This Day Feels Off

That?

Which 'that' are we talking about?

An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.

If it were Yan Zhi, a single glance would be enough for him to know exactly what she wanted.

Shangguan Qianqian... uh, she wouldn't be able to say something like this.

But Shen Muxuan... her intentions were hard to guess.

"Just that, when you and Master were together..."

Shen Muxuan said softly, her voice growing fainter and fainter as her blush spread all the way down to her neck.

An Yi's expression froze.

When did the matter between him and Mu Qingyi get exposed?

But that wasn't the main point right now!

"Are you serious?"

An Yi looked at Shen Muxuan, staring at her as he asked.

Shen Muxuan nodded, her face completely flushed. "Mm-hmm."

"No taking it back!"

An Yi said, lunging at Shen Muxuan like a hungry wolf.

But Shen Muxuan didn't seem nervous at all. Instead, as if she were well-practiced, she glanced toward the alarm clock and silently counted down in her head.

Three, two, one...

Knock, knock!

A sudden knocking sound echoed from the door.

"Who is it!"

An Yi was just about to tear off that pesky undergarment when an abrupt knock interrupted him.

"Master, it's me!"

A young boy's voice came from outside the door.

Rebellious disciple!

I finally managed to make a move, and you made me fail so completely!

Damn it!

Watching An Yi stomp his feet in anger, Shen Muxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

No matter how many times she saw it, An Yi's expression was always so hilarious.

...

Jiangbei City, on the streets.

Fang Jueming looked at the luxurious villa district and said slowly, "Master, I have a question. These rich people with their luxury mansions, luxury cars, and beautiful women by their side—are they truly happy?"

"Truly happy."

An Yi said, stifling a yawn.

Fang Jueming looked thoughtful and continued, "Then, Master..."

"You brat, stop right there!"

An Yi raised his eyebrows, looking at him with an infuriated expression. "Weren't you in Yunzhou? Why did you suddenly run over to Jiangbei?"

He actually crossed cities just to interrupt his good time. This kid was seriously cursed!

"I... I came to train with you."

Fang Jueming looked embarrassed. He scratched his hair with his bandage-wrapped hand and said, "I feel like I've hit a bottleneck. The curator told me to learn from you."

"Tell the truth."

An Yi said with a straight face.

Fang Jueming said sheepishly, "Well, Shuangshuang said that as a main character, my popularity has been really low lately. Even a dog has more hype than me, so she told me to show my face and leech off some popularity."

An Yi: "..."

That guy who's been serving coffee at the cafe for two hundred chapters hasn't complained, so what are you rushing for?

Besides, there's another one who hasn't even made an appearance yet!

"It's fine. Just stick with your master. I won't let you lose out."

An Yi said, patting Fang Jueming on the shoulder.

Among the nine Sons of Destiny, Fang Jueming was the most obedient.

Although he always found new and creative ways to interrupt his intimate moments, he was still his proudest disciple.

"How tall are you?"

An Yi raised an eyebrow as he looked at Fang Jueming.

After not seeing him for a year, Fang Jueming seemed to have grown taller again.

With his wheat-colored muscles giving off a sunny vibe and bandages wrapped around his arms, he had the sharp, capable aura of a boxer.

He no longer looked like the pale, frail teenager from when they first met.

"182 centimeters. What's wrong, Master?" Fang Jueming asked in confusion.

182!

An Yi inexplicably felt a bit stifled.

He had put in so much effort just to grow one centimeter taller, yet others simply grew like weeds and reached that height without trying.

"So, Master, what are we doing today?"

Fang Jueming asked curiously.

He had been wandering around with An Yi for a while, having no idea what he wanted to do.

"How should I know."

An Yi let out another yawn.

He didn't know what to do either, and then he was kicked out by Shen Muxuan.

For some reason, he felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

It seemed like, in his memory, there was also a time when he was strolling down the street with Xiaoming...

Up ahead, a crowd had gathered, buzzing with excitement.

"Let's go take a look."

An Yi said with a light chuckle.

In the commercial street ahead, at the entrance of a jewelry store.

A middle-aged man was gripping a gold bar inside a glass cabinet for dear life, his face flushed red from exertion.

"Almost there, just a little bit more!"

The man kept cheering himself on in his mind, his face turning from red to purple.

The veins on his arms bulged as they trembled incessantly.

The massive gold bar inside simply couldn't make it through the narrow opening in the glass window.

"It's impossible to take it out."

An Yi took one glance and came to a conclusion.

The gold bar was about the same size as the hole. To get it out, one would have to pinch it with just two fingers...

Clang!

The gold bar dropped.

The man let out a sound of frustration, but his hand had lost all its strength, making it impossible for him to try again.

"Who wants to give it a try next?"

A young lady in a suit asked with a blooming smile.

How could anyone possibly take out this twenty-five-kilogram gold bar?

However, this marketing trick was really quite brilliant.

In no time, the mall was packed with people coming and going, a sea of heads stretching out of sight.

It was absolutely fantastic for attracting foot traffic.

"Is this for me?"

A voice suddenly rang out.

The young lady snapped her head around, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

At this moment, An Yi was casually tossing the gold bar in his hand, looking at her with curiosity.

"Master, I want to try too!"

Beside him, Fang Jueming looked eager to give it a go.

Instantly, the young lady in the suit turned pale with fright. "Sir, sir, I, I just wanted to let you see how heavy it is. This is not for sale..."

"Tch, brushing me off with just five thousand bucks. If it were yesterday, I would have already..."

An Yi stuffed a stack of red bills into his pocket.

Suddenly, he froze.

Why did he say 'yesterday'?

He didn't know why, but he felt that today was very strange.

"What's wrong, Master?" Fang Jueming asked curiously.

An Yi frowned deeply, lost in thought.

Something was wrong, definitely wrong. Everything here felt indescribably bizarre.

It was as if everything had already happened before.

Take Fang Jueming, for example. Since they last parted, they hadn't seen each other for over half a year.

Yet he didn't feel any sense of unfamiliarity...

"What is going on!"

An Yi stopped strolling and stood still.

He must have experienced today before, and more than once.

It was just that the timeline felt very chaotic.

Yesterday, it seemed like he was also at the mall taking the gold bar, but the manager called security, and then things blew up into a huge scene.

"What's the date today?"

An Yi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fang Jueming hurriedly took out his phone, checked the time, and said, "Today is April 1st."

"Why is it still April 1st?"

An Yi pondered.

It wasn't right. Nothing was right, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was different.

Thud!

The mall entrance was smashed open by a figure.

Chen Bing, covered in blood, stumbled in and collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.

At this moment, his body was covered in knife wounds. Blood flowed onto the ground, dripping down to form a pool of blood.

"Glasses?"

Seeing Chen Bing, An Yi was instantly stunned. Executing his Flame Step, he quickly rushed over to help him up, his expression darkening. "What happened? How did you get hurt like this!"

Chen Bing coughed violently, bloody foam spilling from the corners of his mouth. He looked at An Yi in disbelief and gritted his teeth, "You... why are you still here!"

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