"That guy said he could get good grades on his own, so he doesn't need me anymore." Anshi Yi shrugged as she spoke, then glanced at the white lab coat Ye Shuang was wearing. "All that white—isn't it easy to get dirty?"
"It's fine, I'm pretty careful." Ye Shuang tugged at his coat and added, "Besides, the lab coat in the school clinic is basically just for show—it's like telling people, 'this person is the school doctor.'"
That was about it.
Even though Ye Shuang didn't have to wear it, he felt that putting it on gave him a sense of actually relaxing in the academy. Yeah, relaxing—there was something indescribably soothing about it.
"Pretty careful?" Hearing Ye Shuang say that, Anshi Yi swung her legs slightly, then sized up his lab coat. "What if I hock a loogie on you? That would stain it, right?"
Ye Shuang was left speechless. "Can you not be so gross?"
"Eh, it's fine." Anshi Yi said, then slid straight down from the tree branch and hopped onto Ye Shuang's back. "Hehe."
The sudden move made Ye Shuang stumble backward, almost losing his balance, and his hand instinctively grabbed Anshi Yi's rear. "Hey, don't just jump down like that!"
"No worries, no worries—my pantyhose today feel pretty nice, right?" Anshi Yi said, wiggling a little as she whispered into Ye Shuang's ear.
"Who the hell cares about that?!"
"Get down now."
Seeing that Ye Shuang was about to get angry, Anshi Yi finally hopped off and landed on her feet like a carefree fish. She reached out and brushed the dust off her skirt, then asked, "Oh yeah, old man—aren't you supposed to be in the clinic? Why are you out here?"
"Missing me?" Anshi Yi continued.
"How did you even get to that?" Ye Shuang said.
Anshi Yi put one hand on her hip and tilted her head with confidence. "Because I'm adorable."
"Not as adorable as Yu You."
Anshi Yi said, "So that's your type, huh? Messing with a clueless person is a crime, you know."
"Yu You isn't clueless..." Ye Shuang said, though he felt like her words were a bit off—but he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he said, "I just came out to get some air."
His CPU had been smoking from dealing with Mao Mao earlier, so he needed a break to cool his brain down.
At that moment, Ye Shuang glanced at the tree trunk nearby. Had Anshi Yi seriously been up there all morning?
Wearing a skirt like that, wouldn't she be flashing people?
"Want me to show you?" Anshi Yi asked.
Ye Shuang blinked. "How did you know what I was thinking again?"
"Aren't you always just trying to study the patterns on girls' underwear?"
"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?"
"Well, I'm thirsty." Anshi Yi stood next to Ye Shuang, nudging him with her elbow. "Buy me a cola."
"Fine, whatever." Ye Shuang didn't really mind. He scanned the area nearby and finally spotted a vending machine not far off—since they were close to the running track, the academy had plenty of vending machines set up to keep the drink supply stocked. Otherwise, walking to the convenience store would take a while.
With the super-memory fish in tow, the two of them walked over to the vending machine. Just as Ye Shuang was about to pull out his phone to buy a drink, his movement froze. "Ah..."
His pockets were empty. Thinking about it, he realized he hadn't brought his phone when he came out for a breather.
Anshi Yi noticed him spacing out and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I left my phone in the clinic. Didn't bring it out," Ye Shuang explained.
Anshi Yi looked thoughtful. "An excuse?"
"I'm not going to cheap out on a can of cola," Ye Shuang said helplessly. Had he really fallen that low?
He was still the CEO of a publicly listed company, for crying out loud. It wasn't like he couldn't afford a bottle of soda.
"Hey, the richer you are, the stingier you get. Why don't you Venmo me 500 and show me your real wealth?" Anshi Yi extended her hand, palm clean and pale.
"I'll Venmo you 500 hand chops instead." Ye Shuang said, then continued, "You pay for it—I'll transfer the money back when we get back. That counts, right?"
Anshi Yi spread both hands. "But I didn't bring my phone either."
Now it was Ye Shuang's turn not to believe her. Seeing his skeptical look, Anshi Yi said, "What? Don't I seem trustworthy?"
"Do you?"
"Don't I? If you don't believe me, feel my pockets."
"..." Ye Shuang had no idea how the nonsense-spewing Anshi Yi could be associated with trustworthiness.
But still, he reached out and patted her skirt pockets—indeed, he didn't feel a phone.
"Want to check the top too? I mean, my melons could hide a phone," Anshi Yi asked.
"I don't think you could pull that off," Ye Shuang said flatly. Among the people he knew, only Chen Qin and Keke could manage that.
Just as he was thinking about whether to head back to the clinic, Anshi Yi suddenly rummaged around and pulled out a key from her pocket.
"Click." She inserted it into the keyhole and turned.
The vending machine door swung open, and Anshi Yi took out two cans of cola, even feeling their temperature.
"Here."
Seeing her outstretched hand, Ye Shuang took it like it was nothing and took a sip.
"Whoa, ice cold," Anshi Yi said.
"So you had a key this whole time—why did you ask me to buy it?" Ye Shuang didn't even know where to start with the complaints, even though he was already used to all of Anshi Yi's wild antics.
"Other people's stuff always tastes better," Anshi Yi said. "Don't you know that? I've told you like a dozen times, right?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Glancing at the Pepsi in Anshi Yi's hand, Ye Shuang said, "You're the exact opposite of Little Yu, you know. She doesn't like Pepsi—she says it's for flushing toilets."
"Heh." Anshi Yi popped open the blue can and took a sip. "Well, you sure remember the differences between us clearly."
"Did your memory come back?"
"No, I just remember through my diary," Ye Shuang said.
"Oh, so it's like reading a novel."
"Either way, it's my own experience. I try my best to remember the things I've been through with you all," Ye Shuang continued. "The differences between you..."
"Even if they're clones, bodies are still different in some places," Anshi Yi said.
"Like what?"
"Like..." Anshi Yi went on, "Well, once you've tried them, it's easy to tell apart."
"..." Ye Shuang started regretting why he ever agreed to hang out alone with Anshi Yi.
He turned around, planning to just leave quietly. "I'm heading back."
"Oh? Then I'm heading back too." Anshi Yi followed along.
"You should just stay up in the tree."
"Boring."
"You were just saying the air was nice up there."
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
