Fighting you is like being in jail.

Eh?

Actually, Xiaoyan likes me?

Mochi? Baka na!

When did this happen? Why don't I know?

That's clearly impossible!

It makes no sense!

Impossible, these must be one of the three great illusions of life.

Chapter 163 Today, my hands trembled... Today, I felt uneasy...

Huh? Huh? How is that possible?

Doesn't make sense?

What did I do to make Xiaoyan, a lesbian, care so much?

This is neither scientific nor reasonable!

I really want to know why... but if I ask here, I'm afraid I'll end up dead in the street.

As Akemi Homura pulled Leng Chang forward, she walked step by step, and even the trembling of each step she took was transmitted from her palms to Leng Chang's body, feeling like a heartbeat.

"No matter what, you are the one who helped me escape the cycle of reincarnation."

“This…” Leng Chang seemed to understand something, filled with surprise, yet also somewhat bewildered.

"You appeared when I was in despair. Although it seemed strange at first, I later realized that your appearance truly broke the endless cycle and even finally ended the vortex that I could never escape."

"I really want to thank you properly, but I just can't seem to find the right way to say thank you."

"I believe you also know why I can't say thank you, right?"

Homura Akemi's voice was steady, even carrying a sense of force. The trembling of her heels hitting the ground caused her black hair to sway slightly, but it was clearly visible in Leng Chang's eyes at that moment.

As for why she couldn't express her gratitude, it's obvious even to a fool that it was because Leng Chang's behavior was too abrupt; she was about to say thank you when some kind of action made her feel disgusted.

"Oh, I see. You scared me to death. I thought you liked me."

Leng Chang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flashing with relief. If he had been liked, he would have fallen into deep self-doubt.

Upon hearing this, Homura Akemi tightened her grip on Leng Chang's hand slightly and quickened her pace.

A short while later, at Xiaomei's villa.

For some reason, Leng Chang felt a deep sense of inferiority after seeing the villa. He stared silently at the villa, which was about the same size as the Kaname family's, and shed bitter tears.

Why are you all so rich!

Is this also a measure of the value of the anime/manga culture?

I'm poor and I'm from a completely different world. I'm incredibly lucky to have met you rich women.

His resentment towards the rich was about to explode. Even though he now had more money than he could ever spend, he still couldn't quell the pain of his past poverty.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense...

Xiaoyan has been staying in the hospital for a long time. Are those hospitals in Japan suitable for ordinary people?

It would be strange if they didn't have a gold mine at home.

Kurushi, my heart is clenching; it's the poverty of the past reminding me of what I once was.

Envy caused my plasmolysis

How come you anime/manga fans have such great family backgrounds!

Akemi Homura stood at the villa's main entrance, turning back to look at Leng Chang with a hint of reluctance on her face and a slight frown, appearing somewhat sorrowful. Her hands were clasped behind her back, taut and straight, her palms clenched together, and she shyly stood on tiptoe.

"I'm home, aren't you going to say something?"

"If I suddenly have to say goodbye, will you cry?" Leng Chang looked at Akemi Homura with difficulty, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Ha! You think I'm too fragile. I've been through such desperate things, do you think this little thing would make me cry?"

Homura Akemi scoffed dismissively, her aloofness returning instantly, a mixture of disdain, arrogance, and a hint of concern.

"In that case... study hard, eat well, and rest well."

Leng Chang smiled broadly, trying her best to appear kind and compassionate, her eyes filled with loving eyes.

"Five years."

"Yes, five years."

"For you, it's the next second, but for us, it's five years. I've gotten used to this situation, after all, I've been through so much in that time. But Xiaoyuan is different; she'll understand a lot in these five years."

"So what are you going to say?"

"It's nothing, it's just... I suddenly find myself reluctant to leave this life behind. I'll leave Xiaoyuan, you, and everyone else. Five years..."

"......

I'm really afraid your next sentence will be, "Do you know how you've spent the last five years?"

Leng Chang's mind went blank for a moment, as if he could see a big shot pointing at the ground, gritting his teeth and angrily rebuking the past five years.

"Are you distracted again?"

Homura Akemi tilted her head back and glanced at Leng Chang, her purple eyes gleaming with a penetrating light.

Startled, Leng Chang jumped up and stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Um?!"

"Tch, I could tell just by looking at your expression," Homura Akemi said dismissively, though a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

"How come I find that you can always guess what I'm thinking? This doesn't make sense!" Leng Chang felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been seen through.

Homura Akemi's lips curled up even more at his words, and she smiled with half-closed eyes, saying, "Who knows? Anyway, don't be too easy to understand. You don't care about other people's feelings at all, so everything is written all over your face."

"I'm not saying anything more, I'm going back."

She loosened her grip on her back, smiled relaxedly, and silently took out a bottle of cola and tossed it over under Leng Chang's watchful gaze.

Leng Chang subconsciously took the Coke, somewhat bewildered.

"This is a farewell gift. We'll be back when you've finished your drink. And that's it, goodbye."

As soon as she finished speaking, Homura Akemi turned and walked away without looking back. The image of her long black hair swaying as she walked was reflected in Leng Chang's eyes, lingering for a long time.

But Leng Chang had no idea that Homura Akemi, with her head turned away, was smiling wickedly.

Back in the villa in Tokyo Sekai,

Leng Chang felt a pang of anxiety. Although she herself suffered no loss, she knew that for the two of them, it would be a five-year separation.

I don't know why I always have this feeling of unease, just like a mother worrying about her child traveling a thousand miles away.

"So that's why I feel like I've become a nanny..."

Leng Chang was restless due to his displeasure, and even though he knew the two of them would be alright, he still couldn't put his mind at ease.

This is the mouth and teeth of the child I raised from childhood.

How could an elder not feel at ease?

But then again, they're just going home, why should I worry about anything?

Time passed slowly, and she couldn't help but sigh. Sitting in the living room of the villa, she felt that something was missing, especially when she looked at the cola on the table, which was given to her by Homura Akemi.

Today, my hands trembled... Today, I felt uneasy.

Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyan, how could you leave your mouths so easily?

I'm so, so anxious!

Wow—ya—

tons tons tons

Leng Chang picked up the Coke on the table and downed it in one go.

The next second, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he silently frowned.

"It doesn't taste right! Why is it a bit bitter?"

Guluuluulu...

A violent throbbing sensation came from his abdomen, as if some colossal beast was roaring inside, then twisting, splitting, writhing, rolling, and growling eerily.

"Oh no! Laxatives! It's a laxative attack—1"

"AkemiHomura, you born evil bastard, I'll personally wipe your teeth off when I get out!"

Guluuluulu...

Another wave of irresistible instinctive impact hit him. At this moment, Leng Chang finally understood what it meant to be a colossal beast, as strong as a monster. He struggled to maneuver, lost his mind, and couldn't dodge in time. The dragon crashed into him, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't defeat it.

In an instant, in the villa's toilet.

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph—Aa ...

Leng Chang's painful roar echoed throughout the entire villa; that day seemed like the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, filled with the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Chapter 164 His mother's cold, ordinary teeth—!

When Leng Chang emerged from the restroom, the mask of pain on his face was completely unshakeable. He could only clutch his stomach and stagger along, leaning against the wall, his face deathly pale.

"I'm sure there wasn't a single drop of Coke in that can..."

But it doesn't matter!

As a magnetic field madman, how could I be seriously injured by such despicable means? I will definitely not fall here.

Damn it! I'm a magnetic field maniac, a man even black ash can't harm, so why did a little laxative make me so pathetic?

Why are you talking about teeth?! That's not scientific!

Could it be a token of affection?! Xiaoyan infused the laxative with a special skill!?

This is totally wrong. Where did they all go? There's no such outrageous Heart Skill in the neighboring SAO.

“Oh, Akemi Homura…”

Leng Chang gritted his teeth, wishing he could kill that inherently evil Chu Sheng right now.

I don't know which shameless guy led this astray.

If they find it, they absolutely cannot be forgiven!

Ding Dong!

Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing Leng Chang's pupils to shrink.

She looked up at the gate as if in a dream, a hint of helplessness flickering in her eyes.

It must be Madoka and Homura...

Life is but fifty years, like a dream or an illusion.

Five years is just a blink of an eye in my eyes, but for them it is a real five years.

Five years! Do you know how I've spent these five years?!

If you convert that into your own time, I've been sitting on the toilet for a full five years!

I, I, I am the Cold-blooded War God!

Leng Chang leaned against the wall and left, his eyes fixed on the imposing gate of the villa.

"Once we get there... Ah Lao Ba's midnight snack..."

Having finally arrived at the front door, he took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he opened the door, revealing his most tender smile, looking expectantly at the door that had been pushed open.

The two people standing at the door had their eyes sparkling with excitement the moment they saw him.

Her pink twin ponytails were just as they were yesterday, her red hair ribbons were tied into bows, her golden eyes were glistening with tears, and she had grown considerably taller, at least 1.65 meters.

Her outfit was no longer the pink one she used to wear, but a more mature black slip dress and white top, with black high heels on her feet, which she was standing on tiptoe.

She could no longer suppress the smile on her lips; her eyelashes curved at the corners of her mouth as she smiled unexpectedly.