Su Yao couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled. Her situation was different from Oyster Sauce’s, and many things might not be universally applicable, so she needed to consider everything carefully.
After returning home, she sat straight down on the sofa, unlocked her phone, and opened her chat app. Scrolling up and down through her contacts, Su Yao never entered Oyster Sauce’s chat. She was wondering how she should start the conversation.
If she asked directly, it would seem too purposeful.
She glanced at the time. It was only a little past three. Since the school was close to home, Su Yao had come back quite early. She lay down on the sofa, kicked off her fluffy slippers, and hooked her feet over the sofa’s armrest, crossing her legs.
Her phone rested on her chest. She had gotten used to the weight of TuTu, and also that feeling of her chest being pressed down. Both hands still needed to hold it in place. This posture wasn’t comfortable, so she retracted her legs and braced them against the armrest, slowly pushing herself over to the other end. With her head resting on the opposite armrest, the slope of her chest was just right to cradle the phone.
Bored, Su Yao started swiping through short videos. In a daze, she remembered there was still something she hadn’t done. With a whoosh, she sat up, forgetting to grab the phone on her chest, which promptly fell onto the sofa and rolled onto the floor.
“……”
She sucked in a breath, quickly picking it up.
Thankfully, the screen wasn’t shattered. Su Yao gently patted her chest, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Then, in her chat with Oyster Sauce, she sent the classic two characters and a question mark: “Are you there?”
Looking at the chat record, the last conversation had been quite a while ago. She had no idea how Oyster Sauce was doing now—she hoped everything was well.
Su Yao stared intently at the phone screen, afraid to miss the instant a reply arrived.
But Oyster Sauce seemed to be taking a long time to respond. Who knew what she was up to? It was broad daylight, so it was unlikely she was up to anything bad. She was probably still—
Inside the classroom at school, Mu Nanqiu was looking at the book on her desk. Actually, at her stage, she could have started working hard last semester. The major she had picked was just some random one that looked pleasing to her eye. Studying the liberal arts, especially pure literature, made it hard to find a job after graduation. So during school, one needed to get quite a few certifications. Mu Nanqiu had no such worries; it was her natural advantage. She could do whatever she wanted without any pressure, without caring much about the consequences.
Fortunately, Mrs. Mu’s education only led Mu Nanqiu to develop a rebellious streak against her mother personally. Compared to the other heiresses, Mu Nanqiu was already quite low-key, but there were always people who liked to use her for publicity.
Being famous had its advantages. Some wanted to enter certain circles, some simply for vanity.
What did she want?
Mu Nanqiu closed her book and let out a gentle sigh. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make a move last night—her dear YaoYao was just too tempting—but at least on the first day she needed to act decent for a while. If she did something bad as soon as she walked in the door, wouldn’t things get even wilder in the future?
She’d probably keep playing the good guy for a while longer before baring her fangs.
No, why not just tonight?
While Mu Nanqiu was turning this over in her mind, a girl sat down beside her.
“Aqiu, what are you thinking about?”
“…..”
The girl smiled with pursed lips and whispered, “Aqiu, are you thinking about your Mantou-sensei?”
Mu Nanqiu ignored her and looked at her phone. Only then did she notice that her alt account had received a message. The girl sneakily peeked at the screen and was astonished. Was it really Mantou-sensei?
She didn’t actually know Mantou-sensei; she’d only heard the rumors.
She had thought it was just gossip, but now it seemed to be true.
“Aren’t you going to reply?”
“Yan, can’t you just shut up?”
Mu Nanqiu shot a glare at this girl in front of her. Mantou-sensei had just sent a simple “Are you there?”, not even saying what she wanted. Mu Nanqiu was a bit curious as to why Su was suddenly contacting her alt account. Having just moved into her house, so much had happened—it was natural to want to talk to someone about it. Chatting with a net friend like Oyster Sauce wouldn’t involve real-life entanglements, so she could speak freely.
She had originally thought Su Yao wanted to show off to Oyster Sauce, but Mu Nanqiu had clearly misjudged her.
Mantou-sensei: “Oyster Sauce, how did you manage to get to home base?”
Mantou-sensei: “Ahem, I’m just curious…………”
Mantou-sensei: “Don’t read too much into it!”
A clumsy cover-up. Mu Nanqiu almost wanted to laugh. She never thought Su Yao would be this impatient.
Mu Nanqiu smiled gently, then looked up at the Yan Young Lady in front of her and scolded, “Go away.”
Yan Young Lady’s eyes flashed with confusion. Could falling in love really change a person this much?
She left, carrying her doubts, but still secretly watched her best friend’s expression—the calm mixed with excitement looked every bit like someone about to do something naughty. Yan Young Lady suddenly felt a little envious.
“Tsk, should I find someone to try it with too?”
She actually had quite a bit of romantic experience—over a dozen relationships, changing every few months—but her orientation was normal, which was a bit different from Mu Nanqiu.
Mu Nanqiu, as Oyster Sauce, replied to Su Yao.
“It’s simple, just go for it—stack Converging Blades with Deadly Tempo.”
“Huh?”
Su Yao stared at the words on the screen, bewildered. Was Oyster Sauce replying to the wrong person? But thinking carefully, that line seemed to make some sense.
“Oyster Sauce, can you be a bit more specific?”
“Start by touching.”
“Touch what?”
“Anywhere is fine, then start rubbing. I especially love it when a cute Little Sister snuggles up in my arms acting spoiled. That’s just the best~”
She pictured herself lying in Mu Nanqiu’s embrace, gazing up with affectionate eyes while acting coquettish. The fantasy was almost too much to handle.
Su Yao was startled by her own imagination, swallowing hard.
Her feet suddenly felt a bit cold. She shrank back, curled up in the corner of the sofa, and squinted at the words on her phone screen.
“Is Mantou-sensei about to do something big? Be sure to tell me how it goes! I love hearing about this stuff.”
Damn it, get lost you pervert!
No way she’d talk about that. Fuming, Su Yao called Oyster Sauce a pervert a few more times, then went online to look up some related knowledge.
Afterward, she glanced at her own hand.
Her nails hadn’t been trimmed for a while and were a bit too long. She quickly found the nail clippers and gave herself a trim.
Oyster Sauce had told her that when the time comes, it will come. Even if separated by a thousand miles, one can take a three-hour high-speed rail ride to her home. So Mantou-sensei must always be fully prepared.
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