: No More Than This

"What are you doing going out?"

Zhou Yichen immediately pressed for details, adopting a businesslike demeanor.

"My stomach feels uncomfortable after drinking milk, I need to go to the toilet."

"Lactose intolerance?"

Wang Zhe asked with concern, and Su Mian nodded. Zhou Yichen chuckled, and all eyes immediately fell on him.

"How come I didn't know you were lactose intolerant when we were together? You're clearly lying."

What's that stuck between your ears?

Su Mian raised her hand and gently pressed her temples; her agitated mood gave her the urge to cough again.

He didn't know because Su Mian never touched dairy products, and Zhou Yichen never asked.

"Holy crap...you two...know each other?"

Wang Zhe was a little surprised, but the current atmosphere was probably not suitable for discussing these things, so he shut up after speaking, his eyes constantly glancing at the two of them.

When he looked at Su Mian, he was filled with deep sympathy.

How did she end up with that scumbag Zhou Yichen? It seems beautiful women are often blind.

and many more……

Could it be the class beauty that Zhou Yichen was bragging about having pursued for two years?!

After figuring it all out, Wang Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is the world really that small...?

"Cough...cough."

A light, rapid cough broke the silence, and everyone looked towards Su Mian.

Su Mian's shoulders trembled slightly, her slender fingers pressed against her lips, her eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her eyes instantly turned red.

The side braid she wore today had a rather cool and fragile beauty.

Zhou Yichen became even more convinced of his idea.

Su Mian was already sickly, but she only coughed violently when she was angry.

In the past, Zhou Yichen would pat her back and gently coax her at this time, but now he sees this emotion as anger and embarrassment.

"I've been with you for so long, I know you pretty well. You don't have any breasts at all..."

"Shut up."

Su Mian spoke in a cold voice, and before Zhou Yichen could react, she looked away and asked.

Have you ever played a murder mystery game?

The four looked at each other in pairs and shook their heads.

Su Mian sighed, her voice hoarse from coughing.

"There are two types of murder mystery games: classic and variant. Simply put, classic games don't have ghosts or monsters; they're set in the physical world. Variant games, on the other hand, have supernatural elements, which are what we usually refer to as ghosts or monsters."

"Do you think 'Orphan' is a classic or unconventional crime drama?"

"Change your tune..."

Wang Zhe spoke hesitantly.

"That's right."

"Natural combustion of the human body, time displacement, killing by the concept of rules, curses from vengeful spirits—these could all be the causes of her death."

"To judge a real person by words alone is impossible unless you've accumulated good karma for half your life."

"But as far as I know, Zhou Yichen."

She frowned slightly and shook her head with a half-smile.

"You don't have such a thing."

Zhou Yichen's face immediately turned ashen. Although he knew that Su Mian was right, he still wanted to show off and refute her because of his pride.

Su Mian didn't notice Zhou Yichen's emotional change. Her gaze fell on the digital watch, and she suddenly realized that DM was nowhere to be found again.

There are 30 minutes left in the discussion.

They wasted a lot of time.

【Oh dear, Mianmian, you should be glad he's the DM for this instance.】

While the field was silent, Yi Yitong started chatting.

Why?

[Having worked with so many hosts, he's the laziest Dungeon Master I've ever met. He doesn't like to care about anything, and once he's finished explaining the process, he just wants to go home.]

[Hmm... In your human terms, if other DMs are high school teachers, then he's a university professor, um, the kind who doesn't take attendance.]

Su Mian's eye twitched, and Zhou Yichen across from her couldn't sit still any longer.

"Su Mian, we've been together for so long, how can you bear to talk to me like that?"

"But he was so brutal on his very first day here."

Every time Su Mian sees that DM, she inexplicably recalls the scene of Zhou Yichen breaking his neck on the first day.

Even though she was given some nutritional fluids last night to keep her from starving, she knew it was out of duty as the "dean".

A gentle saint in disguise, but in his heart, he is an extremely cold judge.

[A superior creation made by the Supreme God naturally possesses the ability to intimidate and control players. Moreover, as long as their bottom line isn't crossed, he's quite easy to talk to.]

Su Mian: "What's his bottom line?"

Zhou Yichen suddenly stood up. It was one thing to scold him, but now she was ignoring him. Did she really think he was the Zhou Yichen of the past, who would still coax her for anything?

Seeing that things were not going well, Yu Mao quickly grabbed him, but he shook her off by half an inch. Zhou Yichen pointed at the girl who looked normal.

His bottom line is...

"Su Mian...you fucking—"

Don't push your luck.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yichen suddenly turned pale and screamed.

A pencil, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, pierced his outstretched finger, making a snapping sound along with the finger bone, and blood splattered onto the faces of those around him.

[The player deviated from their character design.]

"Aa ...

"Who is Su Mian? Little Lin Xiaofan..."

A gentle yet chilling voice came from behind Zhou Yichen. DM straightened up slightly, her tone as gentle as if she were coaxing a child to sleep.

"There's no one here named Su Mian, my child. Are you still asleep?"

He slowly pulled the pencil out, and his fingertip fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Then let me sleep a little longer..."

Zhou Yichen was in so much pain that his hands trembled, and he almost fainted instantly, falling straight backward.

DM casually turned to the side, showing no intention of catching him.

[He will have his performance penalized because players violate his character's established persona.]

Su Mian's mind went completely blank at the sight before her.

How can a pencil pierce through a person's finger bone?

She was breathing heavily, wiping the blood from her face with the back of her trembling hand. DM slowly raised his head, his eyes beneath the mask falling on her.

Su Mian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Did she just call out Zhou Yichen's name?

"Migo..."

The dean called her name softly, "Who is Zhou Yichen?"

He thought of Su Mian exactly the same thing.

He was a tyrannical and indifferent judge.

The girl's face instantly turned pale, her nails dug into her flesh, and she forced herself to calm down.

Su Mian's voice trembled slightly as her mind raced.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday. I dreamt about someone insignificant."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone present felt suffocated by the terrifying atmosphere.

Su Mian lowered her head, trying to adjust her breathing to make herself appear more credible.

A black handkerchief with gold trim came into view, and Su Mian slowly raised her head.

That hand wiped the blood off her face.

Gently, slowly, carefully.

It makes people unconsciously lower their guard.

But she dared not move, afraid that the cold silk handkerchief would suddenly turn into a blade and slice off her noodles.

The imagined scenario did not occur.

She heard the man sigh, as if he was indulging her, or perhaps he was helpless.

……

"This is a one-time exception, Migo."