The cycle begins to repeat itself today.

However, since this possibility exists, I should also disguise myself by conforming to this daily routine. While exploring the goals I need to explore, I should also use this to obtain more information.

Asking March to help with tutoring is a very important matter. My original plan was to have Yezi and March go to the cafeteria together after school this afternoon. I would stay a little later and then ask the homeroom teacher in the office for March's phone number under the pretext of not being able to find them, so as to check what the string of numbers actually meant.

But now it seems I shouldn't have been in such a hurry. I should have waited a day or two, and ideally let the homeroom teacher realize that Yezi and I were discussing learning matters with March. People tend to believe what they see with their own eyes, which is more credible than having March explain it to her.

In the next couple of days, I can do something else. There are still some clues worth investigating at Yezi's house, and given my current relationship with her, she won't refuse my request. As for March, I don't need to worry about her either. They have a curfew at night, and her parents are home too. I can use the excuse that I want to be intimate with Yezi, and she won't have any problems with that. After all, her parents are an issue she can't ignore.

This way, I'll have enough time to investigate things in Yezi's house that I hadn't noticed before, or that I had noticed but forgotten. Also, Yezi has less experience with these things and is more shy than March, who is more proactive and desire-driven. I can satisfy her with simpler methods.

That way I can find out the problem I'm looking for, but it's also quite a troublesome thing. Once I solve Yezi's own problem—there's no one else in her house—I'll be able to obtain even more information based on the large amount of intelligence I already possess.

There's another place I want to go, but I can't, at least not right now... March's house. March's house is home to herself and her younger sister, Lin Yin, which means that if I could go there, I might find some unexpected clues. Moreover, March and Lin Yin themselves still offer a wealth of clues worth exploring. However, as long as her parents are still there, I probably won't be able to go to her house.

In March, she mentioned that her parents were very busy and she didn't know if there would be another opportunity.

My hand slipped inside March's clothes, sliding and rubbing back and forth across her abdomen, but not moving upwards. March quickly grabbed my hand, tilting her head back to look at me, slightly arching her back, and kissed me on the cheek.

"I need to rest, stop bothering me. If I fall asleep in class, I'll take it out on you." She held my hand down, but didn't let me pull it out of her clothes. Instead, she closed her eyes again.

If I keep repeating this action in similar situations, I should be able to leave a considerable impression of longing in March. If there is a feedback pattern between their behavior and that laughter, this should serve as proof that I am gradually being changed.

I quieted down, holding Yezi and Sanyue, feeling somewhat aimless. I kissed each of them on the cheek and looked up at the sky. I wanted to rest too, but my current position didn't allow it. Yezi and Sanyue were resting against me, and I needed to be their support as well.

It's not a big deal, just a little boring.

Chapter 191 The Slightly Changed Situation

When it was almost two o'clock, the alarm I had set went off. Although I turned it off in time, it still woke up Yezi and Sanyue, who were not in a deep sleep.

Yezi rubbed her eyes and woke up, but Sanyue pretended not to be awake and rubbed her body against my arm. I pulled my hand back and gently pinched her cheek: "Stop fooling around, it's already two o'clock, if we don't go down now it will be difficult to go down later."

I suddenly realized that the strange delay seemed to have disappeared. Even though I'm holding Yezi and March like this now, and even though I'm not thinking about doing that kind of thing, I'm no longer affected by that sense of delay.

"That's true, what a pity." March opened her eyes, looked at me tenderly, and then kissed my cheek affectionately. Yezi, who had just recovered some of her energy, imitated March's gesture.

I patted them both on the back, telling them to stand up. I stood up too, brushed the dust off my pants, and Ye Zi and I returned to the lecture hall from the rooftop, one after the other. Fortunately, this wasn't the time when students usually returned to the classroom; they were usually a little later, arriving closer to class time.

"I'll talk to the teacher before class to see if we can use the lecture hall during our free time. After all, there are many things that are not easy to do in the classroom. I think you'll be happier then, right?" March asked me.

Of course I knew what she meant, so I nodded without hesitation. Once I understand my situation and what I need to do, I might discover things I hadn't previously paid much attention to.

Similar questions often exist. Whether it's Yezi, Sanyue, or Linyin, they have all used words or actions to express the same idea to me—that I can do whatever I want with them, and even, judging from the current situation, my thoughts take precedence over their own will at times.

I can no longer simply dismiss the actions of these three girls as something they wanted to do; I find myself delving deeper into the meaning behind their actions. Considering the laughter that had previously occurred on the rooftop, the timing of most of it, and my earlier speculation that it might be some kind of signal, could the girls' behavior be a form of information gathering?

They expressed through words and actions that I could indulge my desires and that they were happy to cooperate with me. In turn, I would respond with a certain attitude based on their behavior—whether through actions, words, or an undeniable silence. In any case, I demonstrated my attitude. They were sending a signal, and so was I.

They received the signal from that laughter and acted accordingly, while my actions were also transformed into some kind of meaningful signal that was fed back to these three girls. Was I being monitored?

That should be obvious, right? After all, that laughter kept echoing around me, but I couldn't find him, which in itself proves that I was being monitored to some extent. But the other person wouldn't show himself all the time, as that would increase the chances of being exposed. In fact, he never actually appeared in front of me; I could only hear his laughter. He needed some kind of feedback, and these girls naturally acted as the ones collecting that feedback.

I should project the attitude I "should project" and let things unfold as they expect, so that the feedback will be positive and it will also help me conceal my true thoughts.

"That's settled then, thank you for your trouble." I reached out and ruffled her hair. March seemed to enjoy it, and squinted her eyes slightly: "It is troublesome, how are you going to thank me?"

"You should be satisfied, right?" I gave a vague answer, leaving it to March to interpret. But what happened before had left a deep impression on her, and her thoughts would probably gravitate towards that conclusion.

March nodded in satisfaction, took Ye Zi's hand, and walked out of the lecture hall. As they walked, she whispered something to Ye Zi before entering the classroom. I slowed down a few steps. Although I had an excuse to ask March for help, in this environment, unless it was common knowledge, no matter the reason, as long as it was a topic that could be discussed, there would always be people who didn't mind stirring things up.

To ensure my plan went smoothly, I didn't want anything to go wrong in a place like this. Entering the classroom a little later, I saw that March hadn't returned to her seat; instead, she had come to sit next to me with Yezi. The students in the classroom, especially those at the front, were staring at the two of them with great curiosity, so much so that it seemed no one noticed me entering the classroom.

It wasn't until I got closer that I realized March was pointing to a certain point in Yezi's textbook and explaining it to her. Yezi seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly quieted down and listened to March's explanation. Perhaps Yezi had some basic knowledge, or perhaps March's explanation was good enough, because I saw a look of surprise on Yezi's face.

"See, it's very simple, isn't it?" March winked at her, and Yezi nodded to her and thanked her. March then turned to me and said, "You too, for such a simple question, you can just have Yuqing explain it to you. If you still don't understand, just come to me."

I quickly understood March's purpose in doing this, so I nodded and watched her return to her seat. Her deskmate seemed to be asking her what had happened. I noticed that even the few students scattered at the back of the classroom were looking over curiously; such a thing was indeed quite rare in this class.

It seems I've become more noticeable, which isn't what I wanted, but if it's the price I have to pay, I'll gladly accept it. I returned to my seat, and Yezi followed suit. She looked at her textbook, which March had just explained, with delight, seemingly happy that she had grown from it.

Yezi's reason for being happy remains as simple and lovely as ever.

Chapter 192 Simple Leaves

After finishing our afternoon classes, Yezi and I were about to go to the cafeteria for lunch again, but this time there was another person. March, who was supposed to wait a while before going back to eat, stood up when Yezi and I were almost at the classroom door and said she wanted to come with us. The students around her looked a little surprised, but March was holding something in her hand, something that looked like a notebook. It seemed to be a prop that March was using to disguise herself.

In short, what was originally just Ye Zi and me for dinner now turned into a three-person affair. Knowing a part of March's hidden personality, I was somewhat surprised, but not entirely unable to understand her thinking. The two of them seemed to be getting along very well, so I didn't need to worry too much about that. What truly surprised me, and even revealed a slightly unusual change in my surprise, was that as the three of us went downstairs together, we ran into Lin Yin, who was also walking in the same direction and was heading to dinner.

Logically, we third-year students in the old teaching building should be much faster than those in the main building, but Lin Yin was able to catch up, which was a little unbelievable to me. It wasn't until I sorted out what had happened that I understood.

It was probably because Lin Yin rushed to the cafeteria as soon as get out of class ended, but that alone was not enough. March also played her role in this process... In the classroom, she slightly delayed Ye Zi and me. She called Ye Zi over, talked for a while about her studies, and then told the other students that she would go to eat with us. In just that short time, all three girls had arrived.

I don't know if this was intentional or accidental, but I don't think it's anything to be surprised about. These three girls possess more hidden and important characteristics than others, and their coming together must have an extraordinary significance, both in appearance and in essence.

I went to eat with the three of them. I walked on the far left, with Ye Zi standing next to me. On Ye Zi's other side were San Yue and Lin Yin. The three girls seemed to be having a good time chatting, and even Lin Yin, whom I remembered as rather introverted, was able to join in smoothly. I stayed slightly apart from them and didn't participate in the discussion. After all, a boy with three girls would inevitably attract attention, so it was better to be a little mindful of that.

They also tacitly avoided talking to me too much, only occasionally mentioning me in passing, and the conversations were limited to things related to studies and daily life. They all seemed very honest. This made me think that dinner would at least be relatively peaceful, but this pretense only lasted until we entered the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was crowded, and with people blocking each other's view, it wasn't easy to notice if someone made a small movement. I quickly felt someone take my hand, and judging from the familiar touch, it must be March. I turned my head and, sure enough, saw her looking up at me with a smile.

I glanced around but didn't see anyone deliberately looking in my direction, perhaps because they hadn't seen me. But this behavior still wasn't good. I shook my head at March, and she quickly understood what I meant. Perhaps she just wanted to play a prank, and she quickly let go of my hand again.

After getting our food, the four of us randomly found a table with empty seats and sat down. There happened to be an empty four-person table by the window, and the three girls led me there. I was forced to sit in a seat on the inside, with Ye Zi next to me, San Yue across from me, and Lin Yin next to her.

I had just put down my food and was about to eat when I suddenly felt a foot touch me. I was startled and looked at March. Only March, who was sitting across from me, could do something like this. Ye Zi's position was wrong, and Lin Yin probably hadn't become too bold yet.

I looked at March, but she just smiled and shook her head at me, seemingly unwilling to eat properly. I vaguely realized that this was probably because March had easily let go of my hand when getting her food earlier.

I don't know if Ye Zi and Lin Yin noticed, but they were both still eating quietly. March was the same; she was eating while talking to Ye Zi, explaining what she thought were math problem-solving strategies. It was impossible to tell that she was doing anything else. And this little action under the table was becoming more and more brazen. I hesitated whether to object, but March showed no intention of stopping.

I had to use my free left hand to hold her foot down, gripping her ankle to prevent her from moving freely. March glanced at me, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied, so I gently started massaging her feet. I didn't know anything about acupoints or anything like that, so I just pressed around randomly, but March's expression seemed to relax, and she ate her meal as if nothing had happened, without doing anything else.

This matter can probably be considered to have calmed down.

Nothing else happened at dinner. Lin Yin parted ways with us downstairs in the teaching building, while Ye Zi, San Yue, and I headed upstairs. Just as we were about to cross the lecture hall, San Yue grabbed my arm. I turned back to look at her, puzzled, and she waved the notebook she was holding: "It's time to study." Then she pointed to the lecture hall next door.

"Now?" I asked, slightly puzzled. "Then I'll go get the book."

"Just let Yezi get it; Yezi needs to bring her book too. Besides, it's not really appropriate for a boy to be flipping through a girl's book, is it?"

I chuckled to myself. These three girls—I've already gone through each of their stacks of books…

I looked at Ye Zi, expecting her to be a little unhappy, but after hearing the news, she immediately walked towards the classroom: "Is it math? I'll go get it now, wait for me a moment."

And then she just left. I couldn't help but think how easily Ye Zi was fooled. Then March pulled her into the lecture hall, and right there in the doorway, March kissed her again. Perhaps in her mind, there was no concept of moderation, or knowing when to stop.

Chapter 193 The Invisible Observation

March's actions ended quickly. She touched her lips and smiled slyly, looking at me, lost in thought. I didn't understand the meaning behind March's gesture, but I glanced at her with a slight sense of helplessness. It wasn't entirely acting; I was about to say something to her, but in the brief silence, I heard some very faint sounds.

Before I could find the source of the sound, the door behind me was pushed open, and Yezi came in with her textbooks and notebooks. March casually said a few words to her, and then things finally returned to normal. March was indeed guiding Yezi and me in our studies, and whenever I was a little distracted, March would remind me in a rather suggestive way.

The time between afternoon dismissal and class is usually not very long, and class usually starts half an hour early. However, the teacher arrives at the office next to the classroom even earlier than that half hour to rest and prepare for class. I felt someone watching me from outside the window. I initially thought it was the person trying to observe my laughter, so I didn't make any big movements. I secretly peeked out, but what I saw was the subject teacher who was teaching evening self-study tonight.

He taught history, but I couldn't remember his name because he rarely called on students to answer questions in class. However, his lectures were quite interesting, and I listened to a lot of them. I actually knew most of the general information I needed to know, except for his name.

After watching for a while, he turned and left. I hope he didn't see March's slightly concealed but very bold actions.

The three of us stayed in the lecture hall for a while longer when my phone rang. It was my alarm set for 6:30, since we had class soon. We went back to the classroom, and the history teacher had already arrived. When he saw the three of us at the classroom door, he didn't look at us with curiosity like the other students. Instead, he simply told us to come in and get ready to start class.

Yezi and I returned to our seats, and no one came to talk to us. This was normal, since I had previously refused to interact with others much, and I couldn't join either the groups in front or behind me. Yezi was the one who was being refused interaction, so naturally no one would come to talk to her.

There was a slight commotion in March, but it was quickly quelled by the teacher's efforts. Then the exams began, followed by immediate explanations, and the evening study session vanished just like that. Then it was time to go home. I packed my empty schoolbag, and Yezi had already packed her things and was waiting for me. Her intention was clear: she wanted to go home with me.

I had just finished packing my bag when March came over and started talking to Yezi, deliberately avoiding speaking to me, probably not wanting to arouse suspicion among the other students. I looked around; most people just glanced at me briefly before looking away, seemingly not particularly interested in what was happening.

The three of us came out of the classroom together and went home together. However, when we crossed the campus and arrived at the gate, March asked me who I wanted to go back with. I put my hand on Yezi's shoulder, and she seemed a little flattered.

"Even if I were to take you home, I could only take you to your front door. I'll take Yezi home today." My hand moved suggestively over Yezi's shoulder and neck, and Yezi's body became slightly hot.

March rolled her eyes at me: "Yes, yes, what a heartless man. He only sent Ye Zi back and didn't care about me at all."

"If your parents aren't around, I have no problem sending you back home."

March shrugged: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it right now."

I looked around. There were quite a few people around, but it was nighttime and the lighting wasn't very good. March was standing to my left against the wall. I thought for a moment, then placed my other hand on her back and slid it down to her waist. Even through her clothes, I could almost feel March's smooth body. March trembled slightly, but her expression didn't change, and her gait remained unchanged.

"Wow..." March made a sound as if she was interested: "It must feel really good to have one on each arm, right?"

"Didn't I already try it on the rooftop at noon? I felt pretty good."

My hands gently and lightly stroked the two girls' bodies; any larger movements would be seen by those around us.

"I really want to go back with you guys," March said. I just smiled and said, "There will be a chance."

We parted ways at the pedestrian bridge. March could have taken the riverside path closer to the school and gone back through the abandoned park, which would have been a more convenient route. But wanting to spend more time with me, she followed me and Yezi to the pedestrian bridge. However, our overlapping routes ended there.

When no one was looking at me, March suddenly whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow morning, same time and place, you absolutely have to come."

Then she kissed me on the cheek and walked away. She went to Yezi's side and whispered something in her ear. Yezi's face seemed to turn red, but the light wasn't good enough for me to see clearly.

After March, she took a step back and said to Ye Zi in a slightly louder voice, "See you tomorrow morning," without mentioning me. Perhaps this was just an act? I looked at Ye Zi again: "Let's go, I'll take you home today."

Yezi gave a soft "Mmm" and walked beside me in the direction of her house. Yezi walked with her head down, while I, too, subtly observed my surroundings as I walked. I had a persistent feeling that someone was watching me, which made me uneasy. But my actions were ultimately futile. This feeling of being watched has become increasingly pronounced lately. Have my senses become more acute?

I shook my head uncertainly and followed Ye Zi to her building, then went upstairs with her. Even after entering the building, the feeling of being observed didn't disappear; I felt a little uneasy, but this unease was quickly overshadowed by the situation at March's home.

Chapter 194 Medicine in the Water

Stepping into Yezi's house, the scene I'd seen countless times before unfolded before me once more. To my own perception, I noticed no change in the space—clean, damp, and empty, with an unspoken sense of loneliness permeating it. Yezi's house remained empty, even after so much time… no, actually, not much time had passed. Today was the "second day" since I rescued Yezi, and yesterday I had come to her house just like today.

My sense of time seems to be gradually blurring, which is hardly good news. As soon as Yezi got home, she went to her room to change. I watched her walk towards the room, push open the door, and go inside. She seemed about to close the door behind her, but then stopped abruptly, glanced at me, and continued changing with the door wide open. I needed to show my interest in Yezi's body, so I didn't look away, but then I realized that was just an excuse I was making for myself.

I am very interested in the bodies of Ye Zi, San Yue, or Lin Yin, or to put it bluntly, these three girls. However, my actions are still being suppressed by my reason. The interest I deliberately show in them is just something I originally wanted to hide.

I watched as March took off her clothes, leaving only the underwear I had seen before, and then changed into the dress I had made her wear yesterday, right in front of me. She really cared about my opinion. She came out of the room and came to my side. This time, she didn't lower her head but looked directly into my eyes. I reached out and ruffled her hair, and we sat down on the sofa in the living room together.

"Would you like some water?" Yezi asked me. I nodded, and Yezi stood up again, took a cup from the coffee table, and poured me some water. I took this opportunity to take another careful look at the space.

The clean, white walls, the tidy sofa, and the neatly arranged items on the coffee table were all exactly as I remembered them. However, I couldn't discern any information from these props. Perhaps these things simply didn't possess any inherent information.

Yezi returned to my side with the cup and handed it to me. It was a full glass of cold water; I took a small sip and then put it back on the coffee table. There was nothing in the living room that could pique my interest. Were there anything else in the other rooms?