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Chapter 23: Lunch With Love

Translator: Larbre Studio

Editor: Larbre Studio

At the request of Gu Xiaoran, the helicopter didn’t land directly at the school, but on the rooftop across.

As Mo Qing had an important meeting, it was Lin Yizhi who accompanied her on the helicopter.

Looking at Gu Xiaoran, who was about to get off, Lin Yizhi felt a little worried.

“Miss Gu, is there really no problem for you to go to school from here by yourself?”

“Yes, of course.” Gu Xiaoran looked at the time—she still had five minutes. If she dashed to the examination room at the speed it would take her to do a 100-meter sprint, she could still rest for three minutes.

After jumping off the helicopter, her legs turned to jelly, and she kneeled on the ground. Lin Yizhi caught her just in time so she wouldn’t fall face down.

Gu Xiaoran instantly understood the “problem” Lin Yizhi was referring to.

Her face suddenly became as red as a tomato.

Damned Mo Qing had tormented her until her legs had turned to jelly, and she couldn’t exert any strength at all. The initially uncomfortable burning sensation had also suddenly worsened..

100-meter sprint?

Dream on.

Even crawling like a tortoise was a difficult task.

She had already cleaned up when Lin Yizhi had arrived, and she had also paid special attention to him when she was on the helicopter—he had been reading the documents and hadn’t looked at her at all.

How did he know she had a “problem”?

“You will probably be late if you go to school by herself, I’ll send you there.”

In the end, Gu Xiaoran was carried by Lin Yizhi to the school building.

She felt totally embarrassed.

The classroom was on the second floor.

The Extermination Priestess was standing in the hallway and tapping the long pointing stick in her hand. Anyone who had been in this school for more than three days knew that she was counting down. When the pointing stick stopped, the bell would ring, and the accuracy was to the exact second. Once the pointing stick stopped, those who hadn’t entered the classroom would be punished.

The Extermination Priestess had already targeted Gu Xiaoran when she appeared in the aisle. She looked her up and down with cold eyes.

Gu Xiaoran felt that she was being tortured with every step she made. Her heart was pounding as she looked at the pointing stick out of the corner of her eye.

Now that she even had difficulty walking, she would die if she fell into the hands of the Extermination Priestess.

The Extermination Priestess walked over to her and gave a wry smile.

Gu Xiaoran felt a chill down her spine, and stepped into the classroom the moment the pointing stick stopped. 

She let out a sigh of relief and almost sat at the door.

Seeing the Extermination Priestess’s disappointment out of the corner of her eye, she acted like nothing had happened, and went to her seat.

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After the exam, Gu Xiaoran realized that she hadn’t eaten anything since the day before—she was starving.

She was about to head to the cafeteria to buy food when the school’s odd job lady, Auntie Zhang, stopped her.

“Gu Xiaoran, someone has delivered a lunch box to you.” It was a very delicate wooden lunch box.

“Auntie, have you made a mistake?”

Han Ke had disappeared since receiving a phone call from Lin Yizhi the day before, and he hadn’t even called her.

Her father had sent several text messages to her, and she had replied she was fine to all of them.

Nobody could have sent her a lunch box.

“No, it’s for you.” Auntie Zhang took out a note that had the class and name written on it. It was indeed for her. The words were bold and very beautiful—it was a handwriting she was familiar with…

Ziyan.

Or rather, Mo Qing!

“Thank you, Auntie.” Gu Xiaoran took the lunch box with mixed feelings.

Ding! 

A text message appeared on her phone.

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[Hurry up and eat, you can sleep for an hour and a half—Mo Qing!]

Gu Xiaoran was about to throw the lunch box into the trash.

Ding!

[If you dare to throw it away, I’ll go to your dormitory and “beat” you.—Mo Qing] 

The “beating” would be, of course, just like what had happened in the morning.