Xia Chuan Yuan went downstairs. Though only one night had passed since yesterday’s events, it felt like ages to him. Even after waking, he still felt deeply exhausted inside.

Downstairs, he first headed to the girls’ room—the spacious guest room that could easily hold ten people. Opening the door, he saw the girls inside. Their sleeping positions had all shifted from yesterday’s, clearly normal adjustments after the alcohol wore off. They should be easier to wake now.

Xia Chuan Yuan stood at the doorway. He’d planned to shout and rouse the seven girls. But then, a thought struck him. The corners of his mouth curved up slightly. He turned and left. Moments later, he returned, holding something.

He placed the mysterious object inside, closed the door, and switched off the air conditioner first. Glancing at his watch, he silently counted down three seconds. Then…

“BOOM!!!”

A loud explosion erupted from the room, perfectly timed. Hearing it, a mischievous grin spread across Xia Chuan Yuan’s face as he watched the door.

Soon, movement stirred inside. Hurried footsteps followed, then stumbling sounds. Someone desperately rattled the doorknob—but Xia Chuan Yuan held it firmly from outside. The force within wasn’t enough. Loud banging echoed—thump! thump!—against the lock.

Watching this, Xia Chuan Yuan silently counted down five seconds…

Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

He let go.

“BAM!!!”

The door burst open. A chorus of thuds followed as all seven girls tumbled onto the floor. Xia Chuan Yuan held his breath, pulled a remote-like device from his pocket, and pressed a button. A hissing sound filled the air—ssss. He’d activated the exhaust function.

Now, the truth behind this incident: inside the room lay a mysterious object. A hole gaped on top—clearly blast-formed. This was a small explosive device Xia Chuan Yuan had crafted long ago. A simple remote triggered minor blasts. Why the exhaust? Just look at the girls sprawled on the floor.

This device was actually a stink bomb he’d made for pranks. It collected foul odors—durian, skunk spray, rotten eggs—all minor players in its vile mix. Boredom had driven him to build it. It could be tossed to release stench or remotely detonated on a timer. He’d chosen remote control to avoid getting caught in the stink. Seeing the girls’ desperate yet relieved faces, he knew he’d made the right choice.

Their complexions brightened instantly. Relief washed over their expressions.

“Alright! Class officers, sobered up from yesterday’s drinking yet? Wake up! We’ve got classes today!” Xia Chuan Yuan stood at the doorway, looking down at the seven sprawled figures.

“Ah! So handsome! Who are you, and what did you do to us?” Watanabe Saori gasped from the floor, awed by his looks. Then she realized she didn’t recognize him—or this place. She covered her chest, staring. The others did the same.

“Don’t you remember me? I carried you all to my house yesterday after you got drunk. I cleaned up your mess. Still no memory?”

“Uh… who even are you?”

“Xia Chuan Yuan!!!”

“Liar! Xia Chuan Yuan can’t be this hot! He’s just a long-haired otaku shut-in. Total pervert—probably into self-immolation, uh… a burning weirdo!”

“You think that of me? Fine! Yesterday, I should’ve left you on the roadside to be ‘picked up’ and ‘disciplined’ at someone’s home! So this is your true opinion?”

Instantly, the others pointed at Shimotani Chiyo, shouting in unison:

“No! That’s just her delusion! We never thought that!”

“Eh?! You guys!!! Why blame me alone? You all felt the same!”

“Nope! All you!”

After the banter, class president Sakurano Sakuya eyed Xia Chuan Yuan in astonishment. She asked cautiously, “Are you really Xia Chuan Yuan? How did you change so much overnight? More extreme than plastic surgery! Abducted by aliens?”

“Think positively! Look at my hair! My hair! I just got a haircut! What does that prove? I was always this handsome—I hid my peak looks on purpose! Didn’t want fangirls swarming me!”

“I’ll admit you’re hot… but shameless!”

Seeing him so approachable, the girls dropped their guard. They relaxed into their usual selves, chatting freely. After a while…

“Uh… what happened yesterday? I can’t remember anything!” Shimotani Chiyo asked.

Looking at her, he recalled her legs—and how he’d taken advantage while she was drunk. His voice faltered slightly, but they didn’t notice.

“Ahem! That’s a long story!” He summarized yesterday’s events, carefully polishing his own role to boost their favor.