Luo Che watched as Bai Yuyou turned and walked away. His fist suddenly slammed against the railing in frustration, and he scrubbed his face with a rag—only to realize his cheek now stank when he noticed the rag he’d used.
"Damn it!"
At the same time, Bai Yuyou met up with Tang Keke. The girl was carrying a bucket and had noticed from a distance that Bai Yuyou seemed to be talking with Luo Che.
"Yuyou, what happened?"
The girl shook her head lightly.
"Nothing important..."
"Oh, alright. Let’s go to the club then."
......
School infirmary.
"Well, it’s about time to head to the club, right?" Ye Shuang packed up his things and noticed An Shiyu still lounging with her legs crossed, absorbed in her game. "I told you not to join the club if you were just going to laze around like this."
An Shiyu’s eyes remained fixed on the game screen, the flickering reflections dancing in her pupils as she replied nonchalantly,
"You go ahead. I’ll get there before you."
"Oh? Do you have some secret shortcut to the clubroom?" Ye Shuang chuckled.
"Yep. A Doraemon door," An Shiyu drawled lazily. "Pretty impressive, huh? Actually, I’m from the future, equipped with all kinds of high-tech gadgets."
"Sure, sure." Seeing that An Shiyu had no intention of moving, Ye Shuang had no choice but to leave the infirmary alone—there wasn’t much he could do. He’d just have to explain the situation to Zhixia and the others later.
After all, this "fish" was harder to control than a pig during New Year’s. Getting her to participate properly in club activities was nearly impossible. The moment something more interesting crossed her mind, she’d vanish without a trace.
As he walked down the school hallway, Ye Shuang felt his phone vibrate. Glancing at the screen, he recognized the number—it was a familiar police officer.
"Hello, Officer."
"Mr. Ye, this is Officer Mei from Plum Blossom Police Station. Xu Lan and her daughter have been detained. They’re asking if you’d be willing to provide a letter of understanding… in exchange for compensation for your losses."
"Compensation is non-negotiable, but there’s no way I’m writing any letter of understanding. Please proceed according to protocol."
"Understood." The officer didn’t push further and quickly ended the call.
The rest would be handled by Chen Qin’s lawyers. They’d definitely sue the mother and daughter—Chen Qin’s company had a formidable legal team. Making sure Xu Lan and her daughter joined Xu Huan for a family reunion behind bars wouldn’t be a problem.
Wrongdoing demands consequences. The world doesn’t bend just because you’re shameless.
Sometimes, people just don’t want to get dirty dealing with trash. Trash isn’t scary—what’s scary is letting it cling to you.
As he walked, Ye Shuang suddenly remembered something and pulled out his phone to search for that influencer with a million followers. The account was currently live.
He clicked in.
"Can all the pathetic losers flooding my livestream just drop dead?" The moment he entered, he saw Tang Niu applying thick, exaggerated makeup, her features almost inhumanly disproportionate. She batted her heavily mascaraed lashes.
"Those two women weren’t even lying, okay? They just exaggerated a little to get help. Even if they were slightly in the wrong, doesn’t that man share the blame too?"
"He’s a grown man—why can’t he just yield to women?"
"Maybe take a good look at yourself first, OK?"
Tang Niu rolled her eyes dramatically at the camera.
"666666, damn, is that how it is?"
"Queen, you’re stunning today."
"I won’t say a word until the 8U army arrives."
"That punch could split mountains."
"The most earth-shattering fist in Chang’an."
"Weren’t you supposed to quit the internet? Who’s that pancake face for?"
"……%￥#%……&……"
Tang Niu soon noticed her livestream’s engagement skyrocketing—though most were just there to insult her.
Unfazed, she smirked arrogantly. "Keep watching. Quitting the internet ≠ stopping my livestreams, OK?"
The barrage of comments continued to surge—
"The matriarchal energy just keeps rising."
"What even is this creature?"
"Love you, Tang Niu (go die)."
"Great, another brainwashed fan."
Just as Tang Niu basked in her self-satisfaction, her livestream suddenly got banned. She froze, her eyebrow pencil clattering to the floor.
"Huh? Why was my stream shut down?!"
The viewers, there for the drama, immediately noticed her abrupt disappearance.
"Banned?"
"Who knows? Maybe she paused to play Happy Beans?"
"Rumor has it the victims are suing those beauty bloggers, and Tang Niu’s one of them."
"HAHAHAHA this is so satisfying."
"Liars always pay the price."
"Best episode ever."
As Tang Niu’s screen went black, the comment section exploded with even more activity. Many immediately started making memes mocking her.
Ye Shuang had caught the tail end of the livestream. Influencers like Tang Niu, who thrived on stirring up controversy, only had themselves to blame when the flames they fanned turned on them.
By then, he’d reached the Light Music Club’s activity room.
Pushing the door open—
Zhixia and the others were already there. They greeted him with smiles. "Mr. Ye!"
"Zhixia, about An Shiyu—" Ye Shuang’s words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the corner of the room. There sat An Shiyu, wearing yellow Pikachu headphones, twirling a drumstick between her fingers.
"What about An Shiyu?" Zhixia asked curiously.
An Shiyu glanced over, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"You…" Ye Shuang mentally calculated the time it had taken him to walk here. Even if he’d been slightly distracted by his phone, he hadn’t dawdled.
How the hell had An Shiyu gotten here first?
"How long has An Shiyu been here?" Ye Shuang asked Zhixia.
Zhixia blinked and checked her watch. "Hmm… she arrived just a few minutes ago. Less than ten, definitely."
Ye Shuang: "……"
"Do you really have a Doraemon door?" Ye Shuang stared at An Shiyu, half-convinced this girl might actually be from the future.
"Yep."
"Where is it?"
"Under my skirt." An Shiyu lifted the hem of her pleated skirt slightly, pulling out her phone to record. "Come on in, old man."
"Like hell I will?! Are you filming your own crime evidence?!"
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