Chapter 8.2 - Again

YueYing's eyes snapped open.

A bird had flown through his open window, landed on his hair, and started jumping around, trying to find a good place to build its nest. YueYing didn't know whether to get up or not.

[ Good morning! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ]

"Good morning…"

The sudden vibrations from his voice made the bird reel in fright and fly away. YueYing pulled himself to a seated position; the heavy blankets slid off from the bed.

[ Ready to be evil again today? Maybe even more so than last time? Perhaps… enough to raise the progression bar? ( ˊᵕˋ ) ]

"I don't… I still don't understand why I need to—"

[ ( ◉ _ ◉) ]

YueYing's eyebrows furrowed as he made a begrudging expression and stood up.

"Alright, but… uh."

[ What? ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) ]

"Do you think it'd affect anything if I didn't wear the stilettos…?" He shied away from the dangerous-looking heels at the foot of the bed.

[ You are going to wear them. (─ ‿ ─) ]

"But—"

[ No 'buts,' get dressed. (❀´ ˘ `❀) ]

With a sigh, YueYing raked a hand through his bushy hair and grabbed the comb on the nightstand.

In a couple of minutes, YueYing had his decorated school uniform on. He didn't like how scratchy the material felt, and kept tugging at his shirt.

After a while, he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

[ Ready? ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა ]

A faint stirring noise came from outside the bedroom door. YueYing attributed this to the System's skill teleporting him to the rooftop, and he gripped the handle to stop his hand shaking from anticipation and terror. With a twist, the door flew open, the cool rooftop breeze bringing with it petals of cherry blossoms from the grove below. YueYing sucked in his breath, the view leaving him speechless just like the first time he'd entered the school.

He closed the door behind himself, and the bedroom disappeared. Before YueYing could enjoy the school's scenery, however, a clinking from behind startled him. The same tired teacher he'd seen from the first day entered the rooftop, took one look at him, then left in a hurry, leaving the rooftop door wide open.

[ (¬_¬") ]

YueYing agreed with the System. What a strange teacher.

Wandering the halls of HuaYuan High once again, YueYing decided to take the initiative to ask around about his status at the school. He often heard others call him 'little tyrant,' but he didn't quite understand how or why.

However, all of the students avoided him. Whenever he tried to talk to anyone, they'd focus their eyes to the floor with beads of sweat running down their foreheads.

Dejected, YueYing rested in a crevice by the science wing. He'd have to find FengXin's sister later and ask that woman directly. Why not FengXin? FengXin had just transferred, after all. What would he know about HuaYuan highschool? His sister seemed to know a lot about school culture and student activities.

—

The librarian stared at Zi FengXin. Unhidden malice gleamed in his dark red eyes.

"What do you mean, he's… changed?"