The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

[Haha, execute Coffin Bro? Old Wang, that's a dangerous idea.]

The light of righteousness shone on Brother Coffin's face.

[Long Ao's expression is terrifying. By the way, does Brother Ao know who did it?]

Poor Ao Ge still doesn't know that the Menggu people have come.

Am I the only one curious about what Brother Coffin is thinking as he listens to his own glorious deeds?

Chen Guan ignored the comments; he wasn't thinking about anything.

He had some other thoughts before he did it, but now he is completely calm.

I just feel that the sun is shining nicely today, and the professor on the podium will be here soon. This class is probably going to be very soporific, so I can catch up on some sleep.

He was woken up early this morning by the leopard, and he's still a little sleepy.

Just then, a gentle voice joined the discussion.

"I saw it this morning too. The mayor of Yunlan City was also murdered last night."

An Changqing walked over at some point and stood in the corridor, his usual smile gone.

If attacking a building is a provocation, then assassinating a mayor is an act of war.

"The mayor is dead too?" Wang Hanyue's eyes widened like saucers. "Why wasn't the news reporting it in detail?"

"The authorities are still blocking information, and all the news that was mentioned has been discussed. I only heard about it from a family member," An Changqing explained.

He glanced at the blurry figure wearing a white mask on the screen; it was the only image of the attacker captured in the news.

An Changqing frowned.

He remembered the message his father had sent him two days earlier.

The south is dangerous.

That's what it meant.

Did Father already know all this was going to happen? Or was it a coincidence?

His gaze swept across the classroom, finally settling on the figure in the back row who almost blended into the view outside the window.

Chen Guan was idly twirling his pen, adopting the standard posture of someone slacking off in class.

An Changqing moved, walking through the aisle between the desks to Chen Guan's side.

"Chen Guan"

He called out softly.

Chen Guan paused in his pen-twirling motion, looked up, and his eyes held a slight bewilderment as he emerged from his reverie.

"Um?"

"Tianze City is right next to Yunlan City." An Changqing stared at him, his eyes filled with concern: "There was such a commotion over there last night. You were next door, didn't you notice anything unusual?"

In an instant, Wang Hanyue and Long Ao in the front row also turned around.

Chen Guan's fingers, which were holding the pen, twitched.

After a moment, Chen Guan shook his head.

"no."

"I went to bed early and didn't hear anything."

After he finished speaking, the pen in his hand began to spin slowly and steadily again.

An Changqing looked at the coffin; his eyes were empty, reflecting only the sunlight from the window.

The reason for going to bed early is as simple as a truth.

But the more this happened, the clearer the inexplicable sense of unease in An Changqing's heart became.

It was as if someone was reminding him in his ear that he had overlooked something.

The sound of a textbook being slammed onto the desk came from the podium. The professor cleared his throat, and the noisy discussion in the classroom instantly subsided.

A dry, theoretical lesson officially began.

Chen Guan lay back on the table, resting his cheek on his arm, and changed to a more comfortable position.

The leopard on his shoulder stirred, its tiny paws pawing at his neck, as if searching for a more comfortable sleeping position.

Small pets are allowed in the classroom. Ever since Baihu said that he couldn't keep the leopard locked up all the time, Chen Guan has been trying to let the leopard out to breathe fresh air as much as possible.

[An Changqing's suspicion level increases by 1; the protagonist's intuition is about to kick in.]

[An Changqing: I sense it, an evil aura.]

[Ao Ge's expression has been very serious the whole time. Is he thinking about something?]

[Ao Zi's expression is completely blank this time.]

Chen Guan's gaze swept across the barrage of comments, his eyelids growing heavier as he looked at the ridiculous remarks.

The professor's voice was like the most exquisite lullaby; as he listened, his consciousness gradually faded.

……

The sound of the school bell felt like a relief.

"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria, I'm starving." Wang Hanyue was the first to jump up from his seat, grabbing Long Ao's neck with one hand and grabbing Chen Guan with the other.

Chen Guan was pulled so hard he stumbled. The leopard sleeping in his arms let out a dissatisfied howl, opened its golden vertical pupils, and gave Wang Hanyue a warning look.

"Hey, this little guy has quite a temper." Wang Hanyue withdrew his hand and chuckled.

Long Ao expressionlessly shook off Wang Hanyue's arm and looked at Chen Guan and An Changqing: "Let's go."

The four walked side by side out of the classroom, their backs looking no different from any other ordinary student group in the college.

……

As night deepened, the daytime hustle and bustle of the college subsided into tranquility.

Only one desk lamp was lit in the dormitory. Chen Guan closed his notes from the theory class on the table.

As a good student, Chen Guan would review his lessons every night.

Even after more than a year in this world, Chen Guan still felt that his understanding of it was insufficient.

"Aww."

A soft call came from beside his feet, carrying a clear sense of urging.

Chen Guan looked down and saw Leopard rubbing its furry head against his leg, its golden vertical pupils filled with anticipation.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

He got up and walked to a corner of the room, took out a newly bought metal food bowl from the storage space, and then took out a sealed bag.

The bag contained a grayish-brown powder, which he had specially exchanged for today—a special cat food made from ground demon cores.

Maybe the leopard prefers this to what people eat.

With this in mind, Chen Guan poured some powder into the food bowl, added some water to make a paste, and then placed the food bowl in front of the leopard.

"Eat up, it's a new flavor."

The leopard curiously approached, sniffing the edge of the food bowl, before a hint of human-like disdain flashed in its golden eyes.

It raised its head, looked at the coffin, and then at the paste-like substance in the food bowl, as if to confirm whether its owner was joking.

A second later, it turned and left, its movements swift and decisive.

The little guy nimbly leaped onto Chen Guan's bed, went straight to the pillow and lay down, his bottom facing the desk, his purple tail swaying intermittently in the air.

My entire body posture was conveying three words: I won't eat.

Chen Guan looked at that round, plump buttocks and was a little helpless.

"This stuff is expensive," he tried to reason with. "Much more expensive than the jerky you usually eat."

In response, his tail swung even more violently.

"It's nutritious, and eating it will help you grow faster."

The tail stopped, then changed direction and continued to swing.

The owner, Mr. Chen, completely gave up on communication.

He sighed, resignedly opened the storage space again, and then a domineering aroma of meat wafted from his fingertips.

It was a piece of top-grade dried beef, with an enticing dark red color and a thin layer of fat on the surface that glistened under the light.