At school, the trio had never seen Shi Yanhai act so "bootlicking" before.
Perhaps...
Their classmate Chi Qingshui was fully aware of the swarm of admirers around Lin Yu, yet still charged ahead fearlessly.
The class president's first instinct wasn’t revenge—it was protection?
Seriously, what the hell?
Jokes aside.
Shi Yanhai still pulled out his camera from his bag and began fiddling with it.
He muttered an explanation:
"Even if we can’t let Qingshui get hurt, this is a rare chance to catch Lin Yu red-handed."
"If I can capture this on camera, I’ll confront him myself!"
"And if that doesn’t work… I can always go to Chi Qingchi."
...
On the other side of the pond.
Lin Yu adjusted his camera while eavesdropping on their whispers.
Oh, great.
Chi Qingshui’s dignity needs protecting, but Chi Qingchi’s life is disposable, huh?
At first, Lin Yu could almost label Shi Yanhai as a "gentleman."
But after hearing the latter half of his words—
This guy’s brain was completely fixated on Chi Qingshui, with no room for anything else.
Trying to gather "incriminating evidence" against him?
Lin Yu wouldn’t have come to mess with them if he hadn’t anticipated every possible scenario.
Even without photographic proof—
Just a few words in front of the Chi sisters about "him being with the older sister and the younger one" would be enough to ruin him.
Now that he understood Shi Yanhai’s mindset, Lin Yu had an even easier time manipulating him.
He’d make sure they wouldn’t dare utter a single extra word.
Once the tripod and camera were set up, Lin Yu temporarily shifted his focus to the task at hand.
The skill [Mortal Reflection]—usually reserved for private shoots—
Finally had a chance to shine in a proper setting!
A few minutes later.
"Qingshui, tuck your chin in a little."
"Too much upward tilt makes the character seem unnatural."
"Qingchi, raise the reflector higher—aim for the hair!"
Chi Qingshui: "Like this?"
Chi Qingchi: "High enough? It’s practically over my head now!"
Lin Yu: "The reflector’s perfect, hold it steady. Qingshui, your pose is still a bit stiff—stay still, I’ll adjust it for you..."
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Her heartbeat spiked at those words.
Lin Yu was coming over to adjust her pose?
That meant physical contact!
Qingchi…
Chi Qingshui instinctively glanced back.
Qingchi had the reflector fully extended above her head, completely blocking her view of what was happening in front.
For a moment,
Chi Qingshui’s emotions were a tangled mess.
She couldn’t tell if she was more nervous or excited.
The same turmoil gripped the four "heroes" still hiding in the bushes.
After resolving to document Lin Yu’s misdeeds—
The guy suddenly started acting normal?
No openings to exploit!
Now,
Watching Lin Yu approach Chi Qingshui while Qingchi’s view was obstructed—
Shi Yanhai immediately raised his camera, zoomed in, and watched the "live broadcast" through the lens.
To ensure he didn’t miss any damning evidence,
He didn’t take photos—he started recording!
His emotions were a convoluted mess, like a matryoshka doll of complexity.
Part of him wanted to catch something incriminating, but another part couldn’t bear to see Lin Yu do anything to Chi Qingshui…
If forced to choose,
He’d reluctantly pick the former!
Lin Yu understood this mentality perfectly.
But to slay the "demon king," the former option was unacceptable.
As he closed in on Chi Qingshui,
Lin Yu flicked his wrist, sending a small stone—hidden in his palm—flying toward the opposite shore.
A second later—
Crack!
A crisp sound came from Shi Yanhai’s camera.
Shi Yanhai’s vision exploded into a kaleidoscope, as if he’d been hit by some damn illusion technique—his view shattered instantly!
"What the—? What was that?!"
Shi Yanhai flipped his camera around in shock, inspecting the lens.
Shi Yanhai: "???"
The lens was cracked from the center outward, now resembling frosted glass!
What happened?
What hit it? A pebble?
This isn’t a damn highway—where the hell would a random rock come from?!
"Are you freaking kidding me? Guys, did you see what just hit us?"
"My camera’s destroyed!"
"Did any of you—"
Shi Yanhai cut himself off mid-question.
The other three weren’t even paying attention to him.
Instantly,
He sensed something was wrong.
Turning back toward the pond—
[Ding!]
[Critical Hit! The Saint’s illusion-like mental strike annihilates the Demon King of the Blazing Sea on the spot!]
[Congratulations, Host! Timed mission complete!]
[The Blazing Sea Demon Gang has been permanently eradicated, vanishing into the annals of history…]
[Rewards: Sect Contribution +200, Spirit Stones +400, 1 free system shop draw!]
The scene that "annihilated" Shi Yanhai would haunt him forever—
The girl he’d secretly crushed on for two years, the top student goddess…
Was being kissed by a guy from their class, right by the pond!
And not on the cheek—on the lips!!
Thud…
Shi Yanhai collapsed to the ground, limp.
All his strength drained away in an instant.
Screw gathering evidence, screw the assignment, screw everything…
Qingshui was really with Lin Yu!
Seeing it with his own eyes left no room for denial or self-delusion.
On the other side of the pond,
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui’s stolen kiss didn’t last long.
Just a few quick pecks.
Soon, they were back to work.
Lin Yu felt a twinge of regret…
They surrendered too quickly!
He hadn’t even farmed enough experience points yet.
The class president’s mental fortitude was disappointingly weak.
It left Lin Yu with no stage to unleash his follow-up combos.
Oh well.
Since things were moving this fast,
It was time to wrap things up…
Lin Yu raised his camera toward the bushes where the four "heroes" hid and snapped a rapid series of shots.
Through the lens, he couldn’t make out their faces clearly,
But the silhouettes of figures crouching in the greenery were unmistakable.
The sudden action
Sent the three still-focused on Lin Yu into a panic.
Gou Feng: "Holy mother of—! Why’s Lin Yu taking pictures of us?!"
Zhao Bin: "Did he spot us?!"
Gao Yumin: "Stop moving, dumbass! You’re making it worse!"
Shi Yanhai: "…"
Some people were physically present but mentally long gone.
Even from this distance, the trio could tell something was off about Lin Yu.
And the twins beside him noticed even sooner.
Chi Qingshui: "Lin Yu, what… what are you photographing?"
Chi Qingchi: "Yeah, why keep shooting the other side?"
...
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