After a long pause, Kiana☆ glared at Fu Shi and said, "It's your fault. Fu Lin got mad."
Being blamed, Fu Shi frowned and pouted, thinking for a moment before retorting,
"It's partly my fault... but can you really say it's all on me? Don't you share some of the blame?"
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Sirin sat on the sofa, her hands constantly pressing the buttons on the game controller. Her pajamas, which should have been neat, were now terribly disheveled, loosely hanging on her body.
The nightcap on her head was also crooked, as if it could fall off at any moment.
Just then, a soft sound of footsteps came from behind her, followed by the sound of a door opening.
However, completely immersed in the game world, Sirin didn't even turn her head. Without thinking, she shouted loudly,
"Kiana☆, didn't I already tell you? Unless it's my brother coming back, don't bother me!"
Upon hearing this, Bella sitting next to Sirin turned her head, her eyes landing on Fu Lin standing at the door, then quickly realizing the mistake, she turned back and said to Sirin,
"Master, it's not Kiana☆. It's Fu Lin."
Sirin was stunned for a moment, then quickly hit the pause button on the game and gently placed the controller aside.
Next, Sirin turned around and looked toward the door.
Since she had been in a dim little room for so long, the bright light outside was too intense, and for a moment she couldn't make out the face of the person standing there. She had to squint slightly.
"Hm?"
Fu Lin walked into the room with a slightly uneasy expression, awkwardly lifting a hand to scratch his cheek like a child unsure of what to do after making a mistake.
After a long pause, Fu Lin said softly, "Little Sirin..."
At that moment, Sirin, sitting by the bed, was staring fixedly at the familiar yet strangely unfamiliar figure before her.
Even though she had already learned from Kiana☆ that Fu Lin was essentially the same person as her brother—
When faced with Fu Lin in reality, she couldn't help but freeze.
Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and no sound would come out.
Seeing her reaction, Fu Lin felt a wave of disappointment. With a helpless sigh, he spoke in a tone tinged with grievance,
"Could it be that little Sirin doesn't want to acknowledge me as her brother anymore?"
Hearing this, Sirin seemed to wake from a dream. A flash of panic crossed her eyes as she quickly opened her mouth and tentatively called out,
"Bro... brother?"
Fu Lin's face instantly lit up with a deeply gratified smile. Nodding excitedly, he responded,
"Aiya! I knew it! My little angel Sirin is still so thoughtful!"
Hearing this, the tension in Sirin's heart gradually eased.
However, when she heard Fu Lin calling her so affectionately, a blush like evening clouds crept up her fair cheeks as she shyly protested,
"N-no I'm not~"
Next, Fu Lin nodded with a big smile and looked around the room, hoping to find a place to sit down comfortably.
But to his great disappointment, after surveying the room, he was shocked to find piles of snack bags and soft drink bottles everywhere like small mountains.
Clothes were messily piled together, and even some private undergarments were tossed carelessly around—there was simply nowhere to step.
The mess was beyond belief!
In the end, Fu Lin had no choice but to stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say next.
At that moment, Sirin suddenly noticed the shy and flustered smile on Fu Lin's face. It was like a bolt of lightning through her mind, and she snapped back to her senses.
In an instant, Sirin's entire face turned bright red.
She scrambled up in a panic, gathering the underwear on the floor into her hands, then rushed to Fu Lin.
Fu Lin stared wide-eyed, completely surprised by Sirin's sudden move.
Fu Lin said, "Wait, little Sirin, I still have so much to say..."
Before he could figure out what was happening, Sirin had used all her strength to shove him out of the room.
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut. Sirin's voice came through the door,
"Brother, I... I need to clean up a bit, please wait outside!"
Fu Lin frowned, scratching his head, thinking of the messy state of Sirin's room, and couldn't help but worry,
"It's only been a while, how did Sirin end up like this? She's starting to look just like that System Spirit no Prometheus No 1."
Just the thought of the Prometheus's sloppy, lazy, and chaotic lifestyle sent a chill down Fu Lin's spine. He silently made up his mind,
"No way, I absolutely can't let little angel Sirin turn into that!"
But what should he do? Supervise her every day?
Fu Lin fell into deep thought, unknowingly walking back to the dining table and sitting down, tapping his chopsticks on the table as he pondered.
While thinking, Fu Lin's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought to himself,
'Haha! I've got it! Why not show Sirin a live stream of the Prometheus's daily life? If she doesn't want to be embarrassed, she'll definitely learn her lesson!'
Just as Fu Lin was basking in the brilliance of her idea, Kiana☆ curiously leaned over and asked,
"Fu Lin, what are you thinking about? Weren't you going to call Sirin for dinner? Why isn't she here yet? Didn't she open the door for you?"
Snapped out of his thoughts by Kiana☆'s question, Fu Lin smacked his own forehead and exclaimed,
"Ah! How could I forget the main thing!"
Saying that, Fu Lin quickly stood up, preparing to head back to Sirin's room.
When he opened the door again, Fu Lin could hardly believe his eyes.
The once filthy and chaotic room was now completely transformed.
All that remained was a neat and clean bed and a tidy desk.
The piles of junk were nowhere to be seen. It was as if the messy scene from earlier had just been a dream.
Standing nearby was Sirin, now dressed in a plain and tidy outfit. Her delicate, fair hands were held obediently behind her back, and a faint blush still lingered on her cheeks, making her look especially shy and adorable.
With her head slightly lowered, she gently twisted her body and timidly whispered in a mosquito-like voice, "Brother..."
Fu Lin walked forward with a smile, gently patting Sirin's head and dotingly said,
"Mm, now that's adorable~ Try not to eat so many snacks from now on. Let's go eat dinner together."
Hearing that, Sirin nodded sweetly, gave a soft "Mm," and then reached out to hold Fu Lin's hand.
The two of them walked toward the dining table together.
And Bella?
Of course, she followed behind with a face full of silent grievance.
On the way, Fu Lin was filled with questions and curiosity and couldn't help but ask,
"Little Sirin, it's only been a short while—how did you manage to make the whole room so clean and tidy?
And those mountains of junk—where did you even put all of them?"
At Fu Lin's rapid-fire questioning, Sirin suddenly paused mid-step.
Then, she let go of Fu Lin's hand and quickly sped up her pace, clearly not planning to explain anything.
Fu Lin looked on in confusion, his face full of questions as he watched Sirin's retreating back.
Meanwhile, in the Imaginary Space, a strange scene was playing out.
Piles of scattered junk and snack bags were floating mid-air like space debris gone out of control—bumping, spinning, drifting aimlessly, with no sense of direction, and no telling where they would end up.