67: Chapter 67 Want to try this place?

With a "click," the heavy solid wood door behind him closed. Huang Mao felt as if a hundred-pound burden had been lifted, and he let out a long, heavy sigh.

Since that woman, Jiang Mengshu, had promised to handle it, the matter was basically settled.

Although that woman was a bit unpredictable these days, Huang Mao trusted her 100% when it came to getting things done.

After all, she was the ruthless character who managed to keep the entire Student Union running under the useless Zhao Yu.

"But… this third request, it really feels like a trap."

As he walked toward the Department of Literature building, Huang Mao muttered to himself.

What did she mean by "we'll talk about it later"?

This kind of "installment plan" debt was the most headache-inducing kind; heaven knows what kind of schemes that woman would cook up by then.

Forget it, deal with problems as they come.

At the very least, she wouldn't eat him, right?

Dealing with the fire right in front of him was the priority.

Returning to the Department of Literature's building, the corridor was quiet.

Although this university was as strict as a high school in some management aspects—not letting students leave campus easily—it provided enough freedom within the campus.

The residential students were likely back in their dorms by now, and the commuters were either wandering around in groups or becoming "studyholics" in the library.

During these gaps between classes, classrooms were usually abandoned corners.

He pushed open the classroom door.

Sure enough, it was empty.

His gaze swept over the rows of neat desks and chairs. Huang Mao had expected to enjoy this peace alone, but his eyes stopped when they reached the last row.

Someone was still sitting there.

It was the same seat she had occupied during the first two periods, her posture as upright as an exquisite porcelain doll, as if she hadn't moved a single strand of hair since the bell rang.

Su Muxue.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, dappling her and casting a faint golden rim around her already silky long hair.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head slightly.

The moment she saw it was Huang Mao, those eyes, which had been as calm and waveless as a deep pool, instantly lit up like a lightbulb that had just been switched on.

That undisguised joy and reliance gave Huang Mao an illusion for a split second—as if she were a young wife waiting specifically for her husband to return home.

Huang Mao walked over and sat in the empty seat next to her. As soon as his butt hit the chair, that iconic, soft, and sweet greeting reached his ears.

"Master, you're back."

The voice was very soft, carrying a slight tremor—that was the irrepressible joy.

"Yeah."

Huang Mao grunted, tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back, and struck his signature slacker pose.

"Don't worry about the stuff on the forum. I just found an old... well, an acquaintance, and she agreed to help handle it."

He paused and added, "There should be results soon. Those boring posts will be deleted, and there will be a clarification afterward."

Hearing this, Su Muxue didn't ask who the "acquaintance" was, nor was she curious about the specific methods used.

She simply folded her hands on her lap, leaned forward slightly, and gazed at Huang Mao with eyes full of near-worship.

"As expected of Master."

Her tone was full of matter-of-fact admiration, as if Huang Mao hadn't just gone to ask for a favor, but had saved the world.

"Connections are an important part of strength itself. To find a solution so quickly, Muxue truly admires you more and more."

"…"

Huang Mao's mouth twitched.

Was this filter set a bit too thick?

I just went to ask for a favor and sold some labor by giving a massage!

"Ahem, it's not that exaggerated. I just happened to know someone who could speak up."

Huang Mao waved his hand, trying to brush the topic aside; the high praise was making his neck ache.

Just then, he thought of something. He scanned the classroom but didn't see that cold figure, so he asked casually:

"By the way, where is Leng Qingxuan? Where did she go?"

Mentioning that name, Su Muxue's eyes flickered slightly, but the smile on her face remained as gentle as ever.

"Qingxuan, you mean…"

She said softly, "Not long after you left, Master, she left too. She said the classroom was too stuffy and wanted to go out for some fresh air."

Su Muxue paused, observing Huang Mao's expression, and cautiously added:

"When I saw Qingxuan leave, her expression didn't seem very good. Perhaps she was feeling down because of the discussion on the forum."

In reality, Su Muxue knew it like the back of her hand.

It wasn't because of the forum.

It was clearly because she saw Master running around anxiously for this matter, yet she couldn't help at all; that sense of powerlessness and guilt was at work.

Of course, she wouldn't say such things out loud.

As a qualified "maid," she only needed to show her gentleness and consideration in front of Master. As for the other competitors…

As long as it didn't affect Master, those were their own problems to worry about. She just needed to guard her position obediently.

Su Muxue lifted her wrist and looked at her delicate little watch.

"Master, there is still over an hour until a reasonable lunchtime."

She tilted her head, a strand of hair by her ear swaying with the movement. "Do you have any plans? Or, would you like Muxue to buy you something?"

"Nothing for now."

Huang Mao waved his hand, his whole body slumping in the chair like a pile of mud.

After all the tossing and turning this morning—being watched and then playing mind games with Jiang Mengshu—he'd lost billions of brain cells.

He needed something very specific: to shut down his brain for maintenance.

"I'll just slump here for a while and take a nap."

As he spoke, he was about to cross his arms on the desk, ready to bury his face and enter "forced shutdown" mode.

"No, you can't."

A soft, slightly cool hand gently rested on the back of his hand, stopping his movement.

Huang Mao raised his head in confusion.

He saw Su Muxue frowning slightly, looking at him with disapproval.

"This kind of desk is too hard. Sleeping on it will compress your eyeballs, and your arms will go numb. You'll be even more tired when you wake up, and you might even get a stiff neck."

"…This is a classroom, why so many requirements?"

Huang Mao complained helplessly, "Just make do. I'm thick-skinned and sturdy."

"That won't do either."

On this issue, Su Muxue showed unprecedented stubbornness.

This was a bottom-line issue involving the core principle of "Master's health," and she absolutely could not back down.

She bit her lower lip, as if she had made a major decision.

Then, in Huang Mao's slightly stunned gaze, she reached out and gently patted her own thigh.

She was wearing a pair of dark blue slim-fit jeans.

The slightly elastic fabric tightly hugged her slender legs, outlining a breathtakingly perfect curve.

Especially the thigh area; because of her sitting posture, the already tight flesh was pressed to bulge slightly, forming an arc that looked extremely elastic and soft.

"Master…"

Su Muxue blushed slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like a startled butterfly.

But her eyes were incomparably sincere, with a hint of hidden expectation.

"If you don't mind… would you like to try here?"

"Huh?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, his brain crashing for a second.

He subconsciously followed her hand's direction.

Beneath that tight denim fabric was the warm, vibrant flesh of a young girl.

This… this was the so-called lap pillow?

"Are you serious?"

Huang Mao quickly regained his senses. Although the little person in his heart was already nodding frantically, he maintained his reason with his mouth.

He pointed to the empty classroom door.

"This is a classroom. Even though there's no one here now, there's no guarantee a classmate won't walk in later."

"If someone sees this, the gossip that just died down might explode again."

"The headline might be: 'Shocking! campus belle Suddenly Changes Major, Just to Do This in the Classroom?!'"

This was no joke.

After all, just sitting with Leng Qingxuan before had been photographed, and the popularity was still so high.

However, Su Muxue shook her head firmly.

"Muxue doesn't care."

Her voice was soft but carried a moving determination.

"As long as Master can get a moment of comfortable rest, even if I'm misunderstood by the whole school, Muxue is willing."

As she spoke, she shifted closer to Huang Mao, her slender thighs pressing together even tighter, as if silently urging him.

"Besides… there are only the two of us here, aren't there?"

She looked up, her watery eyes filled with the longing of "please come and use me."

Who could resist this!

Huang Mao took a deep breath.

As a normal, healthy adult male, if he were to refuse such top-tier benefits delivered to his door, it would be a bit impolite.

Besides, the girl wasn't afraid, so why should he, a big man, be so pretentious?

"Fine, since you said so…"

Huang Mao stopped hesitating, stood up, and adjusted his posture.

"Then I'll trouble you."

"It's my honor."

The blush on Su Muxue's face deepened, but the smile on her lips couldn't be hidden.

Guided by her, Huang Mao turned on his side and slowly lay down.

The moment the back of his head touched that softness, Huang Mao couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh in his heart.

Oh my…

This touch!

This is too good!

He had thought the denim fabric would be a bit rough, but he hadn't expected that beneath that layer, the skin of the girl's thigh was actually so elastic.

It was like lying on a high-end memory foam pillow, possessing enough support while having a softness that made one want to sink into it.

A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

It wasn't the pungent smell of cheap perfume, but a subtle fragrance mixed with citrus and milk, like her natural body scent, so pleasant that one wanted to bury their face in it and take a deep breath.

"Master, is the height okay?"

Su Muxue's gentle inquiry came from above.

Looking up from this death angle, he couldn't see her chin at all, only that exquisite jawline, and…

Ahem, some more magnificent scenery.

"Perfect."

Huang Mao closed his eyes and gave a five-star review from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately after, a pair of slightly cool, small hands gently covered his temples.

Su Muxue's fingers were slender, her fingertips soft, and her strength controlled just right.

She began to massage in slow circles, each one pressing precisely on Huang Mao's aching acupoints.

A trace of tingling numbness spread along his nerves, and his originally tense cerebral cortex quickly relaxed under this gentle offensive.

Comfortable.

So comfortable.

Huang Mao felt his whole body sinking, sinking into a sea of warm clouds.

While enjoying it, he silently complained to himself:

Come to think of it, wasn't I just an ordinary NPC?

Why is the style of this place getting more and more weird every day?

Forget it.

Just treat it as having accidentally entered a hidden DLC of Earth OL.

…

Meanwhile.

The rooftop of the teaching building.

The wind was very strong here, the whistling wind echoing in her ears, messing up Leng Qingxuan's long, straight black hair that she was so proud of.

A few strands of hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, but she seemed unaware, just standing blankly by the rusty railing.

She was clutching the phone with the anime stickers tightly.

The screen was lit, displaying the chat interface with An Ran.

【An Ran: Leng—Campus Belle? How are you now? Are you okay?】

【An Ran: Also, where is Huang Mao? I sent him a message just now and he didn't reply. Is he with you?】

Leng Qingxuan looked at these two lines of text, her fingers hovering above the screen for a long time before typing a reply.

【Leng Qingxuan: I'm fine.】

【Leng Qingxuan: Huang Mao… I don't know. He left after class. Maybe he went to handle it in his own way.】

A few seconds after the message was sent, An Ran's reply popped up.

【An Ran: Oh, I see. Then don't worry.】

【An Ran: That guy is actually quite reliable at critical moments. When I asked him before, he also said he could handle it. He usually has a way when he says that.】

Looking at An Ran's unreserved trust in Huang Mao between the lines, a sense of sourness inexplicably rose in Leng Qingxuan's heart again.

She lowered her hand and gazed into the distance, her expression lonely.