Chapter 275: Home Run, Perfect!

During this time, a few outgoing girls took the opportunity to ask Fu Lin for a photo together. Soon, it was time to close the store.

After locking the shop door, the big sister lightly brushed her hand over Fu Lin's palm, leaving the store key in his hand. She clasped her hands together and said sweetly, "Tomorrow's a day off, so you don't need to come in. I'll be busy on Monday, so I'm counting on you to take care of the store. Love you, little brother~"

"I'll make it up to you when I get back~"

Fu Lin tightened his grip on the key, his expression serious. "Just give me a raise."

Big sister, ".....Of course, no problem."

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At St. Freya Academy at night, Fu Shi gazed at the moon in the sky, pouting with a worried expression, mumbling, "Could Fu Lin have forgotten about me?"

"Or maybe Kiana tied him up and locked him in the Imaginary Space, and he can't get out?"

Fu Hua finished tidying up the bed, looked up at the dazed Fu Shi sitting on the chair, and softly said, "Fu Shi, it's time to sleep."

Fu Shi's expression collapsed, her inner melancholy instantly disappearing. Pointing at the clock on the wall, she shouted, "Old antique, it's only nine o'clock! The real nightlife is just beginning!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Fu Hua adjusted her glasses, looking at the increasingly rebellious Fu Shi, the corners of her mouth curling into a gentle smile.

Sensing that something was wrong, Fu Shi let out a flattering laugh and turned to run out of the room. But Fu Hua grabbed her by the clothes with one hand, lifted her up, and silently sat her down on the bed.

Then, Fu Hua placed Fu Shi face down across her knees, pulled down the clothes on her backside, revealing soft, fair skin, and raised her hand for a slap.

Smack!

Fu Shi's butt instantly burned. She held back the tears welling up in her eyes, staring in horror at the "old antique" in disbelief, "Old antique, what are you doing?!"

Seeing that Fu Shi was about to cry, Fu Hua's heart softened. But remembering the parenting guide's advice not to be soft-hearted when disciplining children, she raised her hand for another slap.

Smack! "It hurts! I'll remember this humiliation!"

Smack! "I refuse to accept this!"

Smack!

…

"Waaah… Old antique, I'm sorry! I'll definitely listen from now on. If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. If you tell me to catch fish, I won't go kill chickens."

Smack! "I already admitted my mistake—why are you still hitting me?!"

"Ahem, I got carried away," Fu Hua muttered, thinking it felt surprisingly good.

Fu Hua coughed lightly, then laid Fu Shi flat on the bed, reluctantly shifting her gaze away from the red, swollen skin.

...

On the empty street, the night wind blew gently under the dim streetlights. Fu Lin stood on the dark road ahead, feeling a mix of subtle worry and inexplicable peace.

Although it was quiet, it made him drift into memories. Fu Lin blended his feelings into the calm night, and Fu Shi's bright smile surfaced in his mind, filling his eyes with longing.

"When the three-year period is up, I should find a way to visit Fu Shi. I wonder where she is now… and if she misses me."

A dark alleyway was shrouded in the aura of Honkai. Fu Lin, who happened to be passing by, slowly stopped his steps, listening to the faint cries for help and the snarls and chewing sounds of monsters inside.

Putting on the Executioner's mask and quickly donning a long black cloak, Fu Lin gripped his baseball bat and walked inside.

He saw an already lifeless stranger whose body had been half-devoured by several pale, mindless monsters. He sighed inwardly. What a pity.

Just then, the monsters raised their pale, ugly faces, stopped their feeding, and their purple eyes flickered slightly as they snarled at Fu Lin, then rushed toward him.

"You're actually trying to attack me?"

Fu Lin's lips curled into a slight smile. He swung the baseball bat over his head and smashed it down on the monsters' heads, effortlessly blowing apart the skulls of creatures that weren't even worthy of being called "Deadwalkers."

Yellow, white, and red matter splattered everywhere, and the ground was soon littered with several headless corpses.

"Home run. Perfect!" Fu Lin kicked aside the headless bodies, glanced left and right to confirm there were no other monsters, then casually tore off a piece of cloth and gently wiped the blood from his bat.

After finishing, Fu Lin removed his cloak and walked home as if nothing had happened. As for the bodies—Schicksal would handle the cleanup.

Fu Lin looked at the pitch-black villa. It was late, and Mei had probably gone to bed. He lifted the doormat at the entrance, took out a spare key, and unlocked the door with ease.

As the living room light turned on, Mei woke from her sleep. Half-asleep, she mumbled as she looked at the figure returning home, "You're… back… Fu Lin."

"Mm, I'm back. Why were you sleeping in the living room?" Fu Lin's eyes softened as he set down the keys and sat next to Mei.

"Of course, I was waiting for you. I'll go heat up the food." Mei rubbed her sleepy eyes, stretched, and carried the cold food into the kitchen. She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face to wake herself up.

Ding! The microwave finished heating. Mei placed the steaming dishes in front of Fu Lin.

As Mei's mind fully woke up, she noticed the faint scent of blood on Fu Lin and finally fixed her gaze on his hair, frowning in concern, "Fu Lin, are you hurt?"

"No… ugh—!" Fu Lin took a big spoonful of food, chewed, and then a sticky piece of meat sauce dripped from his hair into the bowl. Seeing the extra piece of meat in the bowl, he couldn't stop himself from throwing up everything he'd just eaten.

Fu Lin touched his sticky hair, finally realizing he had been splattered with brain matter. He gagged, stood up, and ran upstairs, "Ugh—I'm done eating, I'm going to take a shower! Ugh—!"