How did I turn the victim into Feng Aotian?

Just treat it as a joke from my sister for now.

Returning to the room, Shilok yawned and collapsed on the bed without changing his clothes.

Actually, I’m not sleepy at all.

As the level increases, the body's functions improve.

I remember that a level 80 character in the game could survive for three weeks even if his limbs were broken. The level system was really scary.

Considering that I have to train with Brid tomorrow, I just want to go to bed early and get up early.

A lot of things happened today. I did special training that I didn't do in my previous life, encountered a provocation from Norius in the library, was chased around by goblins in the dungeon, spawned monsters, used skills to cause the dungeon to shake, and finally dyed my hair...

A high school life that is extremely fulfilling.

If possible, I don’t want to experience it again. I’m not tired physically, but I’m tired mentally.

I'll try other second-round skills tomorrow.

Shilok closed his eyes, and gradually, the comfortable darkness enveloped his body. Shilok waited for the sleep demon to take him to sleep...

No.

Shilok kicked the sleepiness in his head away and sat up straight.

"Beren..."

There are two reasons why I think of this name.

Shilok called up the ring table window.

[Pure black killing ray]

One is this, a skill that shouldn't exist here at the moment.

If this is a fantasy world, no one will know what martial arts secrets you have learned unless you tell them.

Although this is a game world, it is also the information age.

For a Lv7 rookie like Hellux to obtain late-stage skills is no less than "winning a million-dollar prize from a scratch-off lottery at the station", and it can definitely become a hot topic.

Take the Old Man's Ring as an example. It is as outrageous as the early Grek soldiers' skillful use of Marennia's special move "Water Bird", and it has the same damage and attack range.

That will inevitably be judged as a BUG (abnormal condition) by society.

As long as I am still a student in school, I will definitely check the ring meter during the exam, not to mention that I will definitely scan the ring meter when I go to the dungeon tomorrow.

Once there is a chance to connect to the Internet and scan the cloud database AI, such an outrageous skill will appear in the hands of a Lv7 freshman. Just analyze the interpersonal network casually and it will be abnormal no matter how you look at it.

He would be suspected of being a member of the Fallen Demon Society, a terrorist group that obtains power through irregular channels.

Shilok doesn't want to be taken away for investigation by the Tuner.

The existence of this skill must be concealed.

For this, Beren's help is needed.

Confirmed time...10:38.

"It's still in time."

As for the second reason...

Shilok tied her hair into a ponytail, put on a hooded sweatshirt and a baseball cap, found some old shoes from the closet, and slipped out of the window under the cover of night.

Do you need a reason to see your loved one?

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A book bar filled with the aroma of coffee.

The first floor sells beverages such as coffee and milk tea, while the second floor with dim light is quieter and more comfortable.

The location is close to the commercial district and there is a residential area behind it, so it is considered a semi-prime location. As the night deepens, more and more customers come.

Belen sat in a window seat on the second floor. She put down her book, sipped the coffee that had gone cold from being left for too long, and subconsciously glanced at the phone on the table.

The phone is quiet.

Belén glanced at his phone. Apart from the classmates and colleagues who had changed their LINE settings to “receive without notification”, the messages from his parents back home asking about their current situation, and the chat history with his friends...there was no new message.

Beren didn't pin that person to the top, so he scrolled down.

I saw that the new chat partner I added yesterday still hadn’t sent a single message, and the name was marked as “The debtor from Class F, Shilok.”

The chat history is empty.

Beren has a strange self-esteem. He always feels that he has lost if he sends a message first, so he waits for Shilok to send an emoticon or a blessing to start a conversation.

After all, it was the other party who asked to be added, so the other party should be the first to start the chat.

"Is that guy still in a coma?"

Should I go to the hospital for another visit?

But the doctor said he will wake up soon, so there should be no problem.

Maybe, Shilok is also struggling with how to send a message to the person he likes for the first time?

Imagining how conflicted Shilok was, Beren felt elated.

"Tsk...why do I seem to be looking forward to his message?"

I'm not a girl with a crush on someone, what am I doing...

Belen complained quietly and simply turned off his phone.

It's not the first time I've confessed my feelings. I'm just a 15-year-old kid, there's no need for me to be nervous.

If you really count it, this is the second time that Belen has been confessed to in his life.

It brought back memories that made Beren feel nauseous.

I remember when I was in college, I couldn't resist my roommate's request, so I asked myself to make up the number of people for a social gathering.

Belen was also a little curious and attended the first and last social gathering in his life.

The atmosphere was so uncomfortable. Everyone was like well-rehearsed actors in a drama, you say one sentence and I follow it.

Different from the lively atmosphere in the TV series, Beren just felt that everyone was being hypocritical.

So boring.

Belén did a good job of talking and laughing with them, and the atmosphere was quite lively. When the party was over, one of them approached him on the way home.

Judging from his appearance alone, he must be a handsome guy.

"I noticed you the moment you sat down. I feel you have a kind of beautiful temperament. I like you."

The other party also confessed to Belén as if he had memorized his lines and was drunk.

26. Accomplice

The pigs raised in my hometown are not that smelly.

——Sorry, I'm not interested in drunk men——

I smiled and clearly refused, but that person had another sentence.

——It’s okay. I’ve booked a hotel, do you want to have another drink——

The other party was neither happy nor disappointed.

I think this person should be a veteran.

This time Beren said nothing and walked away.

There was a bunch of Lamborghini car keys in my hand that didn't belong to me, so I threw them into the trash can.

30 minutes later I received a message from my roommate asking if he had seen the car keys. It was an urgent message from that person.

I don't know, I'm not sure, I have no impression

Anyway, that’s the reply.

From then on, Belen never went to the social gathering again. He went between the dormitory, classroom, and library every day until he went to work.

The first time I was confessed to and pursued, all that was left was frivolous, drunken memories.

As for yesterday's incident...

Beren thought of Shilok's sincere eyes.

He is extremely serious.

That's why I care about him a little bit, really only a little bit. Maybe it's because of the sincerity that can only be felt through feelings...

"Mocha coffee, packaged, with lots of sugar and ice. Hello! I assure you, Mike, our products must be the best. Several suppliers are lining up to do business with us!"

A harsh voice interrupted Beren's thoughts.

At the front desk where you take your order, the man in a suit walked around the line of three people in front of him and stood in the first row while talking to someone in the Bluetooth headset.

"Sir, I'm sorry..."

"30R, no need to change, give me a receipt, hurry up. Yes, yes, yes, the goods must be sent to No. 30 in Dwight District, not No. 29 like last time."

The front desk clerk had no choice but to smile at the other guests in line and start making coffee.

The remaining guests glared at the man in the suit angrily, but he just talked business loudly with the person on the phone without any scruples.

Beren smiled.

There are always people who think that if they have money and power they will not suffer any loss and can trample on the freedom of others at will.

It just happens that the evil that these people commit is very subtle, which will cause disgust from others, but not so serious as to attract the iron-clad enforcers of order.

Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt if I gave them a little lesson.

Beren stood up and walked towards the front desk.

My hands are itching.

It can also help you get rid of your irritability, killing two birds with one stone.

Just when Beren was only three steps away from the man in the suit.

"Good evening, Gwena."

Someone is blocking the way.

The man who blocked the road wore a cap with a hood, but these could not hide the white hair like the first snow under the brim of the hat.

"Shilo...K?"

Beren blinked several times, and it was indeed him.

“I don’t know any rappers.”

"I don't want to be a rapper either. I'm sorry to meet you like this. Also, when will you return my student ID to me?"

"What student ID? I don't know what you're talking about."

Belen's voice subconsciously became gentle and provocative.

She lifted the brim of Shilok's hat, which was pulled down low.

"You also wear contact lenses?"

"...It's a long story. Go sit over there and I'll talk. I brought a cake."

Beren glanced at the man in the suit who deserved a beating and saw that he was already walking out with the coffee.

"Don't worry about him, Mr. Belen."

Shilok stopped Beren who was about to move forward.

Looking through the glass door, I saw the man in the suit getting into the car while talking on the phone.

Beren glared at Silok.

The opportunity has been missed, and it would not be a pastime to catch up.

Reluctantly, he returned to his previous seat, and Shilok also sat down with him.

Shilok took out the blueberry mousse, which exuded a cool and slightly sweet fragrance.