She wanted to have a video call with Jiutiao Meijie!

Now, she wasn't the naive newcomer who had initially seen this as a dream, and she had a basic understanding of Dubian Che. From behind the safety of a cell phone, she might succeed in fooling Jiutiao Meijie, right?

Even Big Sister had taken a day to confirm that she wasn't Dubian Che.

Once she got used to having conversations over the phone, and when Jiutiao Meijie returned, maybe she wouldn't immediately be unmasked.

But how could she get rid of Dubian Cat?

Despite everyone's fondness for the cat, it could only follow her — even though she had been happy about this yesterday, today, it was a source of annoyance.

A flash of insight struck in "Xiaoquan Aonai's" mind.

"I'm going to buy some drinks!" she stood up, "Kiyono, what would you like to drink?"

"No thanks," Kiyono Lin's gaze remained fixed on her book.

"I'll have a cola," Dubian Cat said.

"Can cats drink cola?" "Xiaoquan Aonai" asked.

"I don't know about cats, but I can drink it."

"How miraculous," "Xiaoquan Aonai" exclaimed, then walked out.

The moment she closed the sliding door of the club classroom, her heart began to thump wildly.

She took out her phone and found Jiutiao Meijie's Line username.

Staring at the screen, she hesitated, and in a moment of mental blankness, she gritted her teeth and pressed the video call button.

Listening to the tones indicating the call was waiting to be answered, "Xiaoquan Aonai" headed downstairs.

The feeling under her feet as she walked was lighter than usual, as if there was a transparent cushion made of emotions between the floor and her slippers.

When she reached the stairway platform between the fourth and third floors, the call was answered.

Her phone displayed the video.

Jiutiao Meijie's phone seemed to be set at a distance, clear enough to reveal many details.

A large hall with Western architectural design, vast French-style windows nearly reaching from floor to ceiling. In front of the windows sat a chair, clearly expensive just by a glance.

On the chair sat a young girl in a beautifully ornate dress, one hand supporting her temple.

The distant windows were open, the breeze fluttering the girl's long hair and the hem of her dress. She resembled Huiyeji from "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter," descending gently from the heavens in the bright moonlight.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" held her breath, watching the unbelievable scene on her phone.

The girl's captivating eyes emitted a disdainful glow; her delicate and beautiful face conveyed a sense of superiority.

Both girls shared an air of aloofness; Big Sister due to her cold personality, while this one due to her naturally prestigious social status.

The only similarity they shared was their incomparable beauty.

Yet, in appearance alone, they were distinct.

If Kiyono Lin, Big Sister, represented the original form of all things;

Then Jiutiao Meijie, the beautiful princess, was everything in its flourish, evolved to its most dazzling moment.

Before making this video call, "Xiaoquan Aonai" had thought 'Handsome guy from Tokyo,' 'Meiji,' those were all jokes.

But now... The young girl lazily leaning back in the chair, there was no more apt description than 'Meiji.'

A true princess, a beautiful princess.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" continued to stare, mesmerized.

"Weren't you saying you'd be back next week?" Even with a tone of disdain and disdainful undercurrent, the voice was still so enchanting.

Hearing this voice, "Xiaoquan Aonai" snapped out of her trance, realizing that Huiyeji had descended from the heavens and was speaking to mortals.

She swallowed nervously.

She thought she had been mentally prepared.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" didn't know how courtiers felt when they met their emperor during times when the emperor was deemed supreme, but her current feelings couldn't be too different.

No, she must calm down and remember what Kiyono Lin had said!

Her heart was in chaos, yet her brain began to function like the most precise machine, recalling all information about Dubian Che.

'Weren't you saying you'd be back next week?'— faced with such a question, what would the eloquent Dubian Che respond?

"Just because you say that, it doesn't stop me from missing you," "Xiaoquan Aonai" was relieved her tongue didn't tie itself in knots and she could speak smoothly.

"How so?" the voice on the other end of the phone was laid-back, melodic, and mysteriously alluring, "Did you do something to betray me?"

"Betray you? How could I possibly!"

"Xiaoquan Aonai" instinctively wanted to scratch the back of her neck, raised her hand, and then hurriedly put it down.

"Who knows, I'm not there, and that woman Kiyono is sitting behind you," Jiutiao Meijie rested her left hand on her head while tapping the armrest of her chair with the fingers of her right hand.

Her fingers were slender and as pale as jade.

"Meiji, your hands are so beautiful," in "Xiaoquan Aonai's" compliments there was an envy typical between girls.

"Hands?"

"Yes, if you did your nails, they'd look incredibly beautiful."

Jiutiao Meijie raised her right hand, examining her fingernails, then abruptly lifted her gaze to the screen.

"Since when did you like manicures?"

Her tone gave "Xiaoquan Aonai" the illusion of a venomous snake searching for a spot to bite.

A beautiful viper.

Xiaoquan Aonai forgot to breathe, couldn't help wanting to run away, wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

"Surely you did something to betray me," Jiutiao Meiji said lightly.

Xiaoquan Aonai let out a sigh of relief.

It was good not to be discovered.

"No," she said, "Don't all girls like manicures? I just wanted to compliment you on that."

"Hmm," Jiutiao Meiji responded nonchalantly, flicking her fingernails.

What should I say next?

How do you even communicate with a girl like this!

I just can't find a topic!

Xiaoquan Aonai didn't know what to say, so she could only head downstairs, making conversation:

"I'm going to buy a drink, what are you doing?"

"Resting."

"Oh, make sure you rest well."

The conversation fell into a deadlock again.

"What about after your rest?"

"Work."

"Oh, work must be tough."

Xiaoquan Aonai quickened her pace, deciding to make an excuse to hang up as soon as she reached the vending machine.

Upstairs, she occasionally encountered students who were late for their club activities because of duty; seeing them gave Xiaoquan Aonai a sense of reality.

Talking on the phone with Jiutiao Meiji was just too torturous!

"When will you be back exactly?" Xiaoquan Aonai asked again, grasping at straws.

"I'll be able to attend classes Monday morning."

"I'll see you Monday morning then, wish it could come sooner."

Jiutiao Meiji's eyebrows knitted slightly: "Dubian, what's wrong?"

Xiaoquan Aonai's heart skipped a beat, puzzled: "What do you mean what's wrong? Maybe I just miss you too much."

"It better be that."

Finally reaching the first floor, Xiaoquan Aonai snapped a photo of herself and the vending machine with her phone: "I'm here, so that's it."

When she hung up the phone, Xiaoquan Aonai always felt that Jiutiao Meiji's gaze through the phone was rather meaningful.

She bought a bottle of water and gulped down half of it in one go.

That was nerve-wracking!

She had been fully prepared but was taken aback by the other party's aura.

This charming, noble, and splendid girl was Dubian Che's girlfriend, and he might even have had her beneath him.

No, they had definitely done it already!

In Dubian Che's phone, there were various photos of her.

Selfies of the two, photos of her feet while soaking them, videos of Jiutiao Meiji dancing, shots of her pouring drinks, sneaky shots of Jiutiao Meiji sleeping, even selfies with little puppy stickers.

Not the lewd type but photos full of life, which further indicated the intimacy of their relationship.

How could someone make such a beautiful girl his girlfriend, and Kiyono Lin as well.

Such a frosty demeanor, could it really become fiery when she's with Dubian Che?

The inviolable Kiyono Lin, had Dubian Che ever lifted the hem of her school uniform blouse, and then unbuttoned her skirt?

After buying a cola, on the way back, Xiaoquan Aonai had a lot on her mind.

"Where did you go?" Dubian Cat appeared suddenly, squatting on a zelkova desk and looking at her as she came in.

"What do you mean where did I go?" After being oppressed by Jiutiao Meiji, Xiaoquan Aonai felt much calmer towards the "Tokyo hotties."

"I was timing when you'd probably be back and planned to come out then, but I just saw you at the vending machine."

"Just walking slower, slacking off."

"Oh, really." Dubian Cat's glassy eyes stared at her unwaveringly.

Xiaoquan Aonai vaguely understood why Dubian Che could be with Jiutiao Meiji.

Their tones were too similar!

Or is it that all clever people like to talk this way?

"Here, take this." She handed the cola to Dubian Cat.

Dubian Cat, tilting his round head, tried to use his teeth to open the pull tab but couldn't reach it.

His adorable attempt was starkly different from the way he had been staring at her earlier.

Which side was truly Dubian Che's?

Never mind, she had successfully tricked Jiutiao Meiji through the phone, though dangerous and just a preliminary test; but with a few more conversations, even face-to-face, she wouldn't be suspected, right?

Quite a relief indeed.

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