I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The boy looked at the pretty little face with her brows furrowed in confusion and sighed inwardly.

Not only did Shen Xi not know the connection, but even he didn't understand why the petite Shen Xi would do this.

"The answer is obviously no, it's unrelated. I just simply changed my mind and wanted Nana to be my girlfriend." The boy shrugged.

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a moment of deathly silence.

"Cheng Fei, what are you saying?" The girl looked up, her pure, dark eyes empty and unfocused.

The biting cold spread out, making him feel as if he had been placed in a cold storage room for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense." The boy lowered his head and mourned silently.

"You lying piece of trash." The girl's expression returned to normal, and the chill dissipated, as if what had just happened was all an illusion.

"Teacher Shen, you promised to force me to satisfy you, but you're in another meeting?" the boy said helplessly.

"Shut up, you're too noisy. I'll satisfy you later. If you can't wait, do it yourself. Anyway, it's Cheng Feiyu's favorite artwork." The girl said coldly and rudely, pressing his palm down with an impatient tone.

"Yes." The boy had nothing to say and began to feel at ease as he experienced the various parts wrapped in the black cloth.

The girl sensed his movement, and her small, soft body twitched uncomfortably. After thinking for a moment, she continued to mutter to herself with a furrowed brow, "But recovery ability alone is not enough to defeat the failed work. Cheng Feiyu must have obtained even more power. Judging from the sounds at the time, the battle was very intense, something that the physical body could not possibly do. It's a pity that the Foundation sealed the subsequent investigation records, so we don't know what happened on the scene."

The boy silently observed the delicate little face that was deep in thought, without offering any comment.

"Besides publicly confessing his feelings to the fox spirit, Cheng Feiyu also acted very strangely on the way back. He only returned to normal after returning. Could it be that he was really controlled by something at that time?" The girl suddenly raised her head and stared at him, her pupils shrinking as if trying to find the answer in the depths of his eyes.

"Don't worry, Teacher Shen, at least I'm normal now," the boy said softly.

"Shut up, nobody here is worried." The girl lowered her head again and continued to think, seemingly not caring at all.

"Why? Is Teacher Shen so sure?" The boy was stunned.

"Nonsense, in the entire multiverse, besides Cheng Feiyu, I can't think of any other creature that would change just by touching my foot like this." The girl glared at him without any politeness.

The boy stiffened for a moment, then remained silent for a second. "Teacher Shen, no matter what, please don't deny your charm as the cutest girl in the multiverse. Thank you."

The girl ignored him with a look of disgust and continued to recall and analyze, "When Cheng Feiyu woke up that day, he was normal until he suddenly hugged Milian when he was about to leave."

Her eyes widened suddenly. "Could it be Miriam?"

"There's no need to suspect my senior, and besides, what reason would she have for me to confess to Nana?" The boy became sad.

1033. Shen Xi said they could go together.

Shen Xi fell silent again, burying her head near the boy's neck.

Cheng Fei ignored her, admiring his own slender and graceful work of art, holding the small and soft object in his hand, and feeling the girl's subtle and imperceptible reactions.

In this atmosphere, the air fell silent for a moment.

As the boy gradually stiffened, the girl suddenly raised her head and stared at him, her eyes sharp as if she had caught something.

"Not even a couple of pinches? Wrong." The boy raised his hands in surrender in a second.

“Petite Shen Xi.” The girl narrowed her eyes and coldly uttered four words.

"Huh?" The boy met her gaze.

"The problem lies with the petite Shen Xi, isn't it?" the girl said with certainty.

"Teacher Shen, what exactly are you talking about?" The boy's lips twitched.

“If you’re asking what’s been unusual about Cheng Feiyu lately, it’s the petite Shen Xi.” The girl glared at him, then continued to recall, “Starting from the day he conquered the third floor of the corridor, Cheng Feiyu dreamed about the petite Shen Xi for several days in a row, and he would even talk in his sleep, until one day he suddenly stopped talking.”

"Is it possible that the psychiatrist was right? I was under a lot of stress those days, and I also liked Teacher Shen so much that I had strange dreams. I recovered after a few days." The boy stroked his chin with an air of seriousness, smelled a faint fragrance, and subconsciously searched for its source. His gaze swept along the girl's kneeling legs to the end, and then moved to her face.

The girl staring at him shivered violently, her face turning extremely disgusted. Her small, soft body, encased in black over-the-knee socks, tried to move inwards as if trying to find a place to hide.

"I'm sorry, but Teacher Shen really smells so good from head to toe." The boy lowered his head and mourned silently.

"You're still trying to cover it up, fine, but don't think I don't remember what Cheng Feiyu said in his sleep." The girl covered her mouth with disgust and glared at him fiercely.

"I truly admire Professor Shen's spirit of inquiry, but what is it about?" The boy's expression hardened.

"Exchange? Cheng Feiyu mentioned exchange in his sleep, and more than once." The girl said subconsciously, then, as if sensing something, her eyes flickered as she looked at him again, her pupils contracting sharply and her expression turning to shock, "...?!"

"Really? I don't remember." The boy's heart skipped a beat when he met her gaze, but he continued to act as if nothing had happened.

"So that's how it is, I should have thought of it sooner." The girl ignored him and looked away, staring into the void and muttering to herself. Her blank expression seemed to have finally solved the mystery and realized the unbelievable truth.

"Teacher Shen, what are you talking about? If you keep this up, I'm going to continue." The boy pretended to grasp the small, soft object again.

“Because it was an exchange, he gained power first, and then was controlled to publicly confess his love to the fox spirit. That explains everything.” The girl tightened her grip on his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh. Her pure, dark eyes blinked twice, and her eyes suddenly turned slightly red.

"Teacher Shen, she's so small and chubby, she's really cute. Why is she like this?" the boy exclaimed as he looked at her.

"Cheng Fei." The girl swallowed, looked up at him again, her eyes trembling. "So that's how it is, right?"

The boy looked into her eyes and fell silent. He withdrew his hand and gently patted her head twice. "Little cutie, don't let your imagination run wild."

The girl narrowed her eyes, bit her lip, and turned her face away, her stubborn pink lips tightly closed, as if she were in a stalemate with him.

The boy just looked at her without saying a word.

After a moment, the girl turned back and stared intently at him, her voice becoming muffled, "The facts are right in front of you, Cheng Feiyu, do you still not admit it?"

"Sweetie, although I really want to support you, I'm overthinking it." The boy sighed helplessly.

“Then call me by my name.” The girl took a deep breath and raised her chin.

"The previous agreement is no longer valid, didn't you say that yourself?" The boy couldn't help but laugh, whether it was gloating or something else.

The girl froze, a hint of panic crossing her face. She turned away, blinked hard, then looked at him again, emphasizing her words, "As long as Cheng Feiyu honestly tells the truth, I will..."

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out for a moment.

"Just?" the boy asked, puzzled.

The girl's chin trembled slightly as she stared at the bedside table beside her, her voice strained, "Just be Cheng Feiyu's girlfriend, even without a public confession."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man sighed softly.

The girl looked at him, hope appearing in her eyes.

The boy smacked his lips, looked away, and muttered, "Actually, I think Nana would be a pretty good girlfriend."

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief, then she clenched her teeth and said, slowly and deliberately, "It's okay to be with a fox spirit."

"Together with what?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"Together." The girl took a deep breath, her flat chest heaving violently, as if she were making a decision that went against her principles.

"Really?" the boy asked in surprise.

"As long as Cheng Feiyu explains himself clearly now." The girl turned her face away, her tone becoming stubborn.

"Sweetie, I'd love to say yes if I could." The boy hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "But unfortunately, I can't."

The air fell silent for a second.

"Why? Would the petite Shen Xi really kill you?!" The girl suddenly leaned closer to him and raised her voice, barely able to contain herself.

The boy remained unmoved, revealing a serious expression of distress. "The main problem is that I've always been a believer in pure love, and I can't really accept the idea of ​​having two girlfriends."

The girl's eyes widened suddenly, as if she had heard something unacceptable, and she opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

"So I'm sorry, little cutie, you'd better wait in line. Don't even think about taking a shortcut." The boy pursed his lips and lowered his head, like a restaurant manager informing a customer that there were no seats available.

The girl's small hands that had been gripping his shoulders went limp, her body slumped down, and she buried her face in his chest, looking utterly defeated.

"Sweetie, if this really doesn't work, I'll go back and discuss it with Nana. From now on, she'll be my girlfriend on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you'll be my girlfriend on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. On Sundays, we can play rock-paper-scissors or I can rest. What do you think?" The boy said seriously.

"Shut up, it's too noisy." The girl's cold, emotionless voice rang out.

"Okay." The boy's expression changed, and he immediately shut his mouth.

The girl sniffed, and her voice, devoid of emotion, came through, "If Cheng Feiyu refuses to admit it, then so be it. Let's leave it at that."

"What does it look like?" the boy asked cautiously.

"If you like a vixen as your girlfriend, then let her be one for life. It's fine." The girl took a breath.

"There's no need to be so extreme. It can still be changed, it just takes a little time," the boy said calmly.

"I told you to shut up." The girl's tone was casual yet authoritative.

The boy's expression hardened.

The girl slowly raised her head, her eyes vacant, her face as cold as ice, and her whole body exuding a palpable chill.

"Are you angry?" the boy asked in surprise.

"Cheng Feiyu, give me your hand." The girl stared at him and coldly stretched out her small hand, like a stern teacher about to punish a student.

"What do you mean?" The boy hesitated for a moment, then placed his palm on it.

The girl glanced to her side, nonchalantly guiding him to grasp the small, soft object.

"Teacher Shen, are you alright?" Feeling the familiar touch, the boy couldn't help but worry.

"Stop talking nonsense." The girl glared at him, paused, and held out her small hand. "Give me your other hand too."

The boy did as she said and waited for her next move.

The girl guided him to move again, this time grabbing one of her ponytails.

"Teacher Shen, what exactly are you doing?" the boy asked, unable to understand.

The girl ignored him, her expression unchanged. She straightened up slightly from her kneeling position, loosened his towel, and then returned to her kneeling position.

The school uniform skirt, mostly covered by a beige knit sweater, concealed everything, making it appear perfectly normal from the outside.

The boy realized something: from the moment he entered the room, the girl was missing something.

The cherry blossom petals falling in early spring are so delicate and beautiful that they are indescribable, making one's mind go blank.

Even though it wasn't the first time he'd experienced this, he still couldn't help but swallow, feeling a little guilty. "Teacher Shen, are you not angry anymore?"

"There's nothing to be angry about. She's just an ex-girlfriend. I never expected to get back together with her. I'm just being forced to do this now." The girl's voice was terrifyingly cold, and only her trembling body, as if sitting on pins and needles, proved that her mood was not as calm as it seemed.

She leaned out to retrieve the phone she had previously tossed aside, and skillfully unlocked it to open WeChat.

"Teacher Shen, who exactly are you?" The boy had a bad feeling.

"Don't move." The girl suddenly looked up, squinted at him, and her small face showed a fierce look. "Didn't Cheng Feiyu want me, this pure and innocent lady, to serve him? Then start enjoying yourself from now on."

The boy hesitated, then remained motionless.

The girl continued using her phone, opened the chat with the tea ceremony teacher, then clicked the plus sign below the input box to open the camera function, held the phone up to make sure that she was kneeling in the boy's arms in the picture, her small and soft body and one of her ponytails being held.

She then stared coldly at the front-facing camera and pressed the shutter button.

"Teacher Shen, please don't?" The boy, who had been observing her actions, realized her intentions but was worried about provoking her into a violent outburst and killing her. So he didn't stop her.

"That's enough, let you enjoy yourself. Stop meddling in other people's business." The girl clicked send through gritted teeth.

The next second, a WeChat notification sound rang out.

"?"

The reply came instantly.

The girl took a deep breath, as if calming herself down, pressed and held the voice recording function, brought the phone to her mouth, stared at the boy in front of her, and spoke in an extremely cold tone, "I'm sorry, Cheng Feiyu's girlfriend classmate, I didn't want to do this either, but your beloved boyfriend insisted on saying that I'm the cutest in the world and want my services. I owe him a life, so I can only repay him in this way. But don't worry, he will go back to see you tomorrow, right?"

After the girl finished speaking, she clicked send without hesitation.

"Teacher Shen?" The boy was dumbfounded.

"Alright, we can begin now." The girl tossed her phone aside as if she had finished a trivial task, and looked up at the boy.

The boy glanced at his phone, wondering whether he should take it back and send a message to Nagasaki Asuna to reassure her.

"My little cutie is here." The casual tone of her voice drew his attention back.

"What are you still looking at?" Shen Xi tilted her head and blinked, her delicate and pretty face expressionless.

Then, some of the plump, voluptuous figures stirred.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then said, "Teacher Shen, what's wrong with you?"

"Mm." The girl lowered her eyes and nodded lightly. "I didn't use any props this time."