Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

She didn't think there was anyone important she could write on this piece of paper; the only person she knew on campus was Yan Si.

"Yan Si, Yan Si, guess which three names I wrote!"

"In public, you should call me Nyarlathotep. I have other important things to do..."

"Don't expect to get anything done today if you don't guess."

"Okay, I guess..."

She took Yan Si's manuscript when he wasn't looking and flipped it over: "Why isn't there a single word?"

"The school rules state that you can't take a classmate's things without permission." Even though the rules said it wasn't allowed, Yan Si still replied, "I don't know what to write..."

Oh, I'm having trouble deciding who to write about!

"That's easy," she said, picking up a pen from the table and quickly writing down three of her own names. "Just fill in my name for all of them!"

Perhaps knowing he couldn't take the manuscript from her, or perhaps not caring, Yan Si let her "do whatever she wanted."

Finally, she returned the manuscript paper with her name written on it, completely satisfied: "Alright, Yan Si, now you can guess whose name I wrote."

……

Indeed, it was a memory from a very distant time, so distant that in Rui Bu Si's memory, the other person who spoke was just a blurry outline.

She casually placed the manuscript paper back on the table, her fingertips tapping the surface absently.

This is a minor inconvenience.

Given Mi Yaxing's personality, he wouldn't tell anyone before he had a clear understanding of the situation.

“What difference would it make if I told her?” She extended her index finger, and the Dark Butterfly understood and flew down onto it. “In this era, no one will remember her anymore.”

The problem is that Miya Star is likely to relentlessly investigate this matter, and she will have to fabricate plausible lies for it.

"It's almost time," she said, patting non-existent dust off her school uniform skirt. "Let's go back."

She closed her eyes and opened them again, and saw an immeasurable mountain of gold.

Money!

Mountain!!

!!!

One second he was thinking that finally awakening Rui Bu Si's consciousness would bring her back to the real world, and the next second Mi Ya Xing saw her fall into the pile of gold.

They couldn't stop them even if they tried.

"Waaaaah, so much gold... How can it be fake? Waaaaah..."

Miya Star: "...Be careful not to get scratched."

When asked about his specialty, Lamb quickly said, "It's okay. I can easily heal this little cut from a sharp object now."

“No, I won’t heal,” her voice came from the pile of gold, choked with emotion, “These are traces of love! Proof that my dear babies ever existed!”

“But Ruibusi, this ‘traces of love’ will heal soon even if we leave it alone.”

"...Lanbao, I hate you."

As if he had said something he shouldn't have, Lan Bao shut his mouth.

Miya Xing glanced at the back of the head peeking out from the pile of gold: "It's fine if you don't want to treat it, but I'll notify Teacher Victoria to take us out right now."

A hand emerged from the pile of gold and pressed precisely on his wrist as he prepared to take out a magical artifact. Miya Xing lowered his eyes; the hand bore faint marks of a scratch.

The things here are piled up too messily.

"I'm not the only one with magical artifacts that can allow you to leave. Sapphire..."

The air was thick with the scent of gold. She finally raised her head reluctantly, her gaze deep and unsettling: "Miya Star, I hate you."

Then she turned to Lan Bao: "I hate you all."

Then she turned to the pile of money: "My dear little money, we are clearly the best of friends, but the wicked people insist on separating us... Waaah."

Infected by her emotions, Lan Bao walked with difficulty across the pile of gold, sat down next to Mi Yaxing, her face contorted for a moment, then squatted down: "Miyaxing, she looks so pitiful, why don't we wait a bit before going out?"

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

"I'm willing to endure the pain for a long time."

Even the longest journey has its end. Holding onto a little bit in your arms or a piece in your mouth is futile; in the blink of an eye, it all turns into thin air.

A deafening wail erupted in the infirmary. Startled, Da Tiantian quickly pulled Ruibusi into her arms, saying, "Good girl, were you frightened?"

Rui Bu Si shook her head.

She was so sad that she couldn't say a word.

But there are always people in this world who spoil the mood and interrupt her sorrow: "What's so scary? You're just wailing loudly without shedding a single tear."

Who?

Who is speaking?

He composed himself, his exaggerated expression gone, and looked at the person who had spoken.

“Head Nurse Da Tiantian, I don’t think he’s a good person. He should be arrested.”

“He…” Da Tian Tian laughed awkwardly twice, “He’s definitely not a good person, huh? We can’t arrest him.”

He Yan snorted and looked at Ya Ya on the other hospital bed: "This fragile classmate doesn't seem to be in any danger now, so I should be able to leave, right?"

Ya Ya's little injury has long since healed, but it's still stubbornly lingering in Da Tian Tian's mouth.

Although her whole body ached from lying down, and she couldn't even squeeze out a few tears of pain, and she almost jumped off the bed when Rui Bu Si woke up, Ya Ya still dutifully performed her act: "I'm not better yet."

"Yes, He Yan, since you're the one who injured your classmate, you should take full responsibility, right..." Da Tian Tian struggled to press He Yan back into his chair, tears welling up in her eyes.

Pa said that He Yan would definitely try to take advantage of Wu Jian Dan, and told her to keep a close eye on him.

But now, she really feels like she can't take it anymore...