Chapter 2813 - 1332: Heartfelt Confessions (Part 2)

Motan certainly knew what the young lady meant, and immediately smiled along with her: "You’re too modest."

"Perhaps it’s an innate talent; I consider myself somewhat talented in strategic simulation. In fact, even if I set aside simulations, just by looking at historical battle examples, I can easily see many things that others might miss."

Theresa gently scratched her smooth and exquisite chin with her braided hair, curling up on the chair like a harmless young beast, whispering: "Actually, Mr. Hei Fan, you have a similar ability, just... maybe it’s because I’m a girl, the things I perceive tend to be more emotional."

"Oh?"

Motan nodded with interest, messaging Yu Chen while he distractedly asked: "For example?"

"For example, after reviewing your battle case as the Black Vatican Priest, I can vaguely outline your image, character, and traits in my mind. I can sense your subtlety in a seemingly ordinary dispatch, feel your humility in an unexpected skirmish, and perceive your tenderness in unnecessary support. Likewise, I saw the choice you made between faith and conviction during the final phase of the Sumer battle’s dual trap."

The young lady spoke confidently while curled up in her chair, with an unusually bright gaze: "So from the moment I saw these things, I already recognized Mr. Hei Fan unilaterally, and even... developed a crush on you whom I’ve never met."

Finally, upon saying the last sentence, Theresa bashfully lowered her head.

"A battle case is just a battle case."

Though Motan had already believed Theresa ninety percent in his heart, he stubbornly shook his head: "Ultimately, I’m just trying to do what I think is right."

"Yes, so it shows me... what you consider to be ’right’."

Theresa was not surprised by Motan’s rebuttal, just mischievously smiled: "Therefore, I’ve unilaterally gotten to know you, imagined an imperfect but definitely not a bad person ’Mr. Hei Fan,’ and fallen for him."

"I really want to argue with you."

Motan sighed and rubbed his forehead helplessly: "I really do..."

"But Mr. Hei Fan won’t do that, because you’ve also gotten to know Theresa Tarosa to a certain extent through our previous simulation."

Theresa stuck out her tongue and, temporarily letting go of the beautiful braid on her shoulder, hugged her legs lightly: "Just like an excellent painter can understand another painter through their work, like an excellent Bard can understand another poet through their words, you can’t deceive yourself that Theresa is an incompetent Commander, nor can you deny your talents in this Domain, right?"

Motan shrugged, making a face as if to say ’what else can I say?’

"I’m very happy, really happy."

Theresa’s eyes squinted into two beautiful crescents, her mouth curved with happiness: "Very happy to have competed with Mr. Hei Fan, very happy to talk to you like this in my true form."

"It’s my honor."

Motan smiled politely, quickly editing messages to his friends while spreading his hands: "If we compete again, I fear I might not win against you."

Theresa blinked, then suddenly pointed at those new "Battle Six type" nearby: "Want to compete again?"

"Eh?"

"If I win, how about Mr. Hei Fan have a date with me before leaving Academy City?"

"No contest."

"Hmm, I already guessed that."

Theresa wrinkled her nose, pouting.

After a not-so-long silence—

"Hehe~"

"Hahaha~"

The two exchanged smiles, feeling their distance suddenly closer, but on another front, it was invisibly widened, or rather, pulled away by someone unilaterally.

"I feel like I’m a bad girl, Mr. Hei Fan... Wow!!"

After laughing, Theresa suddenly jumped off the chair and fell to the ground with a thud as she failed to stand steadily.

Theresa: "..."

Motan: "..."

...

Five seconds of awkwardness later—

"Hey, are you okay?"

Motan cautiously asked, then even more cautiously grabbed Theresa’s slender arm and helped her up.

"It’s fine, it’s fine, uh, where were we just now..."

The somewhat confused girl shook her head, then gently clapped her hands: "Right! I feel like I’m a bad girl, for example... knowing perfectly well I could stand steadily, yet intentionally fell to have Mr. Hei Fan help me up."

Motan expressionless: "I don’t believe."

Theresa: "..."

Alright, truthfully, Theresa hadn’t thought that much earlier, she fell purely because of her poor coordination.

"Can’t Mr. Hei Fan at least pretend to believe it!"

Theresa blushed slightly, stomped her foot, grumbled: "It’s so embarrassing!"

Motan shook his head, honestly replied: "It’s too hard because that looked truly painful."

"Where were you looking!"

Covering her terribly sore little bottom, Theresa bit her Silver Teeth at Motan, wrinkled her nose, then suddenly blushed, scuffed her toes on the ground: "However... since Mr. Hei Fan has already seen every part earlier... it’s okay after all... hmm... just can’t get married..."

Motan was immediately flustered: "I really didn’t see anything just now!"

"For two seconds..."

"Uh?"

"Mr. Hei Fan stared at me for at least two seconds!"

"No, no, no, I truly didn’t see anything!"

"I don’t believe..."

"Truly, I swear by the Goddess of Dawn!"

"Mr. Hei Fan just admitted his faith isn’t that strong..."

"I..."

Motan, feeling thousands of alpacas raging in his mind, was almost driven to madness; it was his first time envying the "Mor" character’s honesty passive ability!

"Just kidding, Theresa won’t blame Mr. Hei Fan, it was my own carelessness."

The girl smiled, then, ignoring Motan’s deathly pale expression, lightly said: "Previously saying I’m a bad girl was serious because Theresa knows Mr. Hei Fan already has someone he likes, knows she can’t compare to Forget Language, and knows liking someone who already has a partner is wrong."

Motan silently agreed, knowing he’s absolutely not foolish enough to say he and Yu Chen are just pretending to be a couple in the game due to circumstances.

"Besides, even if Theresa can’t control liking Mr. Hei Fan, she should at least keep it hidden. By telling Mr. Hei Fan, it will definitely bring you significant trouble, something Theresa knew but still said and didn’t regret."

The girl stared at her toes, murmured: "Knowing it’s wrong and already causing trouble for Mr. Hei Fan, Foster, and Lian, yet I still acted this way, so Theresa is certainly a bad girl."

"The distinction between a good girl and a bad girl isn’t as clear-cut as you think."

Motan didn’t deny the fact he was indeed troubled but simply said this, feeling a strong sense of unreality because he still couldn’t comprehend why his current persona seemed... quite popular.

"That’s not true, Mr. Hei Fan."

The girl slightly shook her head, then lifted her small face and smiled at Motan: "The reason I consider myself a bad girl is that if I could do it again, I would make the same decision, still have Foster and others help sneak into the competition, still confess to Mr. Hei Fan..."

"Uh..."

"So, even if the Black Vatican Priest uses ways he thinks are cruel to refuse Theresa, it’s okay."

"The pressure is too much..."

"Just consider yourself unlucky~"

Chapter 1332: The End