“Tsk~” Hana’s languid voice drifted over. “Then why don’t I just kill all those losers?”
Liang Sheng shuddered and hurriedly tried to dissuade her. “No, no, no! Hana, there are way too many of those idiots—you could never wipe them all out. Besides, murder is illegal. You’d end up thrown in jail, eating prison food, and then you’d never get to see me again!”
“That’s true…” Hana sounded utterly dejected, her words dripping with reluctance. “Fine then. How about Hana posts a reply to clear things up?”
“Uh… maybe?” Liang Sheng hesitated. What if this little yandere said something she shouldn’t? They’d be in real trouble then—beyond redemption, even if they jumped in the ocean to wash it off. They wouldn’t just be infamous at school anymore; they’d rocket up the hot search list with a headline like “Shocking! Saint Maria Noble Academy Girls’ Secret Relationships Exposed!”
But Hana didn’t say anything improper this time. On the contrary, she handled it perfectly. Her reply read: “I only posted this because I got mad seeing all your nonsense spreading. Please stop bumping it and calm down, everyone.”
Oh, at the critical moment, this little yandere turned out to be pretty rational and reliable!
Mo Qingrou, standing to the side, had caught every word of the exchange between Liang Sheng and Hana without missing a beat.
Ah! So the purple-haired girl with the twin tails was a yandere?! That trait hit Mo Qingrou’s tastes right in the sweet spot. It seemed like Liang Sheng and she made a pretty… good match. No—hold on. She couldn’t let her own ship sink. She had to wave the flag high for her favorite pairing, battling through every obstacle until they ended up together.
Mo Qingrou brimmed with determination. She even felt a smile tugging at her lips (or so she imagined; in reality, there was nothing there).
“Whew~” With the crisis diffused, Liang Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to the fired-up Mo Qingrou. “Sister Mo Qingrou, see? I handled it super quick. Pretty impressive, huh? Hehe~”
“…Impressive,” Mo Qingrou replied, her expression still locked in that classic poker face.
“Hmph~” Liang Sheng puffed out her cheeks. “Come on, smile for me~ Just smile, Sister Mo Qingrou~” She was dying to see what a poker-faced big iceberg like her would look like with a smile.
“…Like this?” Mo Qingrou valiantly lifted the corner of her mouth. She thought it was a brilliant, radiant grin; in truth, it had barely risen five degrees.
…Did she smile? Liang Sheng rubbed her eyes and blinked hard a few times, but she still couldn’t spot any difference from before. Were her eyes playing tricks on her?
“That’s it~!” Liang Sheng flashed a huge grin of her own.
Hm. Those plump cheeks were kinda cute.
Ding~
Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 18.5”
One more try. Mo Qingrou knew it was futile after all these years, but she wanted to give it another shot anyway.
“Like… this…?” She hoisted one side of her mouth with every ounce of effort she could muster.
Aiya! It was exactly like the crooked-mouthed war god! Liang Sheng was genuinely startled.
“Ahaha~ Sister Mo Qingrou, you’re the high-cold type. You should lean into that aloof vibe—it’s super attractive even without a smile~” Liang Sheng had a sweet tongue. Rather than point out how creepy the smile looked, she lavished praise on her icy demeanor instead.
