Zhang Hanyun was kicked and nearly stumbled.
Yet he wasn’t angry. Brushing the dust off his robe, he stood firm.
"It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry—I’m very patient," he said with a faint smile.
Little Wei eyed the man who clung like a persistent ghost and pursed her lips. "I don’t do gay stuff."
That kind of thing sounded way too terrifying.
"What ‘gay stuff’? You’re not even…" Zhang Hanyun looked her up and down.
"You’re a girl."
He couldn’t have misjudged that.
Though if she were a man, it’d be possible, but since she wasn’t, what was the problem?
Zhang Hanyun felt utterly baffled.
"I…" Little Wei was now certain Zhang Hanyun wasn’t from this world. His tone didn’t sound like anyone she knew.
Her roommates were all too busy to mess around with her like this.
She still kind of wanted to drown him in the river.
"Just leave. Don’t come back here again, or else… You don’t want me to stab you, do you?" For some reason, the sight of this man filled her with intense irritation.
Zhang Hanyun glanced at the dagger in her hand.
"Ah, I’m scared now," he deadpanned.
His flat tone made Little Wei realize her weapon held no threat at all. Frustrated, she kicked him again.
"Get lost." She even bent to pick up a brick nearby.
Meanwhile, Zhang Huan hadn’t gained any advantage with Mu Miao either and could only call out to Zhang Hanyun to retreat. Zhang Hanyun gave Little Wei one last look before leaving.
Little Wei hurled a pebble at his retreating figure, watching the ripples spread across the creek. Then it hit her—
"Hey, Si, you’d know this guy’s identity, right?"
"I don’t." Si had spent ages searching but found nothing about him.
One thing was clear: he wasn’t from this novel’s world.
His claim of being Zhang Huan’s son was definitely fake.
Si narrowed her eyes slightly. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn’t place it. Could he be someone she and Gu Wei knew?
But after thousands of years, Si had encountered too many people and events.
She really couldn’t recall.
"The company’s system might have his info, but if he’s not a direct threat to you, I can’t investigate further."
Little Wei: "…"
"I don’t think he wants to kill me, but a man—ugh, he is a man—trying to possess me? Si, save me, I don’t wanna live this time." She fake-sobbed.
"Most men would find that exciting, no?" Si found her exaggerated reaction amusing.
Mainly because the little brat was clearly hamming it up again.
"Who told you that? I’ll beat them to death." Little Wei shuddered at the thought.
"Your previous hosts?" It suddenly dawned on her.
Wait, was Si some kind of expert in handling gay men? How terrifying. Unlike her, who only knew how to cherish her jiejie.
"Huh? My previous hosts? They were all sorts, but none like you." Si skimmed through past host data. Even when working for them, interactions were minimal.
After all, none were like Gu Wei.
Gu Wei was her ol’—well, now she’d call her wife.
"Other systems handle those cases, though. Some specialize in hosts like that," Si added, recalling past meetings.
"I see." After bickering with Si, Little Wei tiptoed toward Mu Miao, who was lounging lazily on a rattan chair.
Before she could pounce, Mu Miao’s lips moved.
"Disciple?"
Little Wei froze mid-reach, then pulled back, coughing lightly.
"It’s me."
"What do you think of the Zhang family’s marriage proposal? I’d like your thoughts." Mu Miao was clearly still troubled by Zhang Huan’s offer.
In the past, she might’ve agreed—the Zhangs weren’t poor, after all.
But now…
"No." Little Wei refused outright, grabbing Mu Miao’s hand.
Her hand was warm and soft, comforting to touch.
"I can’t bear to leave you, Master." She smiled sweetly.
Mu Miao immediately yanked her hand back, turning away as a blush crept from her ears down her neck.
"Don’t say such things." She bit her lower lip, fingers fidgeting.
Mu Miao tried to evade, but Little Wei wouldn’t let her. She shifted to face her, crouching slightly with a radiant grin.
"I just genuinely don’t want to be apart from you, Master. Are you overthinking this?"
Mu Miao’s face burned hotter. Though she couldn’t see her disciple’s expression, the teasing lilt in her voice was unmistakable.
"You’ve become unruly," Mu Miao grumbled.
"Let’s drop that. I have a question, Master." Little Wei turned serious for once.
"What is it?"
Little Wei pressed her lips together, twisting her fingers before speaking.
"If I made Su Qingyun return your eyes… would you accept it?"
"No, that’s—that’s not right. Su Qingyun, she’s…" Mu Miao looked pained.
"Ridiculous, right? Master, she’s selfish. What has she even done with your eyes? You could’ve healed others, but now you can’t."
Little Wei’s heart ached for Mu Miao. This was her beloved Mo Qing jiejie—albeit a kinder version.
Mu Miao hesitated for a long time.
"No one but me could perform such a surgery."
"I’ll hire the best physicians from the capital!" Little Wei insisted.
Mu Miao still wavered, until Little Wei finally snapped.
"Do you know what she’s using your eyes for?"
She was fuming.
She then recounted everything she’d seen the male and female leads doing, like a tattling schoolkid.
The details were anything but proper. Little Wei gestured wildly, leaving Mu Miao so flustered she covered her face.
"Little Wei, such words shouldn’t be spoken aloud!" Mu Miao stammered, thoroughly mortified.
This disciple had no sense of shame!
No decent person would dare listen to this.
"What? I’m not wrong. They’re yours. Hear me? Even if you refuse, I’m putting them back." Little Wei huffed, fierce now.
A faint smile flickered across Mu Miao’s delicate face.
"Fine, I’ll listen. But you must ask Miss Su’s opinion first."
Little Wei smirked. She’d never listen to Su Qingyun.
That female lead was impossible to reason with. Next time, she’d bring more bricks—that’d make her see sense real quick.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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