Chapter 50: Yue Yiyue: Pick Up the Hammer

Gu Nanqiu didn’t look serious in class.

She sat there, poking Yue Yiyue now and then or touching her hand.

She would also smile openly at the teacher whenever the teacher looked over, putting on an expression that said she was paying attention.

But Yue Yiyue, sitting beside her, saw the messy notes in her notebook—and that hand, pretty as mutton-fat jade, stuck to her own.

Yue Yiyue lightly patted the back of Gu Nanqiu’s hand: “I’ll take notes for you. If you’re bored, just play with your phone.”

Gu Nanqiu wasn’t thrilled, but after thinking it over, she figured Yue Yiyue’s handwriting in her clean notebook would be fine too.

She handed over the notebook: “Sorry to trouble you, Yiyue, but I think I’d be happier if you chatted with me.”

Gu Nanqiu had picked a back-row seat in the lecture hall, so their low voices didn’t disturb the other students—but Yue Yiyue, who always focused during class, still felt guilty.

She patted Gu Nanqiu’s hand and pulled up a popular drama on her phone, signaling her to entertain herself with it.

Then she buried her head in her notes, jotting down the teacher’s key points.

The class wasn’t as dull as Yue Yiyue had feared; there was even pleasure in learning something new.

Except for He Wu up front, who kept turning to glance at Gu Nanqiu.

His glances were blatant, practically daring Yue Yiyue: he had designs on Gu Nanqiu, so come beat him up.

Yue Yiyue thought about it and decided that for Gu Nanqiu’s safety, at least for the next few days, they needed to stick together.

What bad intentions was this He Wu hiding? What exactly did he want to do? Was Xie Ying’s matter related to him?

And that Wu Zhen too.

Yue Yiyue felt that dealing with this might require talking to Wu Zhen.

But her thoughts were too chaotic right now; she had to focus on pressing matters.

The most urgent were those two monsters.

Box Head and Cake Servant—their goals seemed to be eliminating evil, but the Rules they triggered were bizarre.

Yue Yiyue still didn’t fully understand how she’d entered Box Head’s Rule.

Right, Tieba.

Yue Yiyue remembered Liu Mingdian saying to check Tieba for more details.

As soon as the bell rang, Yue Yiyue grabbed Gu Nanqiu and hurried home.

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Back home, Yue Yiyue tossed her coat on the sofa.

Gu Ye, who was watching Tom and Jerry, looked up: “Hm? Back already? Any gains? Any good food?”

“Yes, I’m going to check Tieba.”

Gu Nanqiu followed, eyeing Gu Ye on the sofa. She set her bag on the table. “Gu Ye, go downstairs and pick up the package. I’ll send the code later.

“On the way back, buy a few bottles of drinks too. Get whatever you want to eat.

Gu Nanqiu glanced at the retail cabinet: “Also get some braised dishes from Snack Street.”

“Okay.” Gu Ye stood up, eyeing Yue Yiyue’s coat. She glanced at Gu Nanqiu to confirm she wouldn’t get hit. “Yiyue, lend me your coat. Mine’s in the wash.”

“Just wear it.” Yue Yiyue had already run to the study by then.

“There’s a key in the pocket too. Come back early.”

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Afterward, Yue Yiyue focused entirely on the screen in front of her.

She quickly familiarized herself with Tieba’s layout and searched for keywords.

Wishing Cake.

Nothing.

Yue Yiyue switched to the School’s Tieba.

Amid countless posts begging for Gu Nanqiu’s contact info, a few freshmen posts asked questions.

Yue Yiyue patiently searched for the information she needed.

As she scrolled, colorful pictures caught her eye.

One post caught her eye, and she clicked it curiously.

“What happened in front of the Chinese Department last night? Why is it blocked off with barriers today?”

It seemed related to that incident with Gu Ye.

There were a few attached pictures that looked pretty scary.

Yue Yiyue didn’t dare imagine how Gu Ye had escaped.

Recalling Gu Ye’s carefree attitude, she could only chalk it up to the fool’s dumb luck.

The comments were chaotic; most said something had broken and the school had quickly compensated.

But no one explained exactly what happened.

Then the post got locked right before her eyes.

……

Good thing she’d saved the pictures; she’d check them later.

Yue Yiyue scrolled further down.

Finally, in a post from late September, she found one related to the Wishing Cake.

The original poster was asking about the authenticity of the rumor.

Someone with a white avatar and garbled nickname posted a link.

Mysterious reply: “No discussion in public, kiss kiss. For Wishing Cake matters, check the dedicated webpage.”

Yue Yiyue curiously clicked the link, which soon redirected to a completely black page.

In the center, a childish cake icon colored in bit by bit.

Finally, the cake filled with color, and the page content appeared.

【Lately, Wishing Cakes seem to have decreased…… I checked several Cake Shops and couldn’t buy any.】

【Kiss kiss, thanks everyone, I found a Wishing Cake, my wish came true! Thanks for the help. As feedback, I’ll tell you all: after 6 PM is the peak time for Wishing Cakes to appear! Remember, 6 PM!】

【“Aaaah! That damn scumbag finally died, really, thanks Wishing Cake! He cheated first and refused to divorce. Now it’s great; per my wish, he died in the most crowded place. Seeing the news, I was thrilled to death.”】

This lined up with that Cake Shop incident…

She opened the post and saw a peace-sign hand over a posthumous photo.

Many below left comments asking if there were side effects or if she had sacrificed something else.

The OP replied one by one: “No, nothing happened at all.”

“Hey, because there are still many people who will get the Mango Flavor! They are the ones paying the price, while we are the believers chosen by the Cake God.”

“The trick? The trick is definitely to keep a kind heart and sincerely want to eliminate evil without selfishness.”

“Speaking of which, I’m already a believer of the Wish Cake God Cult. I staunchly defend our supreme Cake God!”

Cakes have decreased? No no no, it’s because you’re not devout enough. It’s because you’re not devout that the Cakes won’t come to you. If you really need it, I have some methods; add my contact…… As for how, just comment, I’ll pick based on vibe.”

Below were dense clusters of “May good people live safely forever” with contact info.

After staring at the post for a long time, Yue Yiyue followed suit. She typed “May good people live safely forever” and added her harasser’s contact.

She conveniently sent a message to that SMS sender: “Later someone will add you, don’t refuse. I have something; follow my instructions then.”

The reply came instantly: “Oh my god, baby, you really see me as one of your own, wuwuwu. Is there an important mission for me?”

“Don’t worry, baby. Whatever you arrange, I’ll do perfectly.”

“What do you need? Money? Power? Or is that person displeasing you, want me to kill her? I can’t get to you now, but I have other ways. Baby, just say, I’ll arrange it right away.”

Yue Yiyue looked at the nonstop jumping messages and summed it up briefly: “I have something to ask the owner of this number. She won’t trace any info about you through this, right? After all, you’re so capable.”

After a brief pause, the texts came even faster.

They mixed affection with nonsense.

Yue Yiyue sifted through them for a while before spotting the promise: “Okay, baby…

She put away the phone.

Yue Yiyue continued browsing other posts.

Most were from people who ate matcha-flavored Strawberry Cakes, all praising the Cake God.

In her view, they had one goal: lure more people to buy these wish-granting cakes.

She’d scoured the site. It wasn’t time to report it yet, but she could submit it as a clue to…

Regular police might not cut it. If she remembered right, a local Special Police Department handled Rules.

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After hesitating repeatedly, Yue Yiyue booked an online consultation slot with Zhang Jingming.

Soon, Doctor Zhang came online, and Yue Yiyue sent her prepared wording: “Doctor Zhang, hello. I’m the one who consulted you before. We talked about some supernatural phenomena then. Is it convenient to chat now?”

Soon, a call came from the other side.

After some back-and-forth, Yue Yiyue shared the site. Zhang Jingming thanked her and asked for contact info, saying the Special Police Department would follow up in a couple days.

At this, Yue Yiyue hesitated a bit.

Zhang Jingming sensed the hesitation and understood her concerns. She told Yue Yiyue to wait a moment.

Soon, a photo of credentials came over.

The style was similar to the Coroner’s……

Yue Yiyue stared for a while: “Forgive my rudeness, but do you have a psychologist there called the Coroner?”

The phrasing sounded particularly odd, and Yue Yiyue belatedly apologized: “Sorry, I must have mixed it up.”

“No, we don’t,” Zhang Jingming said gently. “She’s our colleague. Didn’t expect you to have such an affinity with our department. We’ll have the Coroner contact you soon.”

“She’s just finished her vacation anyway.”

Hearing this, Yue Yiyue inexplicably felt it was quite a coincidence, but she said nothing else. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, listening to Zhang Jingming’s instructions.

Protect your Mental Value well.

If Mental Value drops too low, you start seeing things invisible to others.

As for how to protect Mental Value, Zhang Jingming left it as: “The Coroner will tell you later.”

After hanging up, Yue Yiyue looked at the phone screen.

Xie Ying’s condition seemed related to Mental Value.

If she became like that because she ate Mango-Flavored Strawberry Cake, that was odd.

Nowhere in the info she’d browsed was Mango-Flavored Strawberry Cake mentioned.

It even seemed deliberately avoided.

So… had those who ate the Mango Flavor gone mad like Xie Ying?

Or had they paid the price and could not express their plight online?

Or perhaps they were already dead?

Much info was sealed away, leaving her clueless.

How many people had joined this wish-wrapped god-making activity?

What did that Cake-Head Monster want?

Somehow, the computer page refreshed itself.

The latest post appeared before Yue Yiyue.

【I got a Wishing Cake…… My wish is for Gu Nanqiu to love me forever and ever and ever…… Everyone, wait for my feedback!】