The landlady came again the next day — and this time, she brought her two sons along for backup.
How do we know they were there for moral support and not matchmaking?
Because from the moment they entered, she never let go of her eldest son’s hand — only by doing that could she speak coherently.
Otherwise, she’d start stammering.
Her eldest son, sporting a short, military-style haircut, was very polite.
Although dressed casually, his manners were refined — clearly a seasoned professional.
At 30 years old, he worked as an HR manager at an IT company.
He was clearly used to dealing with all types of people and wasn’t the least bit fooled by the elegance, nobility, and purity of Miss Hua Ru.
Her younger son, though — at just 25 — clearly hadn’t seen much of the world.
He was completely overwhelmed by the gentle, kind, and graceful presence of Miss Hua Ru.
This red-haired young man couldn’t meet her eyes.
Like his mother, his gaze kept darting around, avoiding lingering on the girl for even a second.
The room was impossibly tidy.
This building had eight floors, with three units per floor — each a two-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom setup.
Among all the tenants, it was clear that Hua Hualong’s place — Unit 801 — was the cleanest.
The landlady often used that guy as an example to educate other tenants — and her own sons:
“Why can’t you be like the young man in 801? You can’t even find a scrap of paper in his room. His floor is so clean, it practically reflects like a mirror.”
Reflect like a mirror?
Thinking back to his mother’s constant lectures, the red-haired younger son involuntarily looked down at the floor.
And at this moment… Miss Hua Ru was wearing a pure white Bohemian-style sheer maxi dress.
Let’s consult the great mathematicians, physicists, and musicians — or maybe Van Gogh — to solve this international-level problem.
Assume Miss Hua Ru’s panties are point B, her hips are point C, and her skirt hem is point A.
Hip circumference is 86 cm, leg length is 88 cm, heel height is 5 cm, and the distance from the skirt hem to the ground is 10 cm.
Given ∠BCA is a right triangle where ∠C = 90°.
Assume the hypotenuse BA = c, leg BC = a, and leg CA = b.
Then:
a = 86 ÷ 3.14 ÷ 2 ≈ 13.69 cm
b = 88 + 5 – 10 = 83 cm
Using the Pythagorean theorem:
a² + b² = c²
13.69² + 83² ≈ 84.12²
Given ∠C = 90°:
cos∠B = a ÷ c ≈ 13.69² ÷ 84.12² ≈ 0.1627
∠B = arccos(0.1627) ≈ 80.64°
∠A = 90° – ∠B = 9.36°
Now in plain language:
Since our gentle, virtuous, elegant Miss Hua Ru was wearing a long skirt, our poor red-haired boy, even if he wanted to peek at her panties via the reflection in the floor, would have a very hard time.
Unless his line of sight formed an angle less than 9.36° with her hips, he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
Even on the Moon or Mars, as long as the viewing angle is less than 9.36°, you’d catch a glimpse of the panties.
Or put another way: his head would need to be very close to Miss Hua Ru’s butt — within 13.69 cm — in order to see the panties reflected on the floor.
He was going mad.
Yes, driven insane by his own pervy thoughts.
What’s so wrong with a guy being a little pervy?
But even when he wanted to be pervy, that damn long skirt got in the way.
Look at him!
His eyes were about to pop out, completely locked on that gleaming floor.
Even if he couldn’t see the panties, he could still see the gentle sway of her round hips as she breathed and spoke — all through the reflection.
No one noticed his breathing growing heavier and heavier.
He could hardly contain the growing desire in his chest.
Even as his fists clenched so tightly they turned white, the fire inside him only burned hotter.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he lunged at Miss Hua Ru.
In front of everyone’s stunned faces — he lifted her skirt.
White! I knew it was white!
How could such thin fabric not show through if it weren’t white?
White — just as I thought! I’m a genius!
…
“I’m terribly sorry! Terribly sorry!”
The elder brother bowed for the tenth time.
“Please, don’t do that again next time. I’d be very troubled by it.”
Troubled your ass! That filthy little pervert dared to touch my clothes with his disgusting hands! One day, I’m going to chop off his damn hands! CHOP! THEM! OFF!
Since she still had to play the part of a gentle, virtuous, elegant young lady, she had to mind her words.
She couldn’t say things like “It’s fine,” “I don’t mind,” or “No big deal, I’m not bothered.”
Because wouldn’t that make her a complete pushover?
Even a girl with no shame wouldn’t stay silent if someone lifted her skirt in public, right?
So, she had to watch her words — even when being modest, she had to choose her audience wisely.
Of course, the landlady ended up waiving the rent as compensation.
She’d originally come to collect it, but after this incident, a full quarter’s rent was forgiven.
But would our Miss Hua Ru — who’s read Andersen’s Fairy Tales and Grimm’s Fairy Tales six times — really care about just 5,000 yuan?
Well… yes, actually.
She paid the rent on behalf of the ever-absent Hua Hualong.
That guy had always been broke.
Even though he’d used schemes to bring down five of his former bosses in a row, he was eventually fired due to personal vendettas.
Lately, he’d been staying home for two months to “clear his head,” but had ended up getting addicted to staying indoors — with no intention of job hunting.
So yes, the 5,000 yuan did matter.
Even if he had ties to the dark web now, he still cared about money.
After all, 100 yuan equals 1 point — and 5,000 yuan means 50 points.
That’s enough to buy a decent used van.
After closing the door, she took off her clothes and threw them into the washing machine.
The floor had also gathered some dust — thanks to the three “vermin” who had just trampled through — so she had no choice but to take out the vacuum cleaner and mop and go over everything again.
It wasn’t until noon that she finally finished tidying up — completely throwing off her original schedule for the day.
According to the plan, our elegant, divine, noble Miss Hua Ru had intended to cook a pot of curry rice for lunch.
After all, it had been a while since she’d tasted it, and she’d started craving that flavor again.
After lunch was supposed to be stakeout time in the QQ group, because according to the rules, the maximum “safe time” is only 72 hours.
Each time someone returns alive from the Dark World, they get a 72-hour window of safety — during which they won’t be “called out.”
But once that time expires, you can be selected at any moment — even in the middle of the night.
Once you’re “called out,” you have to start preparing for battle.
The preparation depends on which group members were selected.
Just like last time, when LeftHandForFriendship ran a kilometer-long race — he had specifically spent 1,000 points to swap into a new body after seeing that sinAmaterasu, a known battle maniac, had been picked too.
So, our Miss Hua Ru had deliberately saved 500 points without spending them, just to see whose name would be called next.
While she didn’t have access to group member profiles, someone surely did — and as long as you’re willing to pay the points, you could buy that intel.
But all of that planning got thrown off — thanks to the landlady and that apprentice of Saten Ruiko.