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"Inside?"

Song Zhiya was taken aback, clearly not understanding what Cui Shi'an meant. How could she not see such a big living person?

"Hey~ Oppa~" The young girl suddenly grabbed his arm, her voice sweet and coquettish, as if she were pleading.

Why are you deliberately ignoring them?

Choi Si-an's body trembled violently. He turned his stiff neck, looking astonished. "Oppa?"

The young messenger's eyes were cunning; she was clearly teasing him on purpose.

"Oppa?" A hint of wariness flashed across Song Ji-ah's face as she involuntarily looked at Choi Si-an: "Who exactly is Si-an...?"

"Uh..." Seeing both eyes staring straight at him, Cui Shi'an almost stammered, then quickly came up with a plan, grabbed the young envoy's shoulder, and forced out two dry laughs:

"Haha... She's my distant cousin, haha, what a coincidence... I actually ran into her here..."

"Distant cousin? But aren't you an international student... You have relatives in Korea?" Song Zhiya asked suspiciously.

The young envoy hadn't expected Cui Shi'an to be so presumptuous, not only claiming kinship but also making unwanted advances towards her. However, she didn't intend to pursue the matter and instead nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Shi-an oppa is my aunt's child."

Seeing that the two of them had admitted it themselves, Song Zhiya finally believed it, and even imagined some scenarios in her mind. She hesitated and asked:

"So, An, did you see your cousin just now...?"

Cui Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded, saying, "Yes, I just saw this girl going into the woods with a boy, so I rushed over and made you worry, senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Shi'an felt as if he had been burned by something. It was obviously the pair of fierce eyes beside him.

However, he could only pretend not to see it.

Song Zhiya suddenly realized, a hint of a smile appearing in her eyes: "Then you're being too nosy."

The young female messenger nodded in deep agreement: "You also think he's awful, right?"

Song Zhiya blushed slightly and whispered in defense of Cui Shi'an, "It's not that he's that hateful..."

Cui Shi'an glanced at the girl smugly. "Trying to talk bad about me in front of my senior? No way!"

"I don't care, since Oppa has caused me trouble, he has to provide meals!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Shi'an immediately had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next second she said:

"I want to eat Korean beef!"

Korean beef?

These two words startled Cui Shi'an, who quickly pulled her aside: "Didn't we just deduct ten million? Why are you trying to extort me?"

"Hey, you were acting so strangely up the mountain just now. I have to erase the witnesses' memories of you, right? Otherwise, things will get chaotic! These are the services you're providing!"

Cui Shi'an was speechless for a moment. He glanced at the senior student who was looking at them curiously from a distance, then turned his head and asked in confusion, "So, will the senior student's memories also be...?"

"Korean beef!"

"...Won't pork belly work? Korean beef is a bit..."

"Korean beef!"

"Okay, okay, but you have to promise not to erase my memories of today."

"make a deal!"

The two made a vow by high-fiving.

"But aren't you afraid of being recognized by showing your face like this?"

"I don't look like this in the eyes of the living."

"So you mean I'm still dead, right?"

Guess~

Song Zhiya looked at the two "brother and sister" approaching with interest: "Have you decided what to eat?"

Choi Si-an, embarrassed, mouthed "Korean beef" to his senior.

Song Zhiya smiled slightly: "Alright then, I'll treat you tonight."

"How can that be..." Cui Shi'an quickly waved his hand, "I'll do it myself, how can I let you, senior, spend money..."

"It's okay, I just got some money from my part-time job recently, consider it a small token of our first meeting~" Song Zhiya said with a smile to the girl.

Choi Si-an was quite moved. Song Ji-ah knew he didn't have much money, so she offered to treat him to a meal to avoid putting a financial burden on him.

Ugh, such a great girl! I should have pursued her boldly from day one! Instead, I've been dragging it out until now, having to be so careful with everything I do…

"By the way, what's your sister's name?"

"Hara," Choi Si-an blurted out, his mind filled with fantasies.

Then, he felt himself enveloped in a chill.

"Hello, Hara-ssi, my name is Song Ji-ah, you can just call me Ji-ah unnie." Song Ji-ah took the initiative to greet the girl: "Hara-ssi, do you also study around here?"

The chill instantly dissipated, and the young girl, Hera, hummed in agreement: "The school upstairs."

"Shinhwa Women's University?" Song Zhiya misunderstood, but that was the only one she could think of at the moment, because Shinhwa Women's University was indeed located above Korea University, not far away, only a few hundred meters away.

"No wonder we ran into each other here. Shi An hid you so well, never mentioning you have a younger sister." Song Zhiya gave her a reproachful look.

Cui Shi'an could only smile awkwardly.

The three then walked to a barbecue restaurant.

Hara was not polite at all. As soon as she sat down, she ordered a five-person serving of Korean beef, which weighed one and a half pounds. How could her small belly hold so much?

Song Zhiya didn't say anything, but kindly asked them if they wanted to drink. Cui Shi'an was afraid that this messenger from hell would say the word "red wine", so he hurriedly asked the waiter to bring beer first.

As for the currently popular fruit-flavored spirits, he as usual avoids them; only locals with strong stomachs would consider a mixture of alcohol and flavorings a treasure.

This time, Cui Shi'an was smarter and found a quiet little corner on the tray.

To avoid splashing salt, I rinsed the food in the bowl before eating, making an excuse that I was feeling a bit feverish lately.

The messenger from hell, on the other hand, seemed to have no intention of being discreet at all, eating one after another with great relish.

While Song Ji-ah was in the restroom, Choi Si-an couldn't resist asking a few questions out of curiosity. You see, he had been driving himself crazy lately because he was avoiding salty food!

"How can you eat these things so freely?"

The girl rolled her eyes arrogantly: "You're a resurrected dead person, not me."

"But the news back then said you were already..."

"You were face-to-face with the messengers of hell, how can you still believe in that stuff? Who told you I was dead? You saw it with your own eyes?"

"Uh..." Cui Shi'an was momentarily speechless, rubbing his hands together, and asked again, embarrassed:

"Is there... any way I can eat something salty? I'm almost sick of sweets lately..."

She used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of seaweed and put it in his bowl: "Eat up? I didn't tell you not to eat!"

Cui Shi'an's eyelids twitched; he didn't know if she was trying to tease him or...

"Didn't you say...you can't touch salt?"

"Fool, does something salty necessarily have to be salty? Haven't you ever eaten seaweed or kelp? I only said you can't have direct contact with salt, I didn't say you can't eat anything salty! If you're this careful, then even human sweat can ward off evil spirits, so where do ghosts come from in this world?"

"Uh..." Cui Shi'an was choked half to death.

But as soon as he turned around, he excitedly called out to the shop assistant:

"Hello! I'd like half a pound of seaweed here!"