a special task force, she completed her first mission with zero casualties, wiped out the enemy, and even captured three prisoners.
Everyone present had read this lead interrogator’s file many times. The Ascension Spirit Academy leaders were all smiling. To them, interrogating three unimportant prisoners (who likely didn’t know much anyway) wasn’t the real point. The real highlight was their student sitting there—front and center.
Meanwhile, the others watching remotely had more complicated feelings. Xu Chuyao’s accomplishment was great, sure, but it was only one mission. Maybe she just got lucky. Also, she had been directly appointed commander, unlike students from other schools who required teacher or leadership approval. There wasn’t even a control group for comparison. What if their students could have succeeded as well?
Then again, these were just idle thoughts. Next time, they still wouldn’t hand over command to a student.
“Well then,” Xu Chuyao sat at the desk, rested her cheek on one hand, and said sweetly, “Let’s get started~”
The three clowns, tied up behind the glass, stared at the Big Thunder Girl with complicated expressions. This sweet and innocent-looking girl had been seen as an easy target yesterday—a hostage to grab.
Little did they know, those tiny pink fists of hers would become the last straw that crushed them.
Now, trapped like beasts in a cage, they heard her say:
“Let’s start with the basics. Who are you, and where are you from?”
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