Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Ouyang Kexin laughed and threw herself into his arms.

Jiang Ling swallowed hard. She had to admit that Ke Xin's behavior had become increasingly bold since they started dating.

It's like Xin Yayi's devoted admirer finally won over the goddess he'd been dreaming of, and he wanted nothing less than to give her everything he had...

The neighbor's neighbor.

Ke Ling slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to find herself in the bathroom.

"Wow...that's amazing...how did you do that?" Ke Ling gasped in surprise.

The answer is: [Time Stop Moving People.GIF]

"Um, Miyu taught me a little something," Ke Ling said softly.

"Ah, this..." Jiang Ling really wanted to say, Mei Yu, please don't teach me any weird or strange knowledge.

As Ouyang Keling listened, she gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother... doesn't seem to have noticed that I'm his sister?

Or did you discover it, but won't tell your sister?

Regardless of the outcome, Ke Ling felt a little excited.

Brother, you didn't reject me!

But soon, she overheard her sister and brother talking, their faces flushed.

Steam rose from Ouyang Keling's little head.

"Eh...Eh...Eh?!!"

Ouyang Kexin blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

As for who her boyfriend is, Miyu readily admitted—it's that nerdy, muscular blond guy I told you about before…

—We have already done it.

—Huh? Really? Miu, you…

……

"cough……"

Jiang Ling couldn't help but cough lightly.

[■…]

Jiang Ling has always been a good man who respects girls' wishes.

"Well, okay then..."

In the room next door.

Ouyang Keling closed her eyes.

■

Not long after.

Jiang Ling left the ramen shop.

Ouyang Kexin was alone in her bedroom, lost in thought.

She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face carefully. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, with her eyes glistening, she couldn't help but blush again.

After taking a shower and changing into clean pajamas, she lay on the bed, took out her phone, and opened the chat window with Li Meiyu.

【Miyu, are you there?】

【Huh? What's wrong? I'm playing a game~】

Indeed... I'm telling you...

……

Inside a conference room at Shilu University.

The head of the teaching department bowed and scraped as he ushered in a muscular man wearing sunglasses.

The long conference table was already full of people.

From the security captain to the heads of various departments, and then to several vice presidents, the administrative ranks are arranged in ascending order.

As for the original principal, he was pushed out as a scapegoat in a "joint anti-corruption" storm a few days ago.

The position of principal is currently vacant and is being temporarily filled by the most senior vice principal.

Everyone silently read through the documents on the table, and the atmosphere became somber.

The man in sunglasses removed them, revealing a long, narrow scar on his face, and said coldly:

"Gentlemen, don't think you can have it easy this time. This is a life-or-death struggle."

"Either join us, or... hehe."

The elderly teacher, his hair streaked with gray, pushed up his glasses with trembling hands, his teeth chattering, and managed to squeeze out a voice:

"To ask us...to deceive our own students, to dismember them, to sell their organs, to drink their blood, such a thing..."

The document, in black and white, coldly and bluntly listed the price list: a healthy heart, XX thousand yen; a pair of kidneys, XX thousand yen; spleen, cornea, skin... even bone marrow, all clearly priced. Following this were enticing commission rates.

Many others, however, had their heads down, their fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

His eyes darted around, clearly calculating how much he could gain from this bloody deal.

In this capitalist society, money is the only measure of success, and success is equated with the accumulation of wealth.

Morality? Conscience? Those are nothing but shackles that bind the weak.

I'm quitting.

The old professor suddenly stood up, slammed his glasses on the table, and his chest heaved violently.

"I've taught my whole life, teaching students how to be good people, how to acquire knowledge, and how to be virtuous... not how to sell them for a good price!"

He turned around resolutely.

With slightly unsteady yet exceptionally firm steps, I walked towards the conference room door.

Before he could even open the door...

The man in sunglasses raised his pistol, pulled the trigger, and a bullet pierced precisely between his eyebrows.

bump!

The scalding liquid exploded, splashing like a shower of flowers.

The man in sunglasses pressed the scorching muzzle of his gun against the table and said calmly:

"Does anyone else want to quit?"

Many teachers who wanted to quit fell silent, and some began to sob quietly.

"Gentlemen, since we dare to propose such a plan, it means that we are fully prepared."

The vice principal adjusted his glasses, stepped forward to smooth things over, and adopted the demeanor of an old scholar, saying:

"As we all know, throughout history, those who have gone against the tide of history have invariably been like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, ultimately being crushed by its wheels..."

"What good is it if Koizumi Aoyama and the forces behind him are powerful?"

"He wants to fight corruption, he wants to rectify the situation, he wants to crack down on organized crime, but there are also people who don't want him to fight corruption, rectify the situation, or crack down on organized crime, and this force is bigger and more ferocious than Koizumi and the forces behind him!"

As he spoke, the vice principal gently lowered his head on the table and earnestly said:

"Now that the opposing forces have united, they will surely crush and annihilate Koizumi completely, just like Yang Zhen of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zuo Guangdou, Yu Qian, and Hai Rui of the Ming Dynasty... They will surely fall under our iron hooves!"

"Since Koizumi Aoyama is bound to lose."

"Then why can't we stand on the winning side?"

"Morality is nothing more than a shackle that binds good people. Ask yourselves honestly, who will remember your morality a thousand years from now?"

"Instead of that, why not..."

"I'm quitting!" The untimely words interrupted the vice principal's dry-mouthed speech.

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, had slightly wavy brown hair, and was a French teacher who taught a less commonly taught language, speaking with a strong Parisian accent.

"You lot have completely lost the right to be human. Liberty, equality, and fraternity are nothing more than bargaining chips that can be bought with money!"

"I am ashamed to be associated with you!"

At the same time, another teacher named Ai Kun also stood up, flicked the straps of his suspenders, and said without changing his expression:

"I refuse to do that kind of thing too."

It was as if a fuse had been lit.

Then, several other teachers stood up. They might be ordinary, or even timid, but at that moment, their natural responsibility as teachers told them...

—"A teacher must be steadfast and unyielding in his will, and his mind must not be disturbed by any other thoughts."

Sometimes, the blood of one's own kind can awaken dormant courage more effectively than the sword of an enemy.

"You...you want to go against the Black Dragon Group, huh..."

The muscular man in sunglasses narrowed his eyes, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

--bump!

Another gunshot rang out!

The ceiling was riddled with dark bullet holes.

The teachers standing there were pale-faced and trembling slightly, but none of them took a single step back.

"Forget it, killing too many people will make that guy target us."

The man in sunglasses suddenly smiled and waved his hand: "Let's lock them all up first."