With Su Yao and Zeng Yan suddenly joining in, what had started as Fang Yao’s lively, one-sided explanation turned into a lively, four-way conversation.
Hmm…
At least, that’s how it looked on the surface.
‘So this kind of atmosphere really does exist.’
With her years of hunter intuition, Su Wanyue could clearly sense a faint whiff of gunpowder in the air.
“Su Wanyue, who is she?” Su Yao pointed at Fang Yao across the table and pouted, “I sent you so many messages, and you never replied.”
Su Wanyue suddenly remembered: when she infiltrated No.1 Middle School, she had created a new chat account to avoid detection by her sister and had added Su Yao as a friend.
After the mission ended, Su Wanyue was so busy dealing with the aftermath that she completely forgot about it.
She never expected it to backfire now.
Su Wanyue pulled out her phone and switched to the other account.
The moment the app opened, 99+ unread messages popped up immediately.
‘Granted, the school gave the students a few days off after the No.1 Middle School incident wrapped up… But isn’t this a bit too much?’
However, this wasn’t a problem for Su Wanyue.
As the saying goes, honesty is the best policy.
So she simply handed her phone—still showing 99+ unread messages—directly to Su Yao.
She explained, “Su Yao, I’m sorry. I… I’m not very good at using social media.”
But Su Yao wasn’t focused on those dense 99+ unread messages at all.
Instead, she noticed that Su Wanyue’s friend list only had her as a friend.
She turned to look at Fang Yao, a subtle, triumphant expression creeping onto her face.
As if saying, ‘I don’t know where you came from, but see that? I’m Su Wanyue’s only friend.’
Fang Yao seemed to catch Su Yao’s meaning.
“Mi—uh, I mean, Su Wanyue and I spent an entire afternoon alone together in the same room!” Fang Yao curled the corner of her mouth, a light smile forming, as if trying to make her expression more convincing.
“What? Su Wanyue, is that true? What happened between you two?”
Seeing Fang Yao’s somewhat bold outfit, Su Yao wrapped her arms tightly around Su Wanyue’s body, pressing herself almost fully against her, her tone both aggrieved and urgent.
‘As expected from a gyaru, she’s really sharp-tongued. Little sister, you can’t beat her.’
But an explanation was still necessary.
‘Since this witch’s body can forge new bonds with my sister, at least I should try to understand her feelings a little more.’
“Su Yao, don’t misunderstand. I was just tutoring Fang Yao a moment ago. Nothing really happened.”
“Hmph, I knew it.” Su Yao said with a hint of pride.
Feeling at a disadvantage, Fang Yao refused to back down and launched her own attack.
“I heard Su Wanyue only transferred to your school a few days ago. Why are you always clinging to her like that? It’ll bother her!”
“What about you? You’re clearly just hitting on her because she’s pretty! At school, she’d never hang out with you!”
The two went back and forth, neither willing to give in.
“And you? Aren’t you just attracted to Su Wanyue’s looks too?”
“That’s different! I admire Su Wanyue’s beautiful face, her bright eyes, and her adorable figure!”
Just as Su Wanyue was about to reflexively say, “Really? Thanks,” she suddenly realized…
‘This kid… how can she say such embarrassing things in public again?’
Su Wanyue really admired her little sister’s ability to say such cringeworthy words in front of everyone.
‘I definitely need to find a chance to have a serious talk with her.’
Su Yao took a deep breath, as if making some major decision, and looked up at Su Wanyue.
“Su Wanyue, we’re best friends. From now on, just call me Yaoyao.”
“Huh?”
“Me too, me too! You can call me Yaoyao too! We’re definitely going to become best friends!” Fang Yao quickly chimed in.
“Su Wanyue, you can only call me Yaoyao, okay?” Su Yao hugged Su Wanyue’s left arm and started to act spoiled in a soft voice.
“That’s not fair! Not fair!”
Fang Yao also left her original seat, squeezed up to Su Wanyue, and hugged her other arm, following suit.
“Su Wanyue, you can only call me Yaoyao, okay?”
Su Wanyue’s head was spinning.
Her little sister was one thing, but why was Fang Yao joining in on the teasing?
‘It seems my juniors are all trouble!’
Su Wanyue suddenly thought of a disciple she had taken on when she was still the hunter Yuehua.
She was far more low-maintenance than these two girls in front of her.
After she suddenly disappeared in the Void Realm, Su Wanyue wondered how she was doing now.
‘Never mind. I’ll deal with the immediate problem first.’
Su Wanyue looked out the window.
The sky was gradually darkening.
“It’s getting late. Fang Yao, Zeng Yan, I still have something to discuss with Su Yao. Let’s stop here for today.”
Zeng Yan, already tired of being a third wheel, said goodbye to Su Yao and quickly left.
Fang Yao, unwilling to accept defeat, muttered, “You won this time by playing dirty!” before leaving as well.
After they left, Su Yao suddenly pounced and hugged Su Wanyue.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, Su Wanyue. I was so scared you would disappear too.”
Su Yao’s voice trembled slightly, and she sounded like she was about to cry.
Su Wanyue patted Su Yao on the back and comforted her, “It’s okay. We made a promise. I won’t leave you.”
“I don’t want promises!” Su Yao shook her head and said, “Anyone can say that. Even if you mean it today, you might change your mind tomorrow. My older brother used to promise to eat with me, but he almost never kept those promises. My mom said she would always be with me. Then she disappeared right in front of me.”
She buried her face in Su Wanyue’s chest, her voice muffled.
“Promises are like chocolate. They look sweet, but they melt so easily. They fall apart and vanish in no time.”
Su Wanyue’s heart was a mix of emotions.
‘It’s true. I’m not very good at opening up to people. But Su Yao isn’t much different either.’
So she gently shifted her leg, adjusted her position slightly, raised a hand, and lightly patted her own knee.
“Rest your head here.”
“Huh? Why?” Su Yao’s cheeks instantly turned bright red.
“At school, didn’t you really like my lap?”
Without realizing it, Su Yao found her head resting on Su Wanyue’s warm, white thigh.
Her nose brushed against the softness, and a comfortable, unusual feeling spread through her heart.
Su Wanyue maintained a steady posture, her knee supporting Su Yao without moving, letting her place all her unease and sorrow onto herself.
That day Su Yao had a good dream.