The lightning bolt struck the wall right below Liang Sheng’s window.
“Whoa, crap!” Liang Sheng’s legs buckled, and she nearly dropped to her knees on the spot. Oh God, I’ve been wrong—I repent! I’m a bad kid! She gave herself two hard slaps across the cheeks.
“Young Miss…” Liang Sheng plastered on a fawning smile and tried talking to Lu Ziqing again.
“Hmph!” Young Miss Lu Ziqing merely turned away, showing her the haughty profile of her face.
Liang Sheng slunk off in defeat, looking utterly dejected.
At lunchtime, because of that French kiss with Senior Sister Gu, she didn’t know how to face Gu Yuqi. So she slipped away when no one was watching and hid out in Mo Qingrou’s infirmary.
“Are you sick?” Mo Qingrou was busy sorting medicine bottles on her own and didn’t even glance at Liang Sheng.
Liang Sheng grinned cheekily and plopped down on the infirmary bed, making cute faces at Mo Qingrou. “I missed Gentle Sister~ I just came to see you. Can’t I?”
“Oh.”
Ding~ Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 23”
Heh heh, sure enough, even the Big Iceberg Beauty falls for this! Liang Sheng lay back flat on the bed.
The room suddenly fell quiet.
No, she couldn’t just come here for nothing—she had to say something.
“Gentle Sister!” To give the iceberg a little scare, Liang Sheng tiptoed up behind her, then leaped up with a goofy snarl.
Mo Qingrou turned her head, her face expressionless.
Inwardly, though, she was thinking: Whoa, what the heck? Nearly made me chuck this medicine bottle! You little brat.
But her outward expression said: Heh, childish.
Liang Sheng pouted, bored, and started heading back to the bed.
But then her foot betrayed her leg, her leg betrayed her foot—her thigh cramped up suddenly. Her foot gave way, and for some brainless reason, Liang Sheng thought she could just bounce right back onto the bed.
With a “thud,” she dropped into another grand kneel, complete with a skid that carried her all the way to the bed’s edge. The silver lining was that she hadn’t knelt toward Mo Qingrou.
Mo Qingrou smiled impassively.
“Did you scrape your knee?” Mo Qingrou walked over and helped the clumsy girl to her feet.
“No, no, no,” Liang Sheng waved it off breezily. “No way it’d hurt. Not one bit.”
It wasn’t until Mo Qingrou crouched down to check the injury that Liang Sheng noticed her knee was scraped raw and bleeding from the friction.
“Doesn’t hurt?” Mo Qingrou looked up.
“It really doesn’t feel like much…” Liang Sheng tilted her head.
“You wouldn’t happen to have emotional numbness too, would you?”
Liang Sheng shook her head vigorously. “No way!”
“Then let me take care of it for you.” Mo Qingrou began dabbing disinfectant on the wound.
Knock knock.
Someone knocked on the infirmary door again.
“Come in,” Mo Qingrou said, still crouched as she twisted to look at the door.
The door opened, revealing Ni Sihan’s face.
Ni Sihan took a few dainty steps toward them but then—oops, probably accidentally—tripped and fell.
“Ow~ Ouch~” She collapsed gracefully to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes.
Liang Sheng: “???” You must have a serious illness.
“It hurts so much~” Ni Sihan sat there on the ground, refusing to get up.
Mo Qingrou and Liang Sheng exchanged baffled glances, not sure what to do or say. In short: they were speechless.
But they couldn’t just leave the girl stranded on the floor like that—it would be too awkward for her.
So Mo Qingrou spoke up. “Stand up and walk over here. I’ll check where you’re hurt.”
Liang Sheng couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up. As expected from you, Iceberg Beauty~
Now Ni Sihan was even more embarrassed and kept up the frail act.
“I… I can’t get up…” Her eyes were on the verge of spilling over with tears.
“Then I’ll…” Liang Sheng started to stand.
Mo Qingrou rose too and promptly pushed Liang Sheng back down onto the bed.
“I’ll go.” Mo Qingrou walked over to Ni Sihan, helped the girl up, and guided her limping form to sit beside Liang Sheng.
“What a coincidence!” Liang Sheng greeted Ni Sihan.
Ni Sihan forced a smile at her while inwardly rolling her eyes. What the hell? Running into her here? Talk about bad luck! And she’d been hoping to charm this big sister.
“Sister~ Be gentle, it hurts~” Ni Sihan’s voice came out in a syrupy whine.
Mo Qingrou felt like a wad of cotton was stuck in her throat—uncomfortable and impossible to swallow or spit out.
Whoosh~ Favorability decreased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Ni Sihan: -2”
Whoosh~ Adoration Value decreased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Adoration Value Toward Ni Sihan: Unable to view”
Akino Hoshiko covered her eyes, unable to bear watching. Plus, her own host’s cutesy voice was giving her the creeps.
Seeing that her act wasn’t working, Ni Sihan cleared her throat lightly and fell silent.
Once Mo Qingrou finished treating Liang Sheng’s wound, she turned to examine Ni Sihan. She searched the girl’s legs for ages but couldn’t find a single scrape.
“Uh…” Mo Qingrou looked up. “Where exactly are you feeling unwell?”
Ni Sihan averted her gaze awkwardly. “I… I think I might have a fever.”
Mo Qingrou stood and fetched a thermometer.
Hm? She opened the cabinet and spotted an electronic thermometer. When did they get this? Probably something the principal left here. Mo Qingrou picked it up—much easier than waiting around.
“Here, chin up. Let’s take your temperature.” Mo Qingrou aimed the electronic thermometer at Ni Sihan’s forehead like it was a gun.
Beep—!
Liang Sheng leaned over.
“Uh, f-fifty degrees?” Liang Sheng scratched her head.
Mo Qingrou’s face darkened. She smacked the device twice and pointed it at Liang Sheng.
Beep—!
“Crap! Sixty degrees!” Liang Sheng yelped. “This girl’s gonna combust!”
Mo Qingrou flung the electronic thermometer onto the table, grabbed a mercury one instead, and handed it to Ni Sihan. “Take it out after five minutes. Hold it tight.”
Ni Sihan obediently tucked the thermometer under her arm. Five minutes later, she removed it.
Mo Qingrou checked it: the mercury read “thirty-six point six.”
“Normal. No fever. You’re fine—go eat lunch.” Mo Qingrou shook the thermometer and set it back on the table.
Ni Sihan stood awkwardly and left.
And so Liang Sheng hunkered down in the infirmary for the entire lunch break.
On the way home after school, she ran into Gu Yuqi again.
“Yu… Senior Sister Yuqi…” Liang Sheng didn’t dare look up.
“Mm…” Gu Yuqi paused in silence, then took her little junior sister’s hand. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”
“Eh?” Liang Sheng blinked. The moment wasn’t as awkward as she’d feared. She smiled, grateful that Gu Yuqi didn’t bring up the French kiss.
She squeezed Gu Yuqi’s hand back. “Okay, let’s go this way.”
It was the route where the yandere wouldn’t be.
Sorry, Hana. Not anymore.
A pang of guilt welled up in her. Was this the psychological punishment from the heavens for seducing so many girls and making them fall for her?
Hana… I’m sorry, I…
