Little Wei: ?
What kind of joke is this.
She’s not into girls.
Her orientation has always been perfectly normal.
"But how did you even figure this out?" Little Wei was genuinely surprised.
Logically, she hadn’t exposed anything in the previous world.
"That’s why I said he’s cunning," Si remarked to Little Wei.
Little Wei thought for a moment and decided it was best to keep her distance from Zhao Ming. Still, she had to admit—though sharp-witted, he wasn’t a bad person.
Ah, whatever. Might as well stay friends.
She felt like she was developing decision fatigue.
"I could tell. I worked as a psychologist in a previous world. But don’t worry, I usually don’t observe too closely—it takes the fun out of things."
"The fact that you’re saying this means you already know how I feel," Little Wei said to Zhao Ming.
Si chimed in from the void, "Yeah, honestly, I can read your mood too now."
"Shut up already."
Little Wei was convinced Si existed solely to undermine her.
Zhao Ming chuckled at Little Wei’s prickly remark.
"Yeah, your feelings are pretty obvious."
Little Wei couldn’t be bothered to argue further. She had more pressing questions.
"What happens if you guys catch the cat spirit?"
Zhao Ming didn’t hesitate. "We’d report the task completion. But as for why the task was issued in the first place—no idea. Maybe for dissection? Or protective custody."
Little Wei: …
That did not sound good.
Dissection?!
Just hearing those words made her hair stand on end.
Cats are so adorable—why would anyone cut them up?
This world is terrifying. Poor kitties don’t stand a chance.
"Sounds pretty horrifying, huh," Little Wei forced a laugh.
"Yeah, but rare creatures like that usually end up protected. Still, across all the worlds I’ve been to, I’ve never actually seen a cat spirit!"
"Hey, what if the legendary cat spirit is like those anime catgirl waifus from fiction?" Zhao Ming’s eyes lit up with excitement.
Little Wei: …
"Maybe? I’ve never seen one either, so who knows?" Despite her words, she instinctively pressed herself deeper into her chair.
Damn it.
This is not the time.
Waifu? Please. She’s clearly the daddy type.
As she spoke, Little Wei glanced toward where Li Jiewei was sitting.
No denying it—her wife was drop-dead gorgeous. Just that face alone was enough to melt her heart.
So. Freaking. Cute.
Pale, soft, and utterly teaseable.
A literal mochi ball with a sweet white filling. If they weren’t in a restaurant, Little Wei would’ve pounced on Li Jiewei already.
Hehehe, wifey~
"That the girl you’re eyeing?" Zhao Ming asked.
Little Wei: …
"Nope. Just admiring her looks. Don’t you think she’s stunning?" Little Wei grinned, eyes curving into crescents.
Zhao Ming turned to look and nodded.
"Yeah, she’s got that novel-heroine vibe."
Could also be a system host, though. Most systems give their hosts a charisma boost.
When Zhao Ming turned back, both Little Wei and the staff were gone.
Huh?
Where’d they go?
Meanwhile, Little Wei had already left campus with the staff in tow.
"Little Wei, aren’t we sticking with Li Jiewei?" the staff asked.
"Not urgent. We’ve got bigger priorities," Little Wei said, hailing a cab.
"Where to?" The staff was baffled.
"Home."
Little Wei was done wasting time. At least the school was safe for now.
She pulled out her phone and opened WeChat, scrolling to the top contact—Zhao Ming.
She sent him a message:
If this mission goes smoothly, next time I’ll treat you to a meal.
Zhao Ming replied instantly:
Deal. I’ll be around campus for a while anyway.
Little Wei had successfully bribed him with a meal.
Not that she felt guilty—she’d helped him in the last world too.
Back home, Little Wei peeked into the living room from the bedroom. Empty. Perfect.
The family was out.
The staff had already checked every room.
"Nobody here. But there’s a note on the coffee table." It handed the slip to Little Wei.
The note said Li Jiewei’s parents were away on a two-week business trip. Pocket money had been transferred via Alipay.
"Oho~ This is your golden ticket inside," the staff teased.
Little Wei: …
"Stop with the nonsense." She was not in the mood.
Seriously? Now?
"So what’s the plan?" The staff scratched its head.
"Find Li Jiewei’s diary."
The staff: !!!!
"Damn, you’re such a creep. Of all things, you go for the most private?" It looked horrified.
Little Wei: …
"Priorities, okay? I just need to see if she’s documented any unusual abilities. If there’s anything odd from her past, it’d be in there."
She headed back to the bedroom.
The staff followed. "What if she’s not the diary-keeping type?"
Little Wei: …
"Great input. Don’t ever speak again." She was done talking.
Was this Little Nailuo’s bad influence? Absolutely.
"Little Wei only ever blames me," Little Nailuo sneezed, sulking.
After searching forever, they still hadn’t found the diary.
"Guess we’ll have to crack this tablet’s password. Any ideas?" The staff climbed onto a chair and grabbed the tablet from the desk.
"Probably just study notes." Little Wei flipped through it, lips pressed tight.
She’d seen Li Jiewei using it for notes—plenty of college students did.
"Could be in there. Password cracking is Little Nailuo’s specialty," the staff reminded her.
Oh right.
Little Nailuo was a supercomputer. Cracking passwords? Child’s play.
"Little Nailuo, we’re counting on you," Little Wei called out.
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