Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

"Dark magic that can manipulate people with music."

Music? Dark Magic?

He wrote rapidly on the whiteboard, and after a long search, Facebook responded:

There are 530 kinds of dark magic that can control people with music.

"Which of these can make people forget the memories of being controlled?"

"A total of 123 types."

How come there are so many?

He erased all the words on the whiteboard, pursed his lips, and finally wrote down the answer he least wanted to believe.

"Dark Blood Curse".

This time, Facebook didn't take too long:

"The Dark Blood Curse is the Dark Emperor's dark magic. Those who are afflicted by the Dark Blood Curse will be controlled by specific music. While under control, they have no independent consciousness. When the music stops, the control stops, and they have no memory of being controlled."

The score is exactly the same as what Rui Bu Si said.

What are the characteristics of someone afflicted by the Dark Blood Curse?

"In the early stages, the patient appears normal, but later the lips and nails turn purple and black, the patient falls into a coma, and the organs gradually fail. Without treatment, the patient will die from the poisoning."

Therefore, unless it is later in the story, or you witness Ulala harming her classmates, it is impossible to confirm whether she has been afflicted by the Dark Blood Curse.

"Dark Blood Curse Liberation..."

"Miya Star?" Naya, carrying several books to return, was quite surprised to see him. "What are you doing here?"

Hastily erased the words on the whiteboard:

"Oh, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some questions I need to ask Facebook."

Nyar nodded.

The words she had just said to Eric were still in her mind.

Will Eric know that he said those things not because he disliked him, but because he was thinking of him?

Eric's Campbell family is facing difficulties, and the only way to overcome this crisis is through a marriage alliance with Little Butterfly and with the help of Little Butterfly's family.

She was unable to offer any help to Eric's family...

I shook my head, trying to put these troubling memories aside.

Whether they know it or not, from now on they will only be Captain Meng Knight and Princess Naya, and there will be no other relationship between them.

Forcing himself to stay alert, he said, half-jokingly:

"I thought you would only think about things on your own when you encountered problems you didn't understand, but it turns out you also ask Facebook."

Scattered, unerased strokes of ink were left on the whiteboard, obscuring the original writing. Mi Yaxing chuckled dryly.

"You still need to use the tools..."

If Naya found out that he suspected Ulala of hurting her classmate without any basis... he didn't know whether he should hope that his intuition was right or wrong.

After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries, they said their goodbyes, neither of them noticing anything amiss in the other, both preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Unlike most of the students at the Moe Academy, who were experiencing complex emotions, Rui Bu Si was lying on her bed in the dormitory, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly I felt like my life was about to end.

But I also feel like I can survive for a long time.

The clash between these two complex thoughts compels one to urge oneself to do something and bring about some change to the status quo.

What should we do?

We absolutely have to do something.

She turned over.

I also hugged the little fufu that Ya Ya had generously sponsored.

Yes, I feel much more at ease after doing something.

Like most of the students at Meng Academy, Ya Ya was lying on the table, poking at the photo with a pen, looking very sad.

"Little Radish".

"Ah."

"President Eric lost the match."

"Ah."

When she heard that the boxing match was just rock-paper-scissors, the whole thing lost its appeal to her.

"You're so cold." Ya Ya complained, turning her chair slightly. "You're holding my mom in your arms, and you still have my snacks and lunch in your stomach, but you're so cold to me."

Rui Bu Si paused, slowly pulling half of her wandering soul back to reality:

"President Eric... how could he have lost?"

The monotone tone, under Ya Ya's slightly threatening, narrowed gaze, pulled the other half of her soul back to reality.

Rui Bu Si forcibly added a touch of regret, a few strands of doubt, and a hint of disbelief to the ending.

"Ong-Bak said that President Eric's punches are slow, and that he could see through Eric's punching path before he even threw a punch."

Ah, it seems Eric really is a good student council president. Ya Ya doesn't even call him "senior" anymore when she's fighting against Quan Ba.

But... it's just rock-paper-scissors, why do you need such good eyesight to see through the opponent's punches?

"Ah, how despicable! To see through the opponent's punch before they even throw a punch, that's not relying on real strength at all. In real rock-paper-scissors, you should abandon all routines and rely solely on psychological tactics and luck to duel!"

His words were passionate and inspiring. Ya Ya put down her pen, which she had been poking at the photos, and was clearly pleased: "You're right, little radish."

Perhaps her grief and anger turned into appetite, and she suddenly felt like having dinner: "Tonight I'll take you to eat the famous braised chicken in the food court of Magic Commercial Street, so that we can say goodbye to our pleasant student council work slacking-off life."

I hope the new president will not check past attendance records.

Those records are nine-tenths fabricated.

Take campus patrols as an example. At first, they were arranged in shifts, but as the shifts continued, most of the patrols turned out to be made by ordinary students.

—I heard that there are many people who volunteer to get up close and personal with President Eric without any compensation.

"it is good!"

Jumped out of bed.

Indeed, when you feel like you've reached a dead end and your life seems hopeless, doing something is the most effective way to change your situation.

Suddenly, she saw her future.

For example, tonight's future is a delicious braised chicken.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the dormitory door. Ya Ya crumpled the photo into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

The unsurprising outcome was that the photo of Ong Bak was punctured beyond recognition.

Rui Bu Si felt a little nervous.

What's going on? Why do I feel like it's related to me?

I just remembered that Da Tian Tian mentioned today that many students have been complaining about the noise from her tapping the wooden fish.

Could it be that they've come knocking on our door?

The door opened, and the student who appeared first peeked out and scanned the inside of the dormitory, then snorted at Ya Ya:

"Who is Rui Busi? Someone is looking for you outside the dormitory."

The door slammed shut, and Ya Ya turned her head, her face expressionless.

"It's nothing, just handing out flyers."

Rui Bu Si: ?