A little girl at a magic school, she's a goofy troublemaker who can do anything.

Pei Yuanshu was taken to a place by the little puppets.

They call this place:

"Screaming Slaughterhouse"

"Why is it a scream?" Pei Yuanshu asked.

He was escorted to the middle of the procession, looking around as he went. It might be a bit bloodier here compared to the candy and cookie world outside, but it was nothing more than white raw chicken wings, bloody raw beef, and diligent little people painstakingly cutting things up with big machetes.

"Heh heh, scared now? Of course, this place is extremely terrifying! You'll be screaming all the while being slaughtered!" one of the guards said smugly.

Pei Yuanshu remained silent, raising his eyebrows slightly in response.

In his view, it was nothing special; it was just a place for processing meat, which might be a bit scary for these little people.

He followed them in and looked around. The most "terrifying" and noisiest place was the area where chickens and pigs were being slaughtered. The screams of the chickens and pigs were loud, and the little puppets wanted to play, so it became a mess.

The guard told him, "Your punishment is right here! I'm going to lock you in a slaughterhouse cage! You're not allowed out until you've killed everyone! And you'll scream the loudest I can! I'll scare you to death!"

The little man with the hand continued smugly, "The warden said you're the most indifferent one among you, and then you... a coward! We're going to scare you to death! This punishment is perfect for you!"

"Heh," Pei Yuanshu chuckled lightly, unconcerned about the little dolls' thoughts, "Why would I possibly scream?"

The guard, enraged by his attitude, turned bright red, his face flushing crimson. He angrily exclaimed, "You—you definitely will!"

"Can I come out after I've killed them all?" Pei Yuanshu asked again.

The little guard was bewildered and looked at him blankly. The warden hadn't told him anything about this.

Pei Yuanshu added fuel to the fire, continuing, "Shouldn't you release me? I've redeemed myself through meritorious service and completed my sentence. My release is reasonable, fair, and just."

The little guard looked bewildered: "Well, okay then..."

These little toys are so easy to fool.

With that thought in mind, Pei Yuanshu followed into the so-called slaughterhouse cage. He didn't take it to heart, thinking it was just a matter of slaughtering and cutting raw meat.

Then......

He then saw clearly what was tied up in the slaughterhouse cage.

Its long tentacles trembled slightly, its shell was glossy and smooth, its head was flat, its eyes were sharp, and it emitted an indescribable sound...

cockroach.

Live cockroaches.

A cockroach about the same size as him.

Pei Yuanshu: "..."

He's about to start screaming.

-

Mu Feng Cat was taken to a very magical place.

Layers of paper are hung here, like quilts and bed sheets being aired out. Long, thin threads are tied in the air, and thin sheets of paper hang on them, fluttering in the wind.

Judging from the smell, these papers are edible candy wrappers. They are all very large and hang all around, blocking out half the sky. The little dolls lead Mu Feng Cat through them, as if they are traveling through a paper forest.

A sweet aroma lingered in the air, putting Mu Fengmao in a good mood. With nothing else to do, she asked the little guard beside her, "Sir, where are we taking me? What are we going to do?"

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. We're rehearsing a play called 'The Magic Paintbrush Puppet,' but none of us here can draw. Since you're the best at drawing among you, we'll give you a chance to redeem yourself and draw for us! Draw until we're satisfied!" The guard said confidently.

"You've come to the right cat," Mu Fengmao said cheerfully, "It sounds pretty good. I really am the only one among us who can draw."

The others... each have their own abstract art. Mu Feng has the talent of magic arrays, so it's perfectly normal for him to be able to draw. Apart from the occasional line not being straight, he basically has no problems. In any case, he is definitely much better than those other guys.

Last time they revised Xiaomu's drawing together, Mu Feng drew himself as tall, handsome, with eight-pack abs and incredibly strong. Xiaomu was vaguely speechless at him, but Mu Feng was overjoyed.

"Hmph," the guard said sternly, "you'd better be!"

"Of course," Mu Fengmao, who was walking upright, patted his chest, "trust me."

He was initially quite confident, thinking that fooling a few small toys would be a piece of cake.

When he arrived at the destination, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

A huge white candy wrapper was laid on the ground, and there was a lot of room for him to draw.

And the drawing tools given to him.

It is none.

"No," Mu Fengmao said, completely bewildered, "Sir, where are my paintbrushes and paints?"

He lay on the huge white candy wrapper, staring blankly at the little guard standing beside him.

"What's wrong?" the little guard asked back. "Don't you know how to draw? Draw! Do you need a pen to draw?"

Mu Fengmao: "..."

"It's hard for a clever cat to draw without a pen, sir," Mu Fengmao protested vehemently. "How am I supposed to draw on such a big sheet of paper without a pen?"

"Think of a way," the guard coldly replied, "Is it because you haven't tried hard enough?"

"..." Mu Fengmao discovered that these toy figures were really stubborn and difficult to communicate with!

"Okay, then no pen is no pen," Mu Fengmao compromised, "You should at least give me some paint, I'll try to paint with my hands."

The little guard said, "Does that mean I can't paint?!"

Mu Fengmao was so angry that her face was contorted.

"I protest! You're deliberately making things difficult for me! What kind of punishment is this? This is blatant harassment! You're going too far by bullying a cat!"

The guard stood coldly to the side, ignoring him.

"You...!" Mu Fengmao shouted halfway, then his eyes darted around, recalling the biography of the chief of staff that Qin Guanyu had told him.

He decided to try imitating him and see if he could also move this cold-hearted little guard.

"Hmm... Hi! Sir, have you eaten today? How are you feeling?"

The cold-blooded little guard gave him a blank look.

"Married, nothing came of it."

Mu Fengmao: "?"

-

For some reason, the group of mascot figures escorting Yu Zhiyuan all seemed quite afraid of her.

Perhaps it was because her temperament and appearance were too sinister, coupled with her reticence and coldness that kept people at arm's length, and the fact that she had no hands, making it impossible to restrain her with shackles.

So the little dolls escorting her were all trembling with fear, keeping a safe distance from her and cautiously watching her every move.

Yu Zhiyuan's lack of action was the biggest action she could take.

They were all secretly afraid, feeling that this was the kind of cold-faced Yama, who would kill them at the slightest provocation!

As the saying goes, the more silent someone is, the more ruthless and powerful they are...

Yu Zhiyuan, on the other hand, felt alright.

These little dolls look like tiny toys, not human, and their minds don't seem like normal people. This made Yu Zhiyuan feel much more relaxed and allowed her to interact with them freely.

What troubled her was their plan: to infiltrate these little dolls and gather information.

When it comes to social interactions, that's a blind spot for Yu Zhiyuan.

She pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how to get along harmoniously with these little toys.

With Li Wenyin and Qin Guanyu, who were good at these things, not by her side, Yu Zhiyuan thought that she couldn't avoid social matters every time. Since they were acting separately, she should do her part for them.

What should I do...?

"You, you, you are the most difficult to deal with. Our punishment for you is... corporal punishment!"

After a long silence, the terrified little guard finally mustered up his courage and bravely spoke to Yu Zhiyuan.

"You...you must cooperate with us! Accept...accept corporal punishment! Otherwise, the consequences...the consequences will be yours to bear! They'll be very, very scary!"

It speaks in a stammering, trembling voice, as if it would burst into tears if it uttered another word.

Yu Zhiyuan wondered if the guard was a little nervous.

To live in harmony, the first step is to pay attention to other people's emotions, be patient, look them in the eye, and respond appropriately.

So she spoke up.

The voice was cold and flat, without any inflection, and the eerie tombstone faced the guardian figure.

"That's it? Go on, I'm listening."

The guard was startled and terrified.

Such an arrogant tone, so scary! Why is it it that's escorting her?!

It swallowed non-existent saliva, and after much self-hypnosis, mustered its courage and stammered, "You...you'll be scared. Our punishments are very severe!"

Yu Zhiyuan continued to think to herself.

The second step... make some jokes to ease the tension and avoid putting too much pressure on others. Express your feelings in a playful tone, and when speaking to the other person, it's best to offer affirmation and encouragement while also smiling.

Hmm, Yu Zhiyuan felt she should have learned it by now.

She gave a cold laugh and said, "It's like throwing an egg against a rock; you can't hurt me. You should try harder and see if you can actually hurt me."

ahhh-

The guard was so terrified that he ran away in a panic, trembling and shouting as he took several steps back, barely daring to breathe. He was so panicked that he was almost crying out for help.

Yu Zhiyuan: "?"

She was bewildered.

She's only on the second step of the seven-step dating method so far.

What's wrong? Did she do something wrong?

-

"President, where do you think they're taking us?" The doll version of Li Wenyin followed Yu Chiquan, looking around curiously.

Instead of answering directly, Yu Chi Quan asked a question: "Is she not called Youyou anymore?"

"..." Li Wenyin sincerely covered her heart with her hand, "President, my admiration and respect for you have always been as clear as day."

"In addition, as a famous person once said," Li Wenyin continued, "when working, one should refer to their job title."

Yu Chi Quan: "Now is not the time for me to work."

"I understand," Li Wenyin said, making a shh gesture to her lips and looking warily at the little doll in front of her. "It's an undercover operation, so don't reveal your identity. No need to say more, I understand."

"yes."

Yu Chi Quan smiled calmly and said.

"Who was that who was so shocked and kept asking questions after hearing that I was the Chief of Staff?"

Li Wenyin followed up, saying, "Yes, who is it?"

Yu Chi Quan looked at her quietly.

Li Wenyin observes the nose with his eyes and the heart with his nose.

Unable to bear the stare any longer, Li Wenyin replied in a weak voice, "I was surprised and acted rashly. But that won't stop me from figuring out its profound meaning after I've recovered, right, President?"

"What profound insights have you grasped?" Yuchi Quan asked again.

"Actually, not yet," Li Wenyin answered honestly, "but you must have your reasons for doing this, President."

Yuchi Quan: "..."

This person, now that he's back to normal, has started fawning over him, trying to turn a blind eye to the past and escape accountability. He needs to figure out a way to settle things properly.

Li Wenyin was making plans in her mind.

Now that this person has changed back, he will definitely hold her accountable for her past actions. He is a man who loves to bring up old grievances, and she must withstand this hurdle and not let him succeed in doing so.

-

"Um......"

After a moment of contemplation, Yuchi Quan spoke in a soft, sighing voice.

I still prefer you to call me Youyou.

"!"

Li Wenyin turned her head to look in surprise.

Could it be...

The days and nights they had spent together had touched him and melted his cold heart. They had formed a deep revolutionary friendship. He saw her sincerity, kindness, simplicity, and beauty, and was ready to turn the page and not hold it against her anymore!

Li Wenyin was both surprised and delighted, and said, "Okay, okay, if you want it, then I'll still call you Youyou from now on!"

“...Every time you call me that,” Yu Chiquan smiled, explaining gently and patiently, “I think of all the little things we’ve done together.”

"That's wonderful!" Li Wenyin exclaimed happily, her joy evident on her face. "Actually, I prefer to call you Youyou too!"

"for example......"

Yuchi Quan finished speaking with a smile.

"I remember your cloud that sent me up to the sky that night, I remember you rubbing my head, I remember you wearing an invisibility cloak, touching and hugging me, pinching my face, biting my hand, turning into a plastic bag and pouncing on my face, and just now, holding me in your mouth and then spitting me out."

Li Wenyin: "............"

"Brother, senior, president, I was wrong."

She secretly thought that she should carry a bottle of the five senses potion that Mu Feng had failed to make before, so that she could be truly blind and deaf anytime, anywhere, so as not to feel uneasy and sweaty when she heard these unpleasant words.

Or could we expedite the learning process to make an amnesia potion? If it can't cure Yuchi Quan, could we at least give her the potion in one go? Some memories really don't need to be preserved!

Yu Chiquan smiled as he admired her silent resentment, her unrepentant attitude, and her little expression as she tried to figure out how to get by.

However, it does remind me of other things.

He remembered her standing in front of him in the Monster Forest, her back silhouetted against the towering flames and blurred vision; he remembered her kneeling in front of him, sincerely blaming herself and comforting him; he remembered her secretly bringing him several boxes of milk; he remembered her tightly hugging him when she lost control of her emotions; he remembered her smiling as she pulled him and invited him to show his paintings to everyone; and so many other things.

But these things... Yu Chi Quan thought to himself, he'll not tell her for now.