Lin Yi suddenly realized — "I can't expose my student ID!"
So he trembled his lips, took a deep breath, and rapidly imagined any kind of memory that could be quickly invoked, one that was anchored to his self...
But no matter how hard he tried to recall, those sinister and rampant laughs haunted his ears, sounding like bandages floating in the air around him, not tightening yet waiting for him to crash into them.
He couldn't crash into them.
Touching this thing would trap him like a snare, tightening more and more until it finally choked him to death.
He tried to recall the countless H-manga he had just flipped through, but he hadn't paid close attention; the rough lines were useless.
He began to understand why Wei Liang still bothered to peek through the gaps — because peeping can deeply impress the content of H-manga on one's mind, preventing situations like his current predicament of helplessness.
"Eh, wait... Liangzi?!"