Hana jabbed a finger at the old woman’s nose. “Everyone except you—get the hell out of here, all of you!”
“Good, good, good,” the old man nodded frantically, his head bobbing like it might fly off at any second.
“And…” She paused, momentarily blanking on her next line.
“No calling the cops, or I’ll have my little brothers snap your necks!” Hana had no idea what “snap” really meant; she was just parroting the lines Liang Sheng had drilled into her.
“Good, good, good.” Another furious round of nodding from the old man.
Perfect. Case closed. Hana snapped her switchblade shut and strode out without a backward glance. Inside the room, the elderly couple huddled together, trembling and sobbing as they lamented their rotten luck.
“Nicely done!” Back in the bedroom, Liang Sheng praised her.
Hana’s cheeks flushed as she ducked her head. “Is there… a reward?”
Heh, what a kid. Yandere or not, she knew playing nice got you treats.
With that thought, Liang Sheng pulled Hana’s head to her chest and hugged her tight.
I’m being buried in Sheng-chan’s boobs! Hana’s heart raced.
Her voice came out muffled against the soft warmth. “Can I… keep going with Sheng-chan?”
Whoa, hold up—this wasn’t heading to kindergarten!
With her combat prowess being so overwhelming, Liang Sheng didn’t dare provoke her. She could only deflect. “Uh, we’ll talk next time we meet.”
She glanced outside. Night had deepened, the stars doing little to pierce the inky darkness. With a sigh, Liang Sheng couldn’t bring herself to kick out a seemingly defenseless girl (you sure about that?) at this hour.
“Head out in the morning,” she said, ruffling Hana’s hair.
“Really?!” Hana’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at Liang Sheng’s face. “Can I cuddle up with Sheng-chan while we sleep?!” As she spoke, she rubbed her ample chest against Liang Sheng’s.
Sharing a bed? Liang Sheng felt her innocence hanging by a thread. She clutched her chest protectively. “I’ll sleep on the floor, you take the bed. It’s the middle of the night—two girls alone like this could lead to trouble, you get that?”
“I don’t get it! I don’t wanna!” Hana pouted, clearly ready to force the issue.
A princess carry was child’s play for Hana. Ignoring Liang Sheng’s struggles, she scooped her up, deposited her on the bed, and wrapped her in a vice-like embrace, pinning her in place.
My innocence! Liang Sheng’s eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill.
But she didn’t dare fight back—she couldn’t win anyway. Selling out her “body” was the price for survival.
Liang Sheng barely slept that night, convinced some vicious demon lurked beside her.
At 4 a.m., she woke and nudged the soundly sleeping Hana. “Time to go. It’s morning—people will spot you soon.”
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Hana blinked awake, snuggled closer, and buried her face in Liang Sheng’s neck, whining sweetly. “Gimme a good morning kiss, or I won’t leave~”
Sigh. Time to trade on her looks again.
“Mwah~” Liang Sheng planted a light kiss on Hana’s forehead. Revitalized, Hana sprang up, flung open the window, and prepared to depart.
A sudden thought struck Liang Sheng. “Wait—how did you even find me?”
“I planted a locator in Sheng-chan’s skirt,” Hana replied with a sly smile. “But… don’t take it out, okay~? Otherwise, I won’t be able to track you, and who knows what I might do to the people around Sheng-chan~”
A blatant threat! Liang Sheng’s face twitched in fury, but she was powerless. What could she do besides whimper?
Once she’d finally shooed away this yandere plague, Liang Sheng collapsed onto the bed, a blissful smile spreading across her face. She slept like the dead.
She woke at 8 a.m., stretched lazily, and shuffled downstairs.
As she descended, raucous laughter echoed from Zhong Wen. What good news could that be? Still groggy from sleep, Liang Sheng felt foggy-headed.
“Daughter! Those people finally left!” Zhong Wen beamed.
Oh, right—the midnight scare courtesy of the yandere.
Liang Sheng bounded over to her mother, feigning curiosity. “What happened?”
“Haha! They got all jittery this morning and announced they were leaving. Your dad and I were completely clueless, but we weren’t about to beg them to stay. They vanished like smoke.”
Liang Sheng burst out laughing. “Pfft, hahaha!” That was the power of a yandere!
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November rolled around in the blink of an eye. Autumn had settled in, the weather turning chilly, the cicadas long silenced outside the windows. Liang Sheng skipped down the hallway in her school uniform. The past month had been blissfully uneventful.
“Liang Sheng, come to my office.” Dong Yue beckoned to the girl bouncing wildly down the corridor.
Liang Sheng trailed reluctantly behind her homeroom teacher into the office. She hated offices—back in her old world, her high school homeroom teacher had dragged her in plenty for scoldings. Though that one hadn’t been half as pretty as this.
Dong Yue’s favorability toward Su Ze had climbed to 58, while toward Liang Sheng it lingered at a measly 16. It wasn’t that Liang Sheng slacked off—sleeping in class, reading novels, sneaking snacks—but her test scores always ranked in the top five, so there wasn’t much to criticize.
Standing before Dong Yue, Liang Sheng grew tense by habit, twisting her fingers together nervously.
With a sigh, Dong Yue glanced at the midterms report card. Liang Sheng’s heart sank. Done for. I bombed it. The terror of grades loomed large!
Lifting her gaze slowly, Dong Yue saw the girl’s anxious face and smiled. “What are you so nervous about? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“N-No, nothing!” Liang Sheng waved her hands frantically, only amplifying her nerves.
“Do you think you flunked?” Dong Yue crossed her legs elegantly, sipped from her teacup while seated primly.
Liang Sheng’s head drooped. Yup, bombed it. That tone said it all.
Unfurling the report card, Dong Yue’s eyes crinkled into crescents, revealing a row of neat white teeth. “Ta-da~ Top of the class!”
Liang Sheng rubbed her eyes, stared at the card, and gaped in shock, drool nearly dribbling from her open mouth.
Her eyes bulged like saucers, disbelief etched in a dopey stare.
Thank the heavens~ Thanks for letting me transmigrate and taste the glory of first place!
“Very good,” Dong Yue praised. “You’re always so distracted in class—I figured you’d dropped a few ranks this time. First place instead!”
“You’re too kind,” Liang Sheng said modestly on the surface.
Hahaha! I’m a freaking genius! Her inner tomboy cackled wildly.
Leaving the office, Liang Sheng could barely walk straight—same hand and foot, stumbling along in a daze like she’d lost her marbles.
“Hey~ my beautiful, adorable Young Miss~” Leaning against the doorframe, she winked flirtatiously at Lu Ziqing.
Lu Ziqing shivered, eyeing her up and down. After a pause, she asked, “Did you take the wrong meds? Or forget them? Brain fried or something?”
…No sense of fun. Tch. Liang Sheng wobbled into the classroom.
That evening after school, Dong Yue summoned her back to the office.
“Liang Sheng, your grades are great, but…” Dong Yue smacked her lips, swallowing the rest.
Roar! Someone’s praising my smarts! Liang Sheng, who’d never heard that growing up, reveled in it.
“Ahem, Teacher, just spit it out.” She fought to suppress her smug grin.
Dong Yue nodded, but her throat felt dry. She reached for her teacup to wet it. “Hiss!” The tea scalded her tongue and lips, turning them bright red. Her eyes watered, tears brimming.
“You okay?” Liang Sheng reacted on instinct, tilting up Dong Yue’s chin. Tears swirled in the teacher’s eyes, her tongue protruding, blistered and crimson, with stray droplets of tea on her lower lip.
Liang Sheng leaned in close, murmuring, “Let me see how bad it is.” A faint, fresh fragrance wafted over as she inspected the damage carefully.
“Ah… you’ve got blisters. Let me blow on it.” She leaned down, exhaling gently. “Still hurt, Teacher?”
Dong Yue’s face flushed crimson in an instant, her heart pounding erratically. She felt oddly flustered.
Seriously, getting nervous around my own student? Dong Yue, you’re pathetic. She scolded herself inwardly.
Ding~
Dong Yue’s favorability toward Liang Sheng: 16
She turned her head away, unable to meet the girl’s eyes.
Covering her mouth to hide the blush, Dong Yue waved her off. “You can go now.”
Huh? You called me in just to watch you get scalded? Totally baffling.
“Out!” Dong Yue snapped, a hint of irritation creeping in.
Fine… Liang Sheng shrugged and headed out, muttering, “What got her so mad all of a sudden…?”
Once alone, Dong Yue realized she hadn’t said what she meant to. Annoyed, she clutched her head and sighed. Am I weird? Heart racing and blushing over a girl—my own student, no less. All because the kid had touched her.
No way. Time for some Olympiad math problems to calm her nerves.
On the road home, Liang Sheng puzzled over her homeroom teacher’s odd behavior. What did I do wrong? She just blew up at me.
Kicking a pebble, inspiration struck. Her face was red! She was totally embarrassed! Ahahaha, my irresistible charm strikes again.
Sigh. Too bad—loving me’s a dead end. I’m a die-hard straight girl. She shook her head wistfully.
Song An’an watched Liang Sheng zone out, nod, shake her head, then grin like an idiot. Perplexed, she interpreted it her own way: Zoning out meant, “Another girl’s hitting on me today—what to do?” Nodding: “Can’t let An’an know; she’ll get mad!” Shaking her head: “Don’t like her—how do I turn her down?” Grinning: “Heehee, I only love An’an!”
Giggling happily, Song An’an joined in the silliness.
Gu Yuqi stood there, utterly baffled by the two chuckling fools.
