Is this considered a hangover? I’m not really sure, but memories from last night are surfacing bit by bit.
The fruit wine at the celebration banquet was unexpectedly strong. I’d only planned to drink one bottle to satisfy my craving, but ended up losing myself under the envious gazes of my classmates, downing bottle after bottle. Thankfully, my roommate arrived just in time to take me back to the Bedroom but later I realized it wasn’t my roommate at all, but the heroine of the plot, Shen Ning, and I just happened to make her really angry.
How exactly did I make her so angry? Chuyao couldn’t remember clearly she only recalled that she seemed to have told a funny story.
But just how mad was she? Xu Chuyao quietly glanced at her System balance. Goodness, yesterday there were only a few hundred points, but today it’s already closing in on two thousand.
Later, she remembered a cold, cool fingertip, full of burning, shy love, as if the sky was shattering and the earth crumbling, the seas drying up and the rocks turning to dust.
In the end, she was loved until she passed out.
After sorting through her thoughts, Xu Chuyao glared fiercely at the girl, puffing out her little cheeks:
“Perverted bottom-feeder!”
“You see, what did I say? The first thing she does when she wakes up is curse you.”
It was fine. Shen Ning felt that it was reasonable this time, getting cursed was normal under the circumstances.
After cursing, Xu Chuyao started checking her own condition.
“Wiped me down? I guess you’re still somewhat human. Hmph, what’s this, your panties?”
Xu Chuyao noticed that her own underwear had been swapped for a clean pair. Looking closely, her little mouth formed an ‘O’:
“Haha, elementary schooler’s pure white cotton.”
“You see, what did I say? If she’s not cursing you when she wakes up, she’s making fun of you.”
This time, it really was for no reason.
But even so, Shen Ning only got a little annoyed, not even bothering to give her any Counter Villain Value. Maybe it was because last night was just too good, and her heart was still tingling.
She thought to herself, Chuyao is just a little cuter when she’s sleeping or being loved.
Just then, the Bedroom door was gently knocked twice.
“Coming~”
Shen Ning spoke as she walked over and opened the door, only to find a girl with short, water-blue hair standing outside.
“Hello,” Mi Xiaoshuang said politely, “My roommate got lost. Can I claim her back?”
The way she looked, it was less like lost and found and more like coming to bail someone out.
Xu Chuyao excitedly scrambled down from the bed.
“Mi Xiaoshuang! You finally came. I knew you’d come to rescue—ow, my waist is soft, help me up.”
A few minutes later, Xu Chuyao and Mi Xiaolu left, heading back to where they belonged.
Shen Ning tidied up the wet bedding, holding it in her arms and examining it.
It all began with an accident and an angry mood, but in the end, she enjoyed the most wonderful night of her life.
It was just like her relationship with Xu Chuyao, starting off as an accident, constantly being messed with like sworn enemies, always angry, yet in the end becoming the closest of lovers.
“How about not washing it?” The Decadent Reflection suggested, “Anyway, in winter, the quilt won’t dry out.”
The Sexually Repressed Reflection silently gave it a side-eye: “You know, you’re pretty repressed too.”
On the other side, Xu Chuyao and Mi Xiaolu returned to their own Bedroom and climbed onto their own cozy little beds.
“Ugh, that damned Shen Ning, she really doesn’t know how to cherish a delicate flower. Ow, my tummy… Hey, Xiaolu, aren’t you even a little curious? Aren’t you going to ask about my ordeal last night?”
Her roommate was too calm, Chuyao just couldn’t hold it in.
Mi Xiaolu sighed, “Because I thought something like this should’ve happened a week ago. I didn’t expect it to drag out till now. Shen Ning really is pure.”
“Pure? You call her—” Xu Chuyao huffed, “You have no idea. Last night, she was fierce—fast and ruthless, just like a High Frequency Typing Machine! If I weren’t so sturdy, you wouldn’t even see me alive today.”
To accuse the girl of being an S-class perverted bottom-feeder, she exaggerated everything, making it sound like only the heavens could produce such a hand, and its appearance in the mortal world was a miracle.
“Besides, this morning… no, this afternoon, when I woke up, I was facing off with her. If you hadn’t shown up…”
At this point, Xu Chuyao suddenly froze, her mind racing, and she blurted out:
“Oh no~!”
Her dramatic tone startled Mi Xiaolu. “What’s wrong?”
“You came too early! I didn’t even get a chance to mock her for her performance last night!”
Although Chuyao had indeed been loved until she fainted, setting aside the facts, Shen Ning’s performance last night didn’t have a single ‘chrysanthemum’ move.
That seamless weaving of normal attacks and General Attacks—the 5A Level Operation—was worth a solid half-minute of hearty laughter, and would’ve netted her at least several hundred Counter Villain Value.
Mi Xiaolu was speechless. “Then I won’t come next time?”
“Ahem, that’s not it. Just… wait a few more minutes next time.”
If she really didn’t come, Xu Chuyao was worried Shen Ning might take advantage of her anger for another round of love.
After that odd conversation, Mi Xiaolu finally remembered the important matter. “Last night, Li Laoshi was looking for you, the Culture Class teacher. She said to let her know when you woke up.”
“Li Xueli?”
The final exams are over. What does she want with me? Is there a culture question she needs to consult me about?
Xu Chuyao took out her phone, found Li Xueli’s profile in the class QQ group, and clicked to private message her.
[Chuyao Doesn’t Want to Eat Her Hands: Li Xueli, I heard you were looking for me?]
After sending the message, she put her phone aside and pretended to go back to sleep, but in reality, she was counting up her gains from last night.
One time, 500 points. Another time, 200 points. Then 600 points. In total, she’d earned 1,300 Counter Villain Value with tears and sweat in a single morning. Added to what she’d saved before, it was enough for a ten-pull, with a few hundred left over.
Stop talking, let me draw!
[Drawing now. Gulu gulu gulu… Congratulations, Host, you’ve received the following rewards.]
She skipped over all those white and black stockings and suspenders, and amid the golden light, finally found what she wanted most right now—
[Skill: Air Pressure Gauntlet
Description: Condense Spirit Power into both hands, forming a pair of small boxing gloves, which can “smash” enemies at close range.
Review: Looks simple, but very practical. Low Spirit Power consumption, great for prolonged battles.]
Xu Chuyao twisted her body, forming small fists with both hands and tried out the skill. The air around her pink fists shimmered slightly, as if she was really wearing a pair of invisible boxing gloves.
Nice! Nice! Nice!
Now I finally have a skill! I really want to drag Shi Lei and the others over to show them right now.
Even though those two boys in Fifth Grade reached the second stage earlier than her, their realms were only a bit higher, and they had a little more Spirit Power. But mastering a skill put her a cut above the rest. From now on, she was the Second Combat Power in the Special Team.
Hehehe.
Her phone showed a new message. She picked it up—it was a reply from Li Xueli.
[Culture Class Li Xueli: Wonderful, Xu Chuyao, you’re finally awake. There’s something I’d like to talk to you about privately. Are you free this afternoon? I’ll be waiting for you under the tent at the service center opposite your dormitory building.]
Wow, so polite! She’s almost using honorifics. Is she really coming to ask me about culture questions?
No, that’s not right. If it really was a “cultural exchange,” she wouldn’t say it like this.
Xu Chuyao thought for a moment, then rolled out of bed.
Mi Xiaolu: “You’re not sleeping anymore?”
“Not sleeping. I’m going to meet Li Xueli. I feel like it’s something pretty important.”