Ch 129: At that moment, just as before.

The Council of Elders’ notice stated that because Principal Kendouji was secretly hiding the Nether Moon Stone, they decided to temporarily detain him in the Heavenly Prison for later processing.

“Was the stone Teacher Victoria was holding that day the Nether Moon Stone?” Mi Ya Xing murmured to himself, furrowing his brow.

He first saw that stone in Victoria’s hand, and subsequently speculated that it came from Wu Ke Na Na.

Secretly hiding the Nether Moon Stone, in other words, Principal Kendouji took all the blame upon himself.

It’s also possible that Principal Kendouji placed the stone on Wu Ke Na Na.

So, what exactly is the Nether Moon Stone?

“Hey, tell me, why can’t Eric tell me about this?”

The fact that the Council of Elders could directly post such a notice shows that the name of this stone is not some unseen secret.

Then why couldn’t Eric tell him?

Not only did he not tell him, but his reaction to even a single question was so great.

“I don’t know,” she said, “I’m not Eric. You haven’t made me happy yet.”

Huh?

Not yet?!

“We just walked from one end of the Magic Commercial Street to the other, and you’re still not happy?”

“Questioning me?”

“Of course not.” He couldn’t bear that burden.

Rui Bu Si recalled something else that Ba Rui Si mentioned every day in the dormitory: “The Good Friends Festival is in two days. You didn’t give me a gift last year, I want compensation.”

Last year’s Good Friends Festival…

Mi Ya Xing remembered that everyone still thought Wu Ke Na Na was Princess Naiya at that time, and there was Naiya’s poisoning and the Arts and Sciences Classroom fire, so no one was in the mood to celebrate the festival.

“Were we good friends then?” Under her gaze that revealed dangerous information, he quickly changed his words, “Of course we were, I was just joking.”

“So, Classmate Rui Bu Si, what will my Good Friends Festival gift be?”

“Well, we haven’t made up yet.”

Oh no, she didn’t have anything she could give away.

Should she go find Ba Rui Si and pick up some things?

I wonder if Mulan Huahua has made up with Ba Rui Si.

Mi Ya Xing saw her expression and understood that this “awkwardness” wouldn’t be resolved until after the Good Friends Festival.

“You gave gifts to each other on Lan Bao’s birthday, but you didn’t give me one on my birthday.”

“Because at that time last year, we…” weren’t close yet.

That didn’t seem right to say.

“We had a fight.”

Yes, that’s it.

“What was the fight about?”

“It was a one-sided fight on my part; you didn’t even realize it.” How could she make this up on the spot?

“What about this year?”

“This year…” Should she find something for them to fight about?

“Classmate Rui Bu Si, as your very, very, very best friend, will I not receive a birthday present every year?”

“Of course not, Classmate Mi Ya Xing,” she would go back and organize her belongings later, “I’m very generous to my friends.”

“So, Classmate Rui Bu Si, are we officially reconciled now?”

Oops.

She had forgotten that she was supposed to be still angry.

“Mm, okay.”

“Does ‘Mm, okay’ mean we’re reconciled or not?”

“It means I don’t really want to make up so quickly, but I can’t find an excuse.”

She would go observe Ba Rui Si more closely.

Ba Rui Si was the most argumentative person she had ever met. Her reasons for getting angry were more absurd than Yin Sen.

With a slight smile, Mi Ya Xing feigned difficulty and grievance: “Then how can we be considered willingly reconciled?”

Rui Bu Si was stumped by his question.

She only knew that apologizing had several steps; those steps were what Ba Rui Si had been ranting about in the dormitory all day.

—Although no one listened.

“The generous Classmate Rui Bu Si decides to willingly reconcile with you now.”

Never mind if she couldn’t think of anything.

She only made it difficult for others.

Not herself.

“Then will there be a Good Friends Festival gift after we make up?”

It seemed that someone was destined to make things difficult for her today.

“Anything is fine. I’ve never received a gift from anyone other than Eric and Wu Ke Na Na.”

He used to… have very few friends.

“Really anything?” Rui Bu Si was a little suspicious.

It felt like the Quark Clan placed great importance on this festival.

Otherwise, why would Ya Ya choose that day to apologize?

It might be because apologies on other days would most likely result in scolding.

“Really.”

Alright, he said so, so she would reluctantly believe him.

“But I have something to tell you, you might get angry.”

Rui Bu Si: ?

“You made me happy just to tell me something that will make me angry?”

Mi Ya Xing defended himself: “There’s only a possibility of getting angry.”

“You can still consider not saying it.” She reluctantly gave him a chance.

“If you don’t say it, you know you might be even angrier later.”

?

She wanted to hear what it was.

“Say it, I don’t have a habit of hitting people.”

Putting down what he was carrying, he straightened up, met Rui Bu Si’s gaze, and after moving his wrists, picked it up again.

Forget it, carry it for a while longer.

“When you were unconscious because you wished on the Infinite Egg, I saw a name in your inner world.” The question that had been lingering for a long time was finally put to the person concerned.

He hadn’t planned on saying it.

But after knowing that he was about to get an answer, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to ask her.

“‘Yan Si,’ she is a certain Naiya in the history of the Quark Clan, and you… know her?”

He knew that she grew up wandering on Earth since she was a child, and that she had once lived in the Wizard’s realm.

But he couldn’t figure it out no matter what.

Why would she know a Naiya from the Quark Clan?

A Naiya that almost no one knew about.

“I only looked at that piece of paper out of curiosity; I didn’t intend to pry into your privacy,” well, actually, there was a little bit of that, “it’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

Oh, that incident.

Rui Bu Si had a vague recollection.

“I did know her.” Her answer was ambiguous. “Why are you bringing this up now?”

She remembered Mi Ya Xing hiding behind Facebook in the library, the unfinished words mentioning A Lu Ai Ta.

“I asked Teacher A Lu Ai Ta, and she said she’ll give me the answer in the next class.”

Ah, it really was because of A Lu Ai Ta.

After voicing the long-suppressed matter, he felt a little relieved, yet also a little more conflicted.

“I didn’t intend to tell you about Yan Si.” She didn’t know how A Lu Ai Ta knew, but she probably knew less than A Lu Ai Ta.

“Well, if you want to investigate, there’s nothing I can’t let you know.”

In any case, no matter which history book recorded Yan Si, it would be impossible to include “Rui Bu Si”.

“Classmate Rui Bu Si, you speak in a way that makes people curious and unable to sleep all night.”

“Don’t you have a Good Sleep Eye Mask? Put it on yourself.” She didn’t care whether he slept well or not.

Mi Ya Xing remembered the first time he sent her back to the dormitory, he deliberately stopped halfway through a sentence to pique her curiosity.

“I gave you the last eye mask that night when I sent you back.”

“I don’t care.”

“But I told you later, so you’ll tell me in the future too, right?”

Actually, he now felt that whether he knew or not wasn’t very important.

—He just wanted to know more about her past.

The person in front turned around, raised her chin, and then turned back: “We’ll talk about it then.”

“Okay,” he followed her train of thought, “Then I might have several sleepless nights.”

—If she was willing to tell him.