Before the unlucky chubby boy could even swallow the meat bun in his mouth, someone grabbed him by the neck and then pressed down on his head. He stared blankly at Lian Xiaoju standing before him. Lian Qiguang held the chubby boy down with one hand while keeping the other in his pocket; he tilted his head back to watch the aircraft constantly flying across the sky, his mind once again wandering off somewhere else.
“I’m so sorry!!” Lian Xiaoju bowed at a ninety-degree angle with a swift “swish!” Her originally pale face instantly flushed crimson. “Excuse me, where is the dean? If it’s convenient, please take me to him.”
The chubby boy stared blankly at Lian Xiao-ju, then tilted his head to look at Lian Qi-guang, who was holding his head down. Lian Qi-guang didn’t look down; instead, he suddenly tightened his grip on the boy’s head, causing him to cry out in pain. “Answer the question,” Lian Qi-guang said expressionlessly. “Or I’ll chop your head off.”
“Over there.” Intimidated by Lian Qiguang, the chubby boy blankly stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction. Lian Qiguang glanced in the direction he was pointing, remained silent for a long time, then mechanically pulled a bundle of rope from his spatial pocket, tied one end around the chubby boy’s neck, and tossed the other end to Lian Xiaoju: “Lead the way.”
Lian Xiaoju stiffly gripped the rope, leading the chubby boy in a daze.
“……………… Second Brother.”
“Don’t be afraid. If he dares to run, I’ll chop him down.” With his hands tucked into his pants pockets, he stared expressionlessly at his toes, returning to his usual state—lost in thought.
‘But that’s not what I wanted to say.’ Lian Xiaoju stared blankly at Lian Qiguang, opened her mouth, but no words came out.
“Please take me to see the dean.” Lian Xiaoju, her whole body stiff, held one of the chubby boy’s hands and walked toward the direction he had just pointed to.
“……………….” The chubby boy
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“What an arrogant kid,” murmured a handsome young man in a military academy uniform from a short distance away, his expression unsettled as he watched Lian Qiguang’s retreating figure. If Lian Qiguang had been there at that moment, he would have recognized the young man as none other than Ji Shilin—the scumbag the original owner of this body had a secret crush on. “ “Ha! So cocky. If he doesn’t have some connections, life at the military academy isn’t going to be easy for him.” Another person following behind Ji Shilin snorted contemptuously, a devious gleam flashing in his shrewd and sinister eyes.
“Zhang Qi.” Ji Shilin narrowed his eyes slightly. “Don’t you think that boy looks familiar?” “Young Master Ji, do you know him?” “No.” Ji Shilin shook his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “But he feels so familiar—like I’ve seen him somewhere before.” Moreover, the boy gave him an inexplicable sense of unease. “Young Master Ji, there’s no need to worry. If he really is a freshman this year, we’ll run into him around campus eventually. If he isn’t a freshman, there’s no reason for us to cross paths.” In response to Zhang Qi’s words, Ji Shilin nodded and said nothing more, but he couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at the back of his mind.
“Oh, right.” As if suddenly remembering something, Ji Shilin turned around. “How’s that matter with Lian Qiguang coming along?” When he mentioned that name, Ji Shilin’s eyes clearly betrayed disgust and aversion.
“Rest assured, Young Master Ji. Anything I take on is handled smoothly and securely.” Zhang Qi smiled, his eyes filled with a cold, menacing glint. “Once you enter Zone 5, don’t expect to come out unscathed—especially since Lian Qiguang is a complete failure at both psychic abilities and physical combat.”
“As long as it’s handled properly. Tell those people to keep their mouths shut, or else…” A cold gleam flashed in Ji Shilin’s eyes as he turned and walked away.
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Lian Xiaoju led the chubby boy by the hand, followed by a distracted Lian Qiguang, with the expressionless and stern-faced 009-a walking beside them. This odd combination caused passersby to turn their heads frequently. Guided by the chubby boy, Lian Qiguang and Lian Xiaoju soon found the dean’s office.
“I’m sorry,” Lian Xiaoju said, her face flushed as she bowed repeatedly to the chubby boy, twisting her cuffs nervously with both hands. “And thank you.”
The chubby boy stared blankly at Lian Xiao-ju, then shifted his gaze to Lian Qi-guang, who stood with his hands in his pockets, staring blankly at his toes.
After a long silence, the chubby boy stepped forward, grabbed Lian Qi-guang’s sleeve, and said with a strange expression, “Hero, give us your name!”
The title “hero” successfully snapped Lian Qiguang back to reality. He raised his head blankly and stared expressionlessly at the chubby little bun. After a long moment, Lian Qiguang calmly uttered two words: “Kumu.”
“My name is Mi Xiaobao, but everyone calls me Mi Xiaopang.” Mi Xiaobao’s lips curled upward, his round face instantly scrunching up into a ball, his eyes narrowing to slits.
“……………….” He shot Mi Xiaobao an expressionless glance, then calmly looked down again, his mind going blank. He really was pretty chubby. In the eyes of a zombie, this was a huge chunk of fatty meat—and it was even roasted, sprinkled with cumin and pepper.
“Second Brother, let’s go inside.” Lian Xiaoju took Lian Qiguang’s hand and headed toward the dean’s office.
“Hero! I’m from the Rescue Department.”
Facing Mi Xiaobao’s shout from behind, Lian Qiguang kept one hand in his pocket and, without even looking up, gave a casual wave with the other. Mi Xiaobao instantly propped his chin in his hand, his face flushing with excitement. “So cool! My idol!!!”
‘He’s crazy. He must’ve forgotten to take his meds.’ He withdrew his hand expressionlessly, silently forming his first impression of Mi Xiaobao.