Shen Nian, Shen Nian, I Want to Devour You

Xia Yanchun came to Shen Nian’s house just to erase the awkwardness between them.

As for what she planned to do after arriving, she honestly had no idea.

Shen Nian’s room was cleaner than she expected. Xia Yanchun wasn’t some naive girl—after chatting with Li Shiyan about “girl talk,” she’d learned plenty of things she was supposed to know.

Before coming, she’d hesitated for a moment, worried she might find crumpled tissues on Shen Nian’s bedside table or desk.

But then she thought, even if there were tissues, it wouldn’t be strange. People needed them sometimes, just like how she occasionally drooled in her sleep and kept a pack of tissues by her bed to wipe her mouth.

As long as they weren’t all balled up, it was fine.

Luckily, Shen Nian’s room was spotless—tidy and odor-free.

This is the kind of room and bed I like. Straight to bed.

And so, she climbed onto Shen Nian’s bed.

It all felt so natural, as if she’d done it countless times before—which, in fact, she had. So many times that she’d lost count.

In the past, this was just an ordinary, harmless thing to do. What ill intentions could childhood friends have?

But now…

Xia Yanchun curled her legs against the wall and glanced at Shen Nian, who was lying motionless on his phone. Her emotions were complicated.

Enemies wouldn’t lie on the same bed together. Good thing I’m just sitting.

Her heart warmed a little. She stole another glance at Shen Nian, then subtly lifted the blanket to her nose and sniffed. It carried the scent of sunshine—how could someone as scheming as Shen Nian have such a comforting smell?

Ugh, it stinks!

Disgusting.

Downstairs, the card game continued. Xia Yanchun wasn’t sleepy, and since she rarely got to visit, she didn’t want to leave too soon. So she climbed off the bed, determined to find some amusement—maybe uncover some of Shen Nian’s dirty little secrets.

But the tiny room offered little to explore. After searching for a while, she found nothing interesting—until she noticed a small box under the wardrobe.

“What’s this?”

She crouched down and pulled it out, her shorts riding up to reveal a stretch of fair skin.

The box was surprisingly heavy. According to Li Shiyan, mysterious little boxes in boys’ rooms always hid scandalous secrets.

Shen Nian propped himself up and glanced over, accidentally locking onto Xia Yanchun’s thighs before forcing his gaze away. “It’s just a toy box. My mom dug it out of the storage room the other day.”

“Oh…”

Just toys? I thought it’d be something else.

“…What the hell are you disappointed about?”

Did you expect to find porn or a Fleshlight in my room? What are you even thinking, you weirdo.

Social media had ruined her.

Now reassured, Xia Yanchun opened this Pandora’s box without hesitation.

Inside were toys filled with memories—some broken, especially the bootleg Ultraman Leo figure, which was in pieces, ironically faithful to the original.

Shen Nian scooted over, sitting cross-legged beside her. He picked up an Ultraman figure with disdain, then tossed it back. The cheap knockoffs he’d once adored now looked embarrassingly bad.

Who turned my Tiga into a melted-face First Generation Ultraman?

And this is supposed to be Ultraman Taro? Looks more like a horned cow.

If the villains saw these, they wouldn’t even be stunned—they’d just time-travel to slap their younger selves for playing with such garbage. They’d wipe out the toy factories before returning to the future.

Absolute betrayal of nostalgia.

But these were childhood relics. As ugly as they were, he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away.

Some things were better left in memory—meant to be reminisced about, not played with. Maybe one day, he and Xia Yanchun would laugh about these hideous toys while reminiscing about their childhood antics.

“Oh! You still have this?” Xia Yanchun pulled out a palm-sized plastic rattle, colorful with buttons on top.

Shen Nian frowned. “Isn’t that yours? Why would I buy something like this?”

Even though he’d played with girls back then, his toys had always been strictly “boy stuff.”

Who’d pick this over Ultraman or robots? It’s hideous.

“Ew, it’s dirty.”

“You’re the one grabbing it.”

Xia Yanchun had been rummaging through the dusty box, and her once-pink fingertips were now grimy.

Without warning, she wiped her fingers on Shen Nian’s pants.

The smirk on his face froze.

“What the—?!”

“Hehehe—honk!”

Shen Nian laughed in exasperation, wiping off the dirt. Just as he was about to retaliate, Xia Yanchun deftly changed the subject.

“This rattle was mine. I think it could record stuff. It’s been, what, ten years?”

“Trying to distract me?”

“What, you gonna hit me? Go ahead. I won’t cry or tell your parents. After all, I’m just a weak, helpless little girl.”

She tilted her chin up defiantly, leaving herself at Shen Nian’s mercy.

Shen Nian broke into a sweat. Xia Yanchun was petite, but the moment she crouched like that, she radiated terrifying energy.

Xia Yanchun covered her mouth, smug. Manipulating Shen Nian is so satisfying.

She used to overpower him with brute force; now she did it with strategy. Call me cunning all you want—I’ll just laugh at your stupidity. Stay a dumb little brother forever.

Shen Nian could only throw imaginary punches at her, hoping the air pressure would somehow land a hit.

Xia Yanchun ignored him, blowing dust off the rattle and pressing random buttons. Nothing happened until she popped open the back—the batteries were missing.

“Do you have any batteries?”

“Of course.”

Shen Nian grinned, ran upstairs, and stole the batteries from the TV remote. He handed them to Xia Yanchun, who popped them in.

The rattle sprang to life, its buttons lighting up with each press.

Xia Yanchun only remembered it could record, so she pressed a button at random—

A childish, garbled, staticky electronic voice suddenly blared out:

“Shen Nian, Shen Nian, I wanna eat you, nom nom nom… Shen Nian, Shen Nian, I wanna eat you, nom nom nom…”

Shen Nian: ?

Xia Yanchun: ?

The voice was undeniably Xia Yanchun’s, distorted by the cheap recorder. Despite the awful quality, Shen Nian recognized it immediately.

“Wow, Hannibal Lecter over here. No wonder you used to bite me—I’m lucky to have all my limbs intact.”

“Ahhh—!”

Xia Yanchun’s heart raced. She bit her lip, flustered beyond words.

What kind of toy still works after ten years?!

You’re supposed to be a piece of junk—why’s your quality so good?!

Which button turns this off?!

I wanna die.

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