Chapter 2815 - 1333: The Feeling of Liking Is Liking (Part 2)

The young girl tinkered with the machine, speaking without turning her head, "Being older than Teresa by several years, Mr. Hei Fan should be more composed, right? I’m really trying to lighten your burden."

Motan twitched his lips, giving a dry laugh, "That’s really... much appreciated..."

"So, since Mr. Hei Fan already understands my feelings."

Gently playing with the braid hanging over her shoulder, Theresa Tarosa chuckled softly, "Then you wouldn’t mind being my friend, would you?"

Motan chuckled silently, casually saying, "The City of Light and Academy City are quite far apart."

"We haven’t been in contact for eighteen years now."

The girl, who just turned eighteen this year, also laughed, saying cheerfully, "It couldn’t possibly be worse than before, right?"

"Seems true, do you need Forget Language and me to write to you when we have time?"

Motan slightly nodded, speaking warmly, "I heard from her that you two met before the competition, seemed like you had a good chat."

"I will look forward to it."

The girl strolled over to a [Battle Six type], gazing at the dark screen due to it not being powered on, as if she suddenly remembered, she asked, "During the competition just now, did Mr. Hei Fan work hard to simulate with me?"

"After that first wave when you forced me back, I didn’t dare to relax for a second."

Motan spoke truthfully without hesitation.

"So you didn’t just casually pick up on my execution of tactics? Didn’t just casually see through my thought process?"

Theresa continued to question.

"Of course not..."

Motan sighed, as if suddenly feeling the exhaustion from before returning, "At the time my mind was full of schemes to outwit you, deceive you, target you, and learn your impressive tactics. Although it was just imitating, it almost drove me insane."

"That’s wonderful~"

"Almost driving me insane is wonderful?"

"Nope."

"Then what is wonderful?"

"What could it be~"

The girl shrugged her thin shoulders, not answering the question, but with a faint smile said, "Anyway, I caused you trouble today, Mr. Hei Fan, I’m really sorry."

The implication being—you may leave now.

Motan instantly understood, nodding slightly, "Then I won’t disturb you."

"Mm."

Without intending to turn around and see Motan off properly, Theresa continued to gaze at the dark sand table, smiling, "Also, apologize to Prince Forget Language for me, for wearing her clothes... if Mr. Hei Fan doesn’t mind telling her."

Motan was momentarily stunned, then noticed the neatly folded magnificent dress on the table by Theresa, and reflexively said, "Oh, this is mine."

Theresa’s figure suddenly froze, then she swiftly turned around, eyes wide and red, "Yours... yours!?"

Motan, having just picked up the clothes, realized immediately and quickly shook his head desperately, "No, that’s not what I meant, I mean this dress is... uh, Forget’s, given to me."

Theresa’s eyes widened even more, "You asked Prince Forget Language for this?! Mr. Hei Fan, you can’t be..."

"No!"

Motan interrupted the girl who had begun to let her mind wander, awkwardly holding the Saintess outfit that had been borrowed from Yu Chen for the ’Goddess of Dawn’s Divine Descent’ ceremony, which she then insisted on letting him keep ’just in case’, saying stiffly, "I don’t have any weird fetishes, Forget was the one who insisted on giving me these clothes, I accepted it against my will."

This was the absolute truth, and Theresa immediately believed this explanation, but a small misunderstanding seemed to occur in her understanding—

"Prince Chen Wangyu... likes Mr. Hei Fan to wear this?"

Concepts of certain strange images surfaced in Theresa’s mind, and she blinked, then seemingly against her will, glanced down at herself dressed in the [Dan Slave Military Academy] uniform, mumbling to herself, "Then can I also..."

"Stop thinking further."

Motan desperately interrupted Theresa, who was descending into a runaway train of thought, then quickly packed that set of clothes into his pack, hurriedly said ’goodbye’, and left the [Third Research Room] at almost a fleeing pace.

...

Two minutes later

"You shouldn’t have looked back at him just now."

Lian appeared quietly behind the girl, gently holding her small hand before she could knock over the coffee cup on the table, softly saying, "You handled your voice well, but your eyes are almost swollen."

Theresa instinctively shuddered, then quickly turned her small face to the other side, "Lian... Senior Lian, when did you come?"

"I came over to wait for you after greeting Foster, but seeing Hei Fan enter too, I went into stealth mode. With you two’s abilities... well, it’s unlikely you noticed."

Having witnessed their entire interaction in the room, Lian coughed lightly, ruffled Theresa’s hair, somewhat embarrassed, "Sorry, Little Teresa, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop."

Blushing slightly, Theresa shook her head, mumbling, "It’s okay, since Senior Lian already knows... although it’s still a bit embarrassing... but it’s okay..."

"So, you shouldn’t have looked back at him just now."

Gently pulling Theresa into her embrace, Lian sighed softly, "Hei Fan is not a fool."

"I know."

Theresa slowly closed her eyes, wearily leaning into Lian, murmuring, "So I think he will believe me."

Lian smiled, softly asking, "Even if you cried and your eyes are red?"

"I didn’t cry..."

"So it’s not Hei Fan you consider a fool, but me?"

"I didn’t cry..."

"Really didn’t cry?"

"Really didn’t cry!"

"Then go ahead and cry for a bit."

"..."

...

Ten minutes later

At the site of the Warfire League, at the edge of the preparation area

Motan, not immediately rushing back to meet up with the others, leaned against the flowerbed, looking in the opposite direction of the main campus with a somewhat complicated expression, and sighed softly.

He’s not a fool; he could feel that Theresa was not lying or showing off, but he couldn’t ignore the moment of shock when she mistakenly thought he had a cross-dressing fetish—confirmed as tears flooded those eyes in real-time.

Without a doubt, Theresa Tarosa was not as nonchalant as she seemed.

[Is this a sin that ’I’ can even bear ...]

Even though it was a minor matter that wouldn’t cause any psychological pressure to his other personality, not even as much as the weather affecting moods, but for the current Motan, it was rather distressing.

However, he didn’t linger there too long, as it wasn’t a wise choice since he’d already explained the situation to Yu Chen beforehand.

Be it the sensitivity of the nerves or delusions of self-awareness, Motan continuously felt that Yu Chen talking three sentences without any emoticons was pretty unusual.

Yet as Motan stretched wearily, ready to stroll back and meet up with everyone, a very familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Yo, Hei Fan!"

With a figure slightly smaller than Theresa, a girl with orange hair, her combined ahoge and aura barely reaching one and a half meters, waved at Motan happily, then, smiling, darted forward and playfully punched his chest, laughing, "Long time no see! You’re doing quite well, you jerk!"

Motan was stunned on the spot.

Standing before him, if not his old teammate from when he served in the Stacked Rock City’s [Fenrir Team], the renowned hacker ’BLACK SUN,’ then who else could it be!

"Double Leaf!"

Only after a full five seconds did Motan snap out of an inexplicable shock, exclaiming, "What are you doing here?!"

"I missed you!"

Double Leaf smiled broadly before him.

"She missed you, huh?"

Yu Chen behind him smiled warmly.

Chapter 1333: End