Fox, I've Been Arrested!

Yu Fuli: "..."

The effects of the alcohol receded like the tide, almost completely disappearing, leaving a tingling sensation on my scalp.

What could be more terrifying than playing flirtatious games in a bar, only to find out that the person you're flirting with is actually one of your own students?

The good news is, he's still wearing a mask! Yunbai probably didn't recognize him... right?

However, this fleeting thought was shattered by the deep voice of the person in front of him, a voice that seemed to suppress countless emotions:

"Teacher," Yunbai's voice came through the mask, soft yet each word striking Yu Fuli's heart clearly, "I miss you so much."

Yu Fuli: "………………"

At this moment, the silence was deafening.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind: "Who am I? Where am I? This must be a dream." But his body reacted faster than his mind.

He suddenly tried to pull his hand back, which was still being held loosely by the other person, and at the same time subconsciously swallowed.

As long as the mask remains on and the disguise remains, there's still... there's still a chance to struggle!

He quickly composed himself, deliberately lowering his voice to a lower, hoarser tone, with a hint of deliberate aloofness and confusion: "Sir, you've probably mistaken me for someone else. I'm not a teacher."

After saying that, he shrugged casually, trying to pull his hand back completely.

But the moment he pulled away, Ke Yunbai's fingers tightened slightly, with a light touch, briefly holding his fingertips in place.

Although it only loosened in an instant, the cold touch and the distinct sense of obstruction made Yu Fuli's heart skip a beat.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?!"

A sharp, angry shout broke the eerie silence.

The girl wearing the butterfly mask had somehow regained her footing, her chest heaving with anger. Pointing at Yun Bai, her voice trembled with agitation, she cried out, "Didn't you hear Mr. Fox say he doesn't know you?! Why are you hitting me like that?!"

She was absolutely furious!

It was so close... so close!

That drop of wine, that kiss on the hand, should have been hers!

This strange man, who appeared out of nowhere and wore a scary mask, just now pushed her away from the bar without hesitation, took her place, and even shamelessly accepted that drop of wine!

Aaaaaah! Unforgivable!

Little Butterfly's cheeks flushed red with anger and embarrassment. Even her initial timidity was suppressed. At this moment, she looked like a little beast whose territory had been taken away, glaring angrily at Yunbai.

However, Yunbai didn't even spare her a glance.

His gaze remained firmly fixed on Yu Fuli, as if all the noise, questioning, and even the presence of people around him were just insignificant background noise.

"Teacher," he said, as if he hadn't heard Little Butterfly's words, but repeated them again, this time with a kind of almost obstinate emotion in his voice.

"I miss you so much."

Hey!

The little butterfly was practically about to explode!

Where did this lunatic come from?! He stole her seat, took her drink, accepted Mr. Fox's hand kiss, and now he's completely ignoring her, saying "Teacher, I miss you" to Mr. Fox?!

This isn't just bizarre, this is robbery! This is banditry!

"You—!" She was so angry she could barely speak, her finger trembling as she pointed at Yunbai. "Are you even being reasonable?! I was here first! Mr. Fox is...is..."

She wanted to say "He's mine," but felt it was too direct. Her face flushed even more, and she felt both anxious and angry. Her eyes even reddened slightly. She turned to look at Yu Fuli, her voice tinged with grievance, "Mr. Fox, look at him!"

She hoped that Yu Fuli could uphold justice and drive away this inexplicable silver mask.

However, Yu Fuli's attention was completely focused on her at the moment.

His wrist was still held by Yun Bai in a seemingly casual but actually firm grip, the icy touch penetrating his skin and piercing his heart.

Cold sweat was almost seeping from his forehead beneath the mask.

"Sir," Yu Fuli forced herself to remain calm, trying to pull her hand away again, and emphasized her tone, "please let go. You've really mistaken me for someone else. There's no teacher here. I'm just a temporary bartender."

He tried to send a signal to Little Butterfly and the people around him that "this is trouble," hoping that someone would cause trouble, or at least make Yunbai think twice.

"Sir, please don't cause me any trouble!"

Yu Fuli blurted it out almost without thinking, his tone filled with the despair of being cornered and a slight reproach and panic that he himself was unaware of.

These words were like a cold needle, piercing Yunbai's tense nerves unexpectedly.

Beneath the silver mask, the pupils of those eyes, which had always been calm and deep, suddenly contracted.

The grip on Yu Fuli's wrist loosened instantly, as if burned by the word "trouble".

With the restraints on her wrists gone, Yu Fuli felt a sudden sense of relief, almost to the point of exhaustion.

He immediately pulled his hand back behind his back, his fingertips unconsciously curling up, as if the touch of the other person's cold skin still lingered there.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind—run!

Immediately, get as far away from this dangerous student as possible!

but……

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Little Butterfly standing blankly beside him, her eyes slightly red and her hands empty, as well as the unfinished ingredients for the first Butterfly drink on the bar.

The bartender's instincts (or perhaps the vixen's strange sense of professionalism?) stopped him from escaping at the last moment.

The drink isn't finished mixing yet.

Running away like that is too unsightly and too...undignified.

At least he was a sophisticated vixen.

Yu Fuli took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore the intensely perceptive gaze beside her that sent chills down her spine.

He turned around and faced the bar again, his movements even more fluid than before.

However, if you look closely, you'll notice that his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly when he picked up the shaker.

He picked up the first glass of wine that was just missing the final combination, filtered out the crushed ice, and poured the pale purple liquid into the champagne glass that had been prepared beforehand, his movements precise and not a drop spilled.

Then, he picked up the lime slice scorched by the flame and the small purple orchid, and completed the final decoration at twice the usual speed.

"Your first butterfly," he pushed the wine glass toward the little butterfly, his voice returning to its previous gentleness, but less languid and more subtly tense, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Little Butterfly took the wine glass in a daze, her gaze shifting between Yu Fuli and the silent, silver-masked figure standing behind him.

Even the most naive woman could sense the unusual atmosphere between the two.

The anger and grievance she felt earlier were replaced by a strange fear and confusion. Holding the cup, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Yu Fuli stopped looking at her and Yun Bai.

He quickly cleaned up the tools he had used on the bar, his movements so fast they almost left afterimages.

Then, he took off the temporary bartender's apron from his waist, casually draped it over the back of the chair, and turned to walk towards the exit in the opposite direction from Yunbai.

His steps appeared steady, but his speed was by no means slow.

He didn't say goodbye, nor did he look at anyone again.

We must leave here immediately.

However, he had only taken less than five steps.

A tall, black figure silently blocked his path.

It is Mo Yi.

Immediately afterwards, men dressed in black suits with a cold and austere aura appeared from two other directions, forming a triangular encirclement that was not easy to break through, completely blocking his way.

The deafening music in the bar continued, but this small area seemed to have been muted.

The surrounding guests instinctively stepped back, making room for them.

Yu Fuli stopped in her tracks.

He slowly turned around.

Yunbai remained standing in the same spot, not chasing after him, but simply watching him quietly.

The silver mask reflected a cold light under the changing lights.

"Teacher," Yunbai's voice rang out again, not loud, but clearly penetrating the music, carrying a kind of triumphant joy that was no longer concealed, "Let's talk."