Ch 201: Shocking! People actually have two hands!

Night, after a brief flurry of activity, gradually calmed. Rui Bu Si sat on her bed, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist.

There wasn’t much on her mind.

She vaguely recalled casually recounting to Mi Ya Xing a flawed and inaccurate story about her wanderings in the human world and her connection to Yan Si.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t good at storytelling.

The other party clearly sensed the fictional elements far outnumbered the reality in her contradictory narrative, yet still listened patiently, giving a surprisingly positive review:

“It’s incredibly dramatic and entertaining, far more realistic than the nonsense you spun about your experiences when you first enrolled.”

At the time, she thought back to which version she’d told at the start of the school year, the one that had made him stifle laughter—but she couldn’t recall it.

However, she realized that not only had her current version failed to deceive him, it had also exposed her previous deceptions.

And she understood a universal truth—people really should talk less.

“Don’t laugh.”

A completely ineffectual threat. After several attempts, Mi Ya Xing finally managed to straighten his lips, then said to her with a mixture of helplessness and amusement:

“I knew that your promise to tell me about your past was just a casual remark.”

“I wasn’t being casual,” she retorted, “I was serious!”

“Mmm,” he didn’t refute her rebuttal, “I look forward to the next masterpiece from our creative genius.”

She felt her creative ability had been insulted.

Then she heard a cold snort, laced with sarcasm.

The snort didn’t originate from her memories or from Mi Ya Xing.

It came from her current roommate, Ba Rui Si.

“So, Big Sis isn’t saying ‘wait a minute’ anymore,” her eyes lightly glanced at Rui Bu Si’s bracelet, the implication clear, “Do you remember what you said in the dorm earlier?”

Naturally, she couldn’t agree with her at this moment.

She blinked innocently: “Regardless, Ba Rui Si Young Miss and Hua Hua will always hold the top spots in my heart.”

Ba Rui Si hummed twice more, but this time the meaning was clearly different.

It seemed she was about to say something else, but before she could, Mulan Huahua spoke first:

“I never imagined we held such an important place in your heart. Rest assured, from now on, whether it’s climbing mountains of knives or plunging into seas of fire, I, Mulan Huahua, will never hesitate!”

It wasn’t as if anything required such a sacrifice from Mulan Huahua.

“You, you know, I’m the Meng Queen now, I…”

The dorm door slammed open, and the wind from outside blew away the touching harmony within.

Rui Bu Si realized she’d left someone out of her previous statements—someone who wasn’t in the dorm.

At the same time, she witnessed the speed of human transformation.

“Ah, love~” Putting away the righteous indignation that had been ready to sacrifice herself for her friends, Mulan Huahua was a completely different person.

As if a switch had been flipped, or a string in her brain had been plucked, she was back to her first-year self in a second, “Love~ is so magical, it makes one forget their roommates.”

Rui Bu Si felt a strong undercurrent of provocation.

Hua Hua, you’ve changed.

She was no longer the Hua Hua from the start of the school year, the one who worshipped her and took notes whenever she spoke.

Ya Ya yelped and lunged at her, casually tossing the duck she’d just retrieved to the side. The drowsy duck, mid-air, reacted with extraordinary speed, flapping its wings. Amidst a flurry of flying ducks and shouts, Ba Rui Si lost several precious strands of hair.

Mulan Huahua looked at the chaotic scene, unsure whether to continue speaking, comfort the heartbroken Ya Ya, or rescue the utterly despairing Ba Rui Si.

Perhaps, this was the great trial Rui Rui had mentioned, the one heaven was about to bestow upon her.

She hadn’t expected that the divination from earlier in the day would lead to such a sudden and unexpected test.

Sighing deeply, she lamented, and just as she finished, she made eye contact with an enraged Ba Rui Si.

She swallowed hard: “Ba Rui Si, let me explain.”

Huh?

What was she going to explain?

She didn’t know, she hadn’t thought it through.

At that moment, a bright light flashed in her mind, and Mulan Huahua decided to call it divine inspiration.

“Ba Rui Si, you know,” she said, carefully glancing at the other two, then lowering her voice, “You’re my favorite in the whole dorm. From the moment I saw you, I thought you were the undisputed Meng Queen.”

Rui Bu Si, still comforting Ya Ya, sighed deeply, Hua Hua had really changed.

“Xiao Luo Bu.”

“Yes.” Her back stiffened.

“Am I still your most important roommate?”

“Of, of course!”

“Why did you answer so hesitantly?”

“Of course I am!”

“Why are you speaking so quickly, like you’re lying?”

“I just want to show you my loyalty and sincerity.”

“Oh.”

Soothed?

“Then, Xiao Luo Bu, between me and Mi Ya Xing, who’s more important to you?”

“Of course it’s you, he’s no match for you, right?”

“If I buy you a bracelet, would you take his off and wear mine?”

“Of, of course.” However, she felt Ya Ya might actually give one, so she changed tack, “I just realised I have two hands.”

“Hmm?”

“Seems like I can wear one on each hand.”

Of course, it wasn’t impossible to wear two on the same hand.

…

Male Dormitory.

Eric and Mi Ya Xing returned almost simultaneously.

Their moods were good, but since it wasn’t their first day of dating, Eric could still perfectly control his excitement. He pulled out some unfinished Student Council business, chatting with Mi Ya Xing as usual.

As they talked, something felt off.

The other party responded half-heartedly, as if he wasn’t listening at all.

He looked over to see Mi Ya Xing staring blankly at his magic cube, occasionally letting out a strange chuckle.

Eric exclaimed: “Mi Ya Xing! What’s wrong with your hand?”

“Huh? What? My hand? Oh, oh.” He switched hands with the magic cube, “It’s nothing, I, uh, unconsciously bit myself while thinking.”

“Bit…himself while thinking?” He looked at his own hand again and again. Had Mi Ya Xing ever had this habit before?

“I should still take you to Oupa for treatment.”

“No need, it’s just a small wound, I’ll be mostly healed after a good night’s sleep. Let’s not bother him late at night.”

Mi Ya Xing finished, paused for a long moment:

“That, Eric, I have a question, I’d like to ask you.”

He spoke hesitantly, Eric was puzzled: “Of course, feel free to ask. Mi Ya Xing, when did we ever need to be this polite?”

“Then, I’ll ask.” He fidgeted with the magic cube, as if it could make him more relaxed, “Dating, what, what do you do?”

Eric’s brain briefly stalled.

Then he realised Mi Ya Xing wasn’t randomly asking him what he usually did with Wu Ke Na Na.

So he swallowed the work and training he was about to blurt out.

“With Rui Bu Si?”

“Ah, um.”

“Congratulations!”

“Um… there’s not much to congratulate.”

“No, you still need to be congratulated.” Their mutual understanding allowed him to see through Mi Ya Xing’s thoughts at a glance. He shook his head playfully without saying more.

“What to do specifically, you’ll know when you see her.”

“Oh, is that so.” Getting a vague answer, he fell into thought again.

You’ll naturally know when you see her?

The dorm was instantly silent except for the scratching of a pen on paper. Eric, while writing, habitually started talking to Mi Ya Xing.

However, the perfunctory tone told him that his good friend, while still responding to his words, was half preoccupied with the concept of love itself, and the other half with the object of his affection.

Yes, he had absolutely no place in his thoughts.