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March 7th stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at the two people in front of him with a huff.

Qi Ye and Xing knelt obediently on the floor, each with a bright red handprint on their face.

The one on the left belongs to Qiye, and the one on the right belongs to Xing. They are symmetrical and the force is even.

It is evident that March 7th has a high level of expertise in the art of slapping.

"You two barged into my room first thing in the morning, pinched my cheeks, and did it quite symmetrically, didn't you?!"

March 7th's voice rose at least one octave higher, and the roots of his ears still had a faint red tinge.

I don't know if it was because I was angry or because I had just woken up.

Qi Ye and Xing simultaneously raised their hands to touch the red marks on their faces, then simultaneously lowered them.

Qi Ye's brain was working at lightning speed.

He glanced at March 7's face, which was practically steaming, and then at Xing beside him.

He made a decisive and extremely rational decision: "It's better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than to sacrifice myself."

"March 7th, here's what happened."

Qi Ye straightened his back, his expression sincere.

"Xing wanted to come to your room to find a treasure chest, and I couldn't stop her, so I followed her in to keep an eye on her."

By the way, Himeko asked me to wake you up so we can meet in the observation car.

"It's true, Himeko said so. I came with a mission."

Xing turned her head, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Then, after she recovered, she spoke as if she had been stabbed in the back by her closest comrade:

"What did you just say? Say it again."

"Himeko asked me to wake you up." Suya said without looking to the side.

"The previous sentence."

"...I came here on a mission."

"The previous sentence."

Qi Ye fell silent.

Xing took a deep breath, turned to March 7, and switched her expression from shock at being betrayed to a similarly sincere confession.

She raised one finger and began her final statement.

"I admit, I came to your room looking for a treasure chest."

It was my fault, I apologize.

but……"

She pointed to Qiye.

"This good guy is clearly up to no good."

While you were still sleeping, he squatted by your bed and stared at your face for a long time.

Then he reached out and pinched your cheek.

I didn't start it; he was the one who did it first.

I only pinched it for academic research purposes.

Qi Ye suddenly turned her head to look at Xing.

Xing remained unfazed and continued:

"This means he has ulterior motives towards you; he's clearly lusting after you."

After hearing what Xing said, Qi Ye didn't rush to refute it.

Instead, he straightened his back, crossed his arms over his chest, and a very complex expression appeared on his face.

Three parts appreciation, three parts emotion, and four parts "I knew you'd do this, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

He tilted his head back and spoke as if he were evaluating the heroes of the world.

"Star, what a beautiful star!"

There are countless heroes in the world, and I thought I had already mastered the art of betraying my teammates.

I never imagined your skills in both self-destructing a truck and backstabbing someone had reached such a level of mastery.

He nodded, his tone filled with genuine admiration.

"I underestimated you."

Xing tilted her head, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little more:

"You sold mine first."

"Yes, so I admit defeat. You won this time."

Qiye nodded readily, then turned to March 7.

Just as he was about to continue making excuses, he noticed that March 7th's expression was a bit off.

On March 7th, he didn't stand there angrily with his hands on his hips scolding people like he had before.

They didn't follow up on Xing's words and continue to ask about the sensitive topic of "craving a body".

She simply stood there, one hand still on her hip.

The fingertips of her other hand had somehow already gripped the hem of her clothes.

At this moment, March 7th is thinking about the accident that she originally wanted to keep buried in her heart forever.

The man fell out of the crack, and she was completely naked at the time, so he saw right through her.

And he even fell down while trying to save this guy.

He was made to suck on a place he shouldn't have.

Thinking of this, March 7th's face turned completely red.

But this is not the point.

The key point is that she later wore that light cone that said "Who secretly likes you".

She saw the numbers floating above everyone's heads.

Danko is a reliable companion to her, and Himeko is a lovely little sister to her.

These are all normal and within expectations.

Then she looked up at the top of Qiye's head.

That number was so high that she couldn't believe her eyes.

Enraged, she shoved the light cone into his hand and turned her face away, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

But she remembered that number, remembered it clearly.

Now Xing says he's lusting after her body.

March 7th looked at the man in front of her with the handprint on his face.

I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it.

She wanted to yell at him, to tell him that he had no good intentions from the start.

I'd like to know what exactly you mean by that ridiculously high favorability rating.

What was the meaning behind you squatting by my bed and pinching my cheek just now?

But the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

She just stood there, her face completely red.

Qi Ye looked at San Yueqi, whose face was so red that he couldn't utter a single word, and was somewhat puzzled.

He stared at her face for two seconds, then looked thoughtful, and finally spoke incredulously.

"Little March, are you perhaps also lusting after my body?"

Snapped.

Another bright red handprint appeared on Qi Ye's right cheek, perfectly symmetrical to the one on her left.

Now there's one on each side, identical in size and uniform in color, paired with the one from before March 7th.

The layout of the palm prints across the entire face is a testament to symmetrical aesthetics.

On March 7th, he withdrew his hand, turned around angrily, and walked towards the door.

She paused at the door without turning her head.

"What are you two still kneeling for! Aren't we supposed to be going to the assembly point? Hurry up and catch up!"

After saying that, she opened the door and strode out.

Xing stood up and patted off non-existent dust from her knees.

She looked down at Qiye, who was still kneeling on the ground.

He looked again at the symmetrical handprints on his face and examined them carefully for a long time.

Then she reached out and poked the freshest red mark on his face with her index finger.

"It's symmetrical now. It looks better than before."

"You call this good-looking?"

Qiye touched her burning cheeks and grimaced as she got up from the ground.

"Yes, it has a kind of symmetrical beauty."

Xing nodded, a look of schadenfreude on his face.

"And what you just said is courting death."

My betrayal of you was just retaliation; your flirting with her was suicide.

Two different things.

"I wasn't flirting, I was asking sincerely!"

"He's genuinely courting death."

Xing concluded, then walked towards the door.

"Let's go, to the assembly point."

If you're late, you might get another slap on March 7th, making sure you're symmetrical on three sides.