455: Chapter 455 The Disturbed Little Girl

"It's fine, it's fine."

Su Yingxue clapped her hands, gathering everyone's attention back together.

"If once doesn't work, we'll try twice. If twice doesn't work, we'll try three times. We're not in a rush."

As Su Yingxue spoke, she brought up the virtual screen of her light computer.

"I'll try asking Senior Moli."

Everyone crowded around.

Su Yingxue's Divine Thought moved slightly, and she drafted and sent a message:

"Senior Moli, how come we haven't seen you come over to sit for a while these past few days? The sisters have talked about you several times. We've recently made a few new pastries and would like to invite you over to taste them."

After the message was sent, the screen flickered.

The reply came very quickly, almost an instant reply.

But the content made everyone even more disappointed.

"Playing games! No time! Let's schedule another time next time!"

It was followed by an emoticon of a mecha swinging a sword, looking lively and cheerful.

Seeing that emoticon, Qiao Feifei completely slumped onto the table:

"One isn't seen, two aren't seen, three aren't seen either..."

Shen Youqing also sighed:

"King Feiyun is in closed-door cultivation, Senior Ziyi is busy, and Senior Moli is playing games."

"What kind of day is today."

Hua Liuli shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness:

"All three attempts fell through. It seems our luck today is indeed not very good."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other, remaining silent for quite a while.

Three strikes, three failures.

The atmosphere that had just been full of fighting spirit now deflated visibly, like a punctured ball.

Bai Ling drooped her head: "How come none of them are seeing us..."

Chu Xiaoxiao chimed in from the side: "Are we being too hasty?"

Qu Yanran tried to comfort everyone: "Maybe... they really are busy."

"Her Highness King Feiyun is in closed-door cultivation, Senior Ziyi is busy with official duties, and Senior Moli is playing games—it's all very reasonable."

"But why do they all happen to be busy today at the same time?" Wu Qingya made a bitter face, "Are we really that unlikable?"

Looking at their appearance, Lin Yun felt somewhat amused inwardly.

"Alright, don't be so dejected."

"Senior King Feiyun is in closed-door cultivation, Senior Ziyi is busy, and Senior Moli is playing games. It's not a big deal."

"If today doesn't work, then tomorrow. If tomorrow doesn't work, then Acquired."

"People won't run away anyway."

Su Yingxue raised her head to look at him. The disappointment in her eyes hadn't completely faded, but the corners of her mouth were already slightly curved upward.

Lin Yun reached out and pinched her cheek:

"Didn't you say this morning that things like conquest cannot be rushed?"

"How come you wilted yourself after hitting a wall just three times?"

Su Yingxue's face was slightly deformed by his pinching, and she muttered unclearly:

"I was just comforting others... when it happens to myself, it's different..."

Lin Yun let go of his hand and shook his head with a smile:

"Then now you should know how to comfort yourself."

Lin Yun's gaze swept across everyone's faces:

"Cheer up, everyone. If today doesn't work, we'll continue tomorrow."

"When we go again next time, we will definitely succeed."

Qiao Feifei bounced up from the back of her chair and raised her fist:

"Right! Next time will definitely succeed!"

Bai Ling also straightened her body and nodded hard:

"Mhm! Next time for sure!"

Shen Youqing once again revealed that gentle and soft smile:

"Then it's settled. Today we'll conserve our energy first, and continue tomorrow."

Everyone chimed in noisily, and that low atmosphere was mostly dispersed by Lin Yun's few words.

...

And in a certain mecha battlefield of the Virtual World.

Moli was operating a silver-white light mecha, shuttling and dodging among the ruins.

Her movements were originally smooth like flowing water.

Dodging, charging, slashing, retreating, done in one go.

But just after she replied to that message from Su Yingxue, her rhythm visibly slowed down by half a beat.

One of the mecha's sideways dodging movements lagged for a split second.

The heavy mecha opposite seized this flaw and bombarded over with a heavy cannon.

Moli's mecha was hit squarely on the chest armor, its energy shield flashing violently a few times as it staggered back more than a dozen steps.

She gritted her teeth, stabilized the mecha again, and prepared to counterattack.

But her gaze involuntarily drifted toward the message in the communication column that she had already replied to.

The invitation sent by Su Yingxue, inviting her to go to the Lin family to eat pastries.

What she replied was "Playing games, no time, let's schedule another time next time".

It was replied to cleanly and neatly, looking no different from usual.

But after she finished replying, that trace of moodiness could not be suppressed no matter what.

The mecha's operation once again had an unwarranted mistake, stepping into empty space and getting bombarded by the opposing heavy cannon once more.

Her teammate on the battlefield shouted in the channel:

"Moli! What's wrong with you today? Your state is not right!"

Moli did not answer.

Staring at that message, her heartbeat inexplicably beat two beats faster than usual.

The Lin family's pastries.

The Lin family's courtyard.

The Lin family's... Lin Yun.

As soon as that name popped up in her mind, her fingers trembled violently.

The mecha's movements lagged once more, and the opponent seized the opportunity to completely shatter the energy shield with a slash.

The silver-white mecha disintegrated mid-air, turning into data fragments that slowly dissipated.

In the battlefield channel, the players on the opposite side started calling out:

"Why is the little Devil King so lousy today?"

"Did you not wake up properly?"

"How about we start another round and let you regain your dignity?"

Hearing the taunting messages, Moli didn't have the slightest thought of fighting back in her heart.

She couldn't even be bothered to start another round.

Her Divine Thought moved slightly, and she directly retreated from the game world.

The moment her consciousness returned from the Virtual World, Moli opened her eyes.

What met her eyes was the ceiling of her bedroom. Light pink gauze curtains hung down from the top of the bed, and the sunlight outside the window filtered through the gauze curtains, spreading a warm patch of light spots on the floor.

She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a good while.

Then, she rolled over.

She rolled over again.

Her petite body rolled back and forth on the bed, crumpling the quilt into a ball, kicking it away, and then rolling it back up.

She buried her face in the pillow, letting out a muffled, indistinct whimpering sound.

These past few days she had already confirmed it.

She had indeed been influenced by Lin Yun.

That feeling wasn't intense or fierce, but like boiling a frog in warm water, it seeped in bit by bit and spread bit by bit.

At first, it was just curiosity, just feeling that this person was interesting.

Then came subconsciously thinking of his face, his voice, and the tone of voice when he spoke.

And after that, it was that momentary slight tightening in her chest when she saw the message sent by Su Yingxue.

She knew she was done for.

Having lived for over eight thousand years, it was the first time she experienced what it meant to be "a tangled mess of chaotic thoughts".

No wonder Xuanyin ran away.

No wonder King Feiyun and Ziyi planned to never see Lin Yun again.

One by one, they were all hiding.

But could she hide from it?

Moli raised her face from the pillow, looking at the mecha poster hanging on the opposite wall, her gaze somewhat vacant.

These past few days, she had been immersed in the Virtual World, killing fiercely in the mecha battlefield.

She just wanted to use games to shake off those messy thoughts.

But every time she stopped, every time she logged out of the game, those thoughts would silently surge back.

Like the rising tide, she couldn't block them no matter what.

Irritated, she rolled over again and buried her face into the other pillow.

"So annoying..."

Her voice was muffled in the pillow, indistinct, as if she were cursing herself, or as if she were cursing the person who had left her feeling so flustered and restless.

But no matter how she tossed and turned, that name hung steadily in her mind, impossible to shake off.

Lin Yun.