The nth time I met my puppet

"Actually...if you taste it carefully, you'll find it has a unique flavor?"

Wan Nan looked at the men with eyes that looked as if they wanted to eat her, and said this with a guilty conscience.

"Host... do you believe what you said?"

Sure enough, the anger of those students had not subsided at all, and they were even a little irritated by this sentence.

"I'll taste you, you big-headed devil!"

Wan Nan turned his eyes away guiltily, not knowing how to defend himself, or perhaps he couldn't defend himself at all. After all, he had made such a unique "dessert" for his own purpose.

"Are you really here for this event?! You're flirting and pulling off a prank like this! That's awful! Blacklist her and don't let her participate again."

And just like that... Wan Nan was kicked out.

When people are embarrassed, they often pretend to be busy, so Wan Nan awkwardly patted the chili powder on his clothes.

Then he walked forward a few more steps and suddenly burped. The taste of the cake he had tasted earlier came up and he felt a little nauseous for a moment. Wan Nan looked around to make sure there was no one around, and quickly found a hidden place.

In fact, when Wan Nan tasted it just now, she also thought it was unpalatable, but after all, she made it herself. Of course, she couldn't slap herself in the face, so of course she had to bite the bullet and pretend that it tasted good.

She couldn't help but dry heave a few times. Chili and cream alone wouldn't have been such a problem, but she had added refreshing mint. She admitted that the taste was a bit too unique, but for her, it was just a little unpalatable. But for others, maybe it was too spicy?

"Ugh... Desserts are definitely better when they're sweet... This is too disgusting."

Wan Nan couldn't help but mutter to herself, feeling a little annoyed for a moment. After all, she was driven out and the stragglers were still there.

But she never expected that she would hear the sound of the skirmishers again at this time.

"It's truly a unique flavor. Why? Even the creator can't enjoy it, can't he? Wanxing-sister?"

???

Wan Nan was full of questions. She had clearly checked that there was no one around, so where did the stragglers come from?

Could it be that he had come all this way to ridicule her? Well, if I think about it carefully, it's not impossible for Sanbing to do that given his personality.

"Then why did Senior A Mao follow you here? Could it be that you want to eat, so you specially asked me to make it for you?"

Sanbing was choked by Wannan's words for a moment. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but follow her after seeing her leave.

For some reason, that strange smell gave him a sense of familiarity, which was why he couldn't help but follow. But how could he be familiar with this smell? It was ridiculous.

Sanbing couldn't help but feel that it was a bit absurd, and Wannan knew from his expression that her plan had failed. She wanted to try to use the familiar taste to make him recognize her.

But unfortunately, the dessert was chosen. The weird taste after mixing with chili peppers made this impossible, and the soldier didn't feel familiar at all.

Especially the piece of cake that Sanbing fed him was clearly revenge! Sanbing seemed to take it for granted that she was taking revenge on him...

Well, it doesn’t seem that bad?

Her behavior is killing two birds with one stone. She can retaliate against the prank and give him a chance to feel familiar with her. Why not do it?

Even though she had shown mercy, she still harmed other students. This was not very ethical...

The two of them were in a stalemate and neither of them spoke. Sanbing didn't understand what he was thinking. He certainly didn't want to eat the non-sweet "dessert" made by Wan Nan. He just didn't know why he couldn't help but want to follow.

After figuring it out, Sanbing directly responded.

"Heh... your cooking skills are so bad, how can you have the nerve to invite others to eat food that even you find inedible?"

This was the first time Wan Nan was labeled as a bad cook. Her cooking skills had always been the best in the family, and no one had ever said that to her. She immediately felt furious. She had never been insulted like this in such a long time!

Wan Nan's defense was broken. Although she admitted that what she had just made was not a normal thing, she was still very angry.

"You're the worst! If you don't believe me, let's have a competition!"

Sanbing saw Wan Nan was angry, but he was still completely unconcerned. He just thought she was childish, and there was no need to compare such an obvious result.

"I don't have the time to play house with children. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Sanbing was about to leave, but Wan Nan broke through his defense and gave him the middle finger. Sanbing's mouth twitched unconsciously. This feeling was inexplicably familiar, but he ignored it in the end.

Wan Nan was sulking while cordially "greeting" Sanbing.

Another unpleasant meeting.

She and he always seemed to be like this. Due to their personalities, neither of them was willing to bow their heads, or when they did, the other party would never appreciate it.

When she lowered her head, Sanbing refused to appreciate her kindness, just like last time. She knew she was in the wrong and wanted to explain the misunderstanding, but Sanbing didn't even give her a chance to speak. He was completely unappreciative and acted like a stubborn donkey.

And have the scattered soldiers ever bowed their heads except when they were facing the strange ones?

Yes, I have.

During the Sleeping Beauty incident, she knew nothing, let alone bowing her head. But that time, Sanbing bowed his head for her from beginning to end. He was such a proud man, but he begged her again and again, asking her to love him.

But she let go of his hand again and again. They were always like this, always hurting each other, yet loving each other in a contradictory way.

Wan Nan curled her lips as she looked at his long-vanished back, then decided to turn her grief and anger into motivation to go to the library to read and study, as she still had some knowledge gaps.

Wan Nan came to the library and saw Leila again as expected. She was busy as usual.

"Leila, you're here too? Good afternoon."

Wan Nan greeted her as usual, but she didn't expect Leila to respond to her immediately. Instead, she was stunned for a long time, muttering to herself and thinking about something.

Wan Nan walked a few steps closer and vaguely heard something.

"Who is she...what's her name..."

???

Wan Nan suspected that she had misheard, and she didn't hear it clearly, so she didn't ask any more questions and started to busy herself with her own things. But she always felt that something was wrong with Leila today.

She became very confident and no longer felt sleepy as usual. She looked very energetic and busy with her thesis. She originally thought that Leila might just be in a good mood today.

So Wan Nan continued to busy herself with her own things, but suddenly heard something.

"Every young person should learn at least 20 languages ​​before graduation, right? Eh?! Is there no such rule now?"

Wan Nan was startled when he heard the noise.

Did a person learn 20 languages? Is that a human?! I would say that is not a human!

She had been scared once before, but she still felt terrified when she heard it now. She could only silently thank God that she was not a member of the Zhilun school.

Then she continued reading, but she didn't know that someone noticed her inadvertently and even observed her for a long time while she was reciting.

"You are such hardworking and energetic kids. I like students like you who are eager to learn. What's your name? Why not become my student?"

Falushan looked at Wannan and seemed to like her very much.

"My name is Wanxing...but this senior...I think the Shenglun School is good, but it's not necessary."

"Why call me senpai? I should call you senior."

Wan Nan was silent... She traveled through time for five hundred years and you asked her to call you senior? Isn't this the right level of seniority?

"Why are all the good kids snatched away by Tinari? And the same goes for that kid from Cole. When will he be able to become my disciple?"

What kind of person would go for that intellectual school that requires you to learn 20 languages ​​before graduation?

A complaint from Wan Nan. Wan Nan made up an excuse and continued reading. He thought he could finally calm down and study.

It wasn't until Leila finished her work that she suddenly dozed off, and then she looked at her paper with a look of shock as if she had just woken up.

"I woke up from a good sleep and found that all my papers were finished. This must be another blessing from the stars."

Leila's condition seemed to have completely returned to normal at this time, and with this sentence, Wan Nan was completely confused.

Wake up? So she was sleeping? Then who did she see?

"Leila, don't you remember what just happened?"

"No... I just remember that I accidentally fell asleep again. You asked this question... It must be because I was sleepwalking again, right?"

Wan Nan was confused and thinking.

Can sleepwalkers really write papers? It doesn't feel like sleepwalking, more like... a second personality.

Wan Nan was silent for a while. After all, this was just a guess, so he didn't say it out loud.