"I told you this slash would be cool..."
But the next second, Fu Lin's vision went black and he collapsed headfirst to the ground, crashing into it and leaving a big pit.
Everyone, "...."
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The gentle mountain breeze was like a pair of tender hands, softly caressing Fu Lin's cheeks, bringing a wave of refreshing comfort.
"Uh... what happened to me..." Accompanied by a low murmur, Fu Lin's tightly shut eyes slowly opened at last.
As his vision gradually cleared, a lovely face suddenly appeared before him—Fu Shi was gazing at him with a look of deep concern, and this unexpected sight made Fu Lin slightly dazed.
"Fu Lin, you're awake! That's wonderful."
Fu Shi's voice was filled with undisguised joy. Her usually calm face was now blooming with a radiant smile because of Fu Lin's awakening.
However, Fu Lin didn't respond to Fu Shi's greeting.
He simply stared blankly at the scene in front of him, mumbling unconsciously,
"I'm lying down, Fu Shi is kneeling, this distance... and that heavenly sensation from the back of my head..."
Just waking from unconsciousness, Fu Lin's mind was still a bit fuzzy, not yet fully grasping the current situation. But instinct told him that something about this scene didn't seem quite right.
Hearing Fu Lin's muttering, Fu Shi was momentarily stunned. Her cheeks turned slightly red, then she couldn't help but chuckle,
"Don't say such weird things, this is a lap pillow, okay? So, how is it? Comfy?"
As she spoke, Fu Shi gently combed Fu Lin's hair with her fingers, a playful and teasing glint in her eyes.
If the Fu Lin currently lying on her lap had reverted to his usual appearance instead of this Mei☆ form, perhaps the scene would've been even more harmonious and amusing.
Fu Lin subconsciously nodded, showing a blissful expression, silently thinking,
"Fu Shi's lap pillow... only a fool would get up! Even if I'm fine, I'll pretend I'm gravely injured."
Fu Shi's thighs were round and bouncy, that soft, fleshy touch was the very essence of comfort.
Resting his head there brought an unprecedented wave of relaxation over him.
Thus, Fu Lin continued to bask in this warmth with a clear conscience.
However, Fu Lin suddenly seemed to recall something important.
A cloud of black mist suddenly burst from his body, and in the next moment, Fu Lin reverted to his usual self, the one everyone was familiar with.
Then, with a content expression, he began rubbing his cheek against Fu Shi's thighs like a spoiled kitten, occasionally letting out lewd, infatuated noises.
"Hehehe, Fu Shi's thighs... so soft... so fragrant... hehe, I wanna lick...!"
Seeing Fu Lin like this, Fu Shi couldn't help but roll her eyes in exasperation, silently thinking,
"Is Fu Lin showing his true colors now?"
Though she felt a bit shy about Fu Lin's actions, she didn't dislike it. In fact, there was a trace of delight—after all, making this guy act like this was rather amusing.
But when she recalled Fu Lin's reckless behavior earlier, her once-calm mood instantly turned agitated.
She glared at Fu Lin angrily, scolding him with mock anger,
"You idiot, moron, super big dummy! You're absolutely not allowed to be so reckless again! Do you have any idea how scared I was when you lost consciousness just now...?"
Faced with Fu Shi's barrage of scolding, Fu Lin nodded repeatedly like a chicken, earnestly admitting his mistake and solemnly promising never to repeat it.
At that moment, Mei☆, who had been silently observing them from the side, narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold aura emanating from her.
Seeing Fu Lin lying so comfortably on Fu Shi's lap stirred up a surge of envy and jealousy within her.
If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat Fu Shi, then perhaps right now, it would be her lap that Fu Lin was resting on... and showing that same expression...
Thinking of this, a blush crept onto Mei☆'s pretty face, but it was soon replaced by deep disappointment.
Then, Mei☆ slowly lifted her head, gazing at the cracked clouds in the sky, and said solemnly,
"We should return to St. Freya first. This place isn't safe.
It won't be long before people from Schicksal and Anti-Entropy arrive. When that happens, the situation might spiral out of control."
Hearing Mei☆'s words, Fu Shi gently stroked Fu Lin's suddenly stiffened head while retorting dismissively,
"Why are you in such a hurry? Can't stand seeing me getting close to Fu Lin?
And even if Schicksal and Anti-Entropy join forces, they're definitely no match for me. What's there to be afraid of?"
However, at this moment, with his back facing Mei☆, Fu Lin's pale face blushed, and the light in his once-bright eyes dimmed.
Fu Lin never imagined that he would be so careless, so unguarded, as to reveal his true self completely in front of Mei☆!
Scenes from just moments ago replayed in Fu Lin's mind, tangled with regret and embarrassment, leaving his thoughts in complete disarray.
Just thinking about Mei☆ possibly still watching him made Fu Lin jolt like he was struck by lightning, and he shot up from Fu Shi's lap in a flash.
His movement was so fast it stirred a small breeze.
Then, as he looked up, he happened to meet Mei☆'s gaze.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and everything around them blurred.
Fu Lin felt a rush of blood to his head, his face flushing red, and his ears burning.
His eyes darted around nervously—one moment looking at the ground, the next at the distant sky—as if nowhere felt right to look, completely unsure how to face such an embarrassing situation.
Standing nearby, Mei☆ saw Fu Lin's flustered state and couldn't help but smile slightly, the corners of her mouth curling into a pleasant arc.
She gave a light cough, then spoke slowly and deliberately,
"It's better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Besides, the class monitor is still waiting for you to return, Fu Shi."
As soon as she heard that the old antique was waiting, Fu Shi, who had been wavering about whether to return, suddenly grew serious.
At that moment, something about Fu Lin caught her attention—he was energetically digging a hole with a shovel.
Fu Shi's eyes filled with puzzlement, her lips slightly parted as if to speak, and she hesitantly asked,
"Y-You… what are you doing, Fu Lin?"
On the other side, Fu Lin seemed not to hear her, lying down in the freshly dug hole.
He clutched a delicate, snow-white daisy in his hand, eyes tightly shut, as if he had severed all ties with the world.
His face, usually brimming with sunshine and smiles, was now full of despair and helplessness. In a voice barely above a whisper, he muttered weakly,
"Social death is still death... rather than suffer that pain, I might as well dig a hole here and bury myself completely..."
Fu Shi and Mei☆, "....."