What made Little Wei relieved was that she still had a soul-bound AI brain to help her, saving her a lot of effort in conducting investigations herself. And if she really had to resort to killing, there was one perfect location where she could do it without causing trouble for the original host.
The battlefield.
If there were still surveillance on the battlefield, then she truly had nothing left to say.
She ordered a meal, took a good nap, and then headed out, knocking on the door of the big demon Ling Wanbai with a pitiful expression.
She hoped Ling Wanbai wouldn’t resort to violence.
To Little Wei’s surprise, Ling Wanbai answered the door in her pajamas.
A full cat-themed set, complete with a hood adorned with two white-tipped pink cat ears and slippers with fluffy pom-poms.
Little Wei nearly choked on her own blood from how adorable Ling Wanbai looked.
Then, as if finally waking up, Ling Wanbai’s pupils dilated slightly before she slammed the door shut with a bang.
"Wait a minute."
Little Wei: ?
How stingy, not letting her keep looking. It wasn’t like she’d do anything.
Three minutes later, Ling Wanbai opened the door again, now dressed in casual clothes.
"Come in," she said flatly.
Little Wei glanced down at her own slippers and decided not to change shoes before stepping inside.
Though the layout was identical to her own room, Ling Wanbai’s place felt eerily cold and empty, making Little Wei wonder if the catgirl version of Ling Wanbai she’d just seen had been a trick of her eyes.
Of course, it could also just be Ling Wanbai having a random moment of eccentricity.
Little Wei was never wrong.
"I’ll go wash up first. Wait here," Ling Wanbai said, her words slightly slurred, as if she really hadn’t slept well.
"Want me to scrub your back?" Little Wei asked, rubbing her chin.
"Get lost," Ling Wanbai replied without hesitation.
Little Wei: ??
Fine, she’d get lost. Who was Ling Wanbai yelling at anyway?
She couldn’t be bothered to scrub this woman’s back.
Ling Wanbai seemed to realize she’d been too harsh, and after a long pause, her voice drifted out from the bathroom.
"I didn’t mean that. It’s just… you’re a double-S. You shouldn’t casually flirt with people."
"Who asked you to care? Who do you think you are?" Little Wei snorted.
Ling Wanbai: ?
"Oh." She sounded displeased.
But Little Wei couldn’t care less about Ling Wanbai’s mood. As long as this woman didn’t randomly smile at her, it was fine.
That smile gave her the same chills as dancing with a ghost.
Little Wei leaned back on the sofa, yawning, and finally, Ling Wanbai emerged.
A large blue-lit screen appeared in front of Little Wei.
"The academy’s basic curriculum usually starts with an introduction to the three types of people like us, but I think that chapter is full of nonsense. We can skip it. If you like mechs, we’ll start with Chapter Two."
"A thousand years ago, mechs first appeared. The earliest models only had the most basic attack functions and were somewhat similar to robots, lacking a proper cockpit…"
Say what you would about her, Ling Wanbai was quite serious when teaching.
But before long, someone knocked on the door.
"Ling Wanbai, are you out of your damn mind?" It was Du Ran’s furious voice.
Ling Wanbai instinctively glanced at Little Wei, who immediately straightened up, eyes lowered, feigning innocence.
Ling Wanbai went to open the door, and Du Ran slapped her across the face with a loud crack.
The sound was so sharp that even Little Wei was startled.
Even if Ling Wanbai wasn’t the doting type, she was still her wife. Little Wei instinctively stood up and strode over.
"Du Ran, have you lost it?" Ling Wanbai blocked Little Wei from stepping past her, her gaze turning icy, making Du Ran shrink back slightly.
But remembering what Ling Wanbai had done, Du Ran’s anger flared again.
"Me? Lost it? That’s rich. My family background is no worse than yours. As vice-captain this past year, have I ever fallen short? How dare you propose to the Federation that I be removed!"
Ling Wanbai chuckled coldly.
"Are you really serving the Federation, or are you just using your position to line your own pockets? Do you really think I don’t know how that queen insect escaped?"
She slammed Du Ran against the wall, making her wince in pain. Du Ran glared at her, eyes red, though her face had paled.
"I’ll tell your father—that you’re trying to monopolize a premium double-S!" Du Ran shot a glance at Little Wei, already spinning lies out of thin air.
Little Wei: ?
"You okay?" Little Wei reached out and touched Du Ran’s forehead. "If you’re sick, go eat shit. Don’t delude yourself, sweetheart."
Du Ran’s face turned even whiter.
Honestly, she was just disgusted. She’d never heard such vulgar language in her life.
Ling Wanbai was also stunned.
Wasn’t this supposed to be the soft, sweet double-S? How could her words be so revolting?
"Why are you looking at me? Fight! Fight! I love watching girls go at it—so passionate!" Little Wei clenched her fists, cheering Ling Wanbai on.
Ling Wanbai: …
She’d have to report to the teacher that this Ning Little Wei might have a few screws loose.
Grabbing Du Ran by the collar, Ling Wanbai narrowed her eyes.
"You’d better wise up. I know exactly what kind of filth you’ve been up to."
Du Ran sneered. "Got proof? Even if I did let that queen insect escape on purpose, didn’t you still kill it?"
"I might not have proof, but I can kick you out of my team. Also, right now, I’m assigned by the dean to tutor Ning Little Wei. You’re interrupting my lesson, and I’ll be reporting this to the dean."
Every word was a stab to the heart. Little Wei studied Du Ran’s expression—it looked like she’d just eaten something vile.
If Du Ran was the type to abuse her position for personal gain, then the mission in this world wouldn’t be too hard.
Wait.
She still didn’t know Du Ran’s actual strength.
If she’d made it to vice-captain, she couldn’t be weak. If Little Wei just handed herself over to Ling Wanbai, the mission would be a cakewalk.
But Ning Little Wei wasn’t the type to freeload.
"Also, I doubt releasing the queen insect was a one-time thing. If I dig deep enough, you’ll be branded a traitor to the Federation."
With that, Ling Wanbai tossed Du Ran out.
Little Wei even stepped on her a couple of times on the way out.
Who did she think she was hitting? Did she think Little Wei had no temper?
"What were you doing just now?" Ling Wanbai had clearly noticed Little Wei’s little stunt and gave her a sidelong glance.
"My foot slipped," Little Wei said, blinking innocently.
Ling Wanbai suddenly laughed.
"Whatever the case, I hope you won’t turn into someone like Du Ran."
Little Wei frowned.
"She abused her position for personal gain? Then why come to you? It’s not like she came here asking to get beaten up, right?"
Little Wei felt there was something off about this.
Ling Wanbai paused, and Little Wei continued, "What did the queen insect offer Du Ran to make her obey?"
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