The blonde girl stared into Ye Zhibai’s eyes.
But Ye Zhibai did not meet the blonde girl’s gaze.
She kept her head lowered.
Who had told her to make her grand entrance standing in the blazing sun? Did she think that looked cool!?
It was blinding!
Had she just called out “Little Bai’er”?
Eww… what a cloyingly sweet nickname. Who was the poor soul on the receiving end?
Guang Yu flicked her tail and smacked Ye Zhibai on the butt, offering a helpful reminder.
“That’s you they’re calling—your name has a ‘Bai’ in it.”
“…”
Oh, right. Me.
Ye Zhibai still wasn’t used to the “Bai” in her name. After all, it had been a different character before—one pronounced slightly differently.
And when Ye Zhibai fully realized that this saccharine nickname was meant for her…
Goosebumps erupted all over her skin!
“And hey, Ye Zhibai.” Before scurrying behind the car to watch from a safe distance, Guang Yu tossed out one last line. “Things might get explosive next! Eww, look at your sister’s face… Whatever, I might get caught in the crossfire. I’m slipping away first!”
“Hey…?”
What on earth could frighten a brave little fox like that?
Ye Zhibai turned toward the figure beside her, squinting against the light.
“!”
To be fair, she totally got Guang Yu’s fear now!
At this moment, Ye Zhiyun was like a completely different person from moments ago!
Her brows furrowed tightly as she glared at the blonde girl. Murderous intent filled her pretty little face.
Murderous aura billowed from her.
This wasn’t mere hyperbole.
There was actual killing intent!
Ye Zhiyun instinctively stepped in front of Ye Zhibai, cutting off the blonde girl’s view of her sister.
Then, in a low voice, she spoke.
“Lin Zihan, what did you just call my sister?”
The blonde girl named Lin Zihan flashed an elegant smile, her red eyes brimming with inscrutable mystery.
“Ah… scary, scary. Zhiyun, it’s been ages, and you’re still so hot-tempered. Ha, say what you will—the three of us were childhood friends once. Remember? Little Bai’er and me, and you, playing hide-and-seek in my family’s courtyard!”
That was the art of words.
Little Bai’er and me.
And you.
Those pauses carried real weight.
She spoke as if fondly reminiscing about old times, yet her face showed no trace of nostalgia.
No one could tell what she was really thinking.
After all that, she had finally answered Ye Zhiyun’s question.
“You mean the nickname…? Pfft, Little Bai’er, obviously. Little Bai’er is just Little Bai’er—so cute as ever~ Um, Zhiyun, you’re blocking my view. How am I supposed to see what Little Bai’er looks like now? Mind stepping aside? Thanks ever so much~”
Ye Zhibai could clearly see Yun’er’s fists clenched with enough force to strangle a giraffe.
When she glanced sideways, the killing intent in her eyes was resolute.
Look at how furious she’d made the poor girl!
Gazing at the blonde across from them, Ye Zhibai could think of only one phrase.
—This woman was playing with fire!
Ye Zhiyun let out a furious laugh.
Restrain yourself… stay calm.
She clung to her principle: avoid violence whenever possible.
With a cold snort, Ye Zhiyun treated this Lin Family Eldest Miss not as an old childhood friend but adopted the full authority of the Student Council President. She spoke sternly and earnestly.
“Lin Zihan, your words just now will have consequences—that’s guaranteed. Also, class is in session right now. As a student of Qihai No.1 Middle School, you’re brazenly skipping class and showing up in front of a Student Council member with that awful attitude. I advise you: get out of here immediately and go back to class.”
Student Council member—she meant herself, the top boss herself, the Student Council President.
Class time?
Lin Zihan burst into laughter as if she’d heard the joke of the century. Her silvery, bell-like giggles rang out once more.
She ignored Ye Zhiyun’s warning entirely. Instead, she took a few dainty steps to the side.
Now she could finally see the blocked Little Bai’er.
Naturally, Ye Zhiyun shifted with her, keeping up the shield.
“…”
Lin Zihan gave up tangling with her and raised her voice to address Ye Zhibai directly. “Little Bai’er! Why won’t you come out? Do you remember me? It’s Lin Zihan! We used to play all the time as kids! I even fed you cake by hand! Sigh… these past two years while you were in a coma, I’ve thought of you day and night, barely eating or sleeping from worry…”
Ye Zhibai racked her brain.
What the heck am I supposed to say? I don’t even know you!
I just don’t get it—this body was a total empty shell before, so how did it rack up such a colorful love life?
And I, before I died—with all my soul and personality—had zero romantic entanglements!
Comparisons are the thief of joy. Even comparing my past self to my current one was infuriating!
Ye Zhibai was just about to step forward and clarify things.
But before she could, Ye Zhiyun made her move.
Polite words hadn’t worked.
No point in more talk.
“What fake sincerity—it’s disgusting. Also, Lin Zihan, how many times have you called my sister ‘Little Bai’er’ so far?”
“Eh?”
“Don’t remember? Fine, I’ll keep count for you. Seven times. Head Maid, hand me that wooden stick.”
“Yes, Second Miss.”
A Second Miss’s orders were absolute.
Without a word, the Head Maid passed over the sturdy stick, more than a meter long.
Ye Zhiyun hefted the stick, tested its weight, and nodded in satisfaction.
She glanced back at Ye Zhibai first. Her icy expression flipped like a chameleon’s skin to a bright, warm smile!
“Don’t worry, Sister. For what’s coming, if you can, head to the car or close your eyes. It might get violent—not suitable viewing for you.”
“!”
Ye Zhibai’s first instinct was pure shock.
She thought Yun’er was seriously about to assault someone over this petty nonsense!
But on second thought… no way.
This had to be Yun’er’s brilliant strategy!
Waving the stick to intimidate Lin Zihan into backing off and heading back to class without further hassle—genius!
Having given her instructions, Ye Zhiyun turned forward again.
The face-changing act kept going.
Ice cold once more.
Ye Zhiyun advanced with firm strides, the stick steady in her grip.
Each footfall carried tangible pressure.
Lin Zihan’s smile grew rigid. She was still squinting in forced mirth, but a bead of cold sweat trickled down her temple.
Her lips twitched as she struggled to hold her elegant pose. “Zhi… Zhiyun, you wouldn’t really… Hey… stay back! Little Bai’er! Save me! This is bad—really bad!”
Hey, what was she so afraid of?
Yun’er just wanted to scare her.
With that sharp tongue but soft heart, she surely wouldn’t actually strike.
Arms crossed over her chest, Ye Zhibai nodded firmly, fully convinced of her own logic.
But then—
In the brief moment it took her to nod and look up—
“Lin Zihan!! Die for me!!”
“Ah!!!”
“!”
Ye Zhibai jolted in fright!
She whipped her head forward.
Her pupils shrank in shock!
Yun’er hadn’t hesitated for a second. She swung the stick in a fierce horizontal sweep straight at Lin Zihan’s legs.
Lin Zihan unleashed a piercing shriek of agony. All traces of her elegance shattered!
The stick connected solidly with her calf before skimming the ground, sending Lin Zihan crashing down with a thud—right on her butt!
Sprawled on the ground, Lin Zihan blinked her right eye in dazed confusion—the one not hidden by her slanted bangs.
Eh… who was she? Where was this?!
She’d actually swung!?
What else would you expect?
Ye Zhiyun’s rule: avoid hands if you can.
But when action was called for, strike to kill!
“Call my sister ‘Little Bai’er’ one more time—try it! I’ll beat you dead, you fox spirit! That’s seven calls—one down, six to go. Die!”
“Your sister’s lost it! Totally crazy! Little Bai’er, save me!”
“That’s eight now—one more whack!”
“Ah!!!”
