Sunny Su raised her hand and pointed at herself. "Right here! What's the problem?"

Zhao Yi snapped, "Huh? With that look, what kind of cos is this?"

Sunny Su grinned. "I'm just playing myself—cosplaying a cute high school girl!"

A strange expression crossed Zhao Yi's face. Just from that, I could feel the fury and endless regret burning in his heart after being tricked.

At that moment, I felt my arm tugged. Yuxuan Lin seemed to want to say something.

I bent down slightly to barely catch her whisper.

"Brother, I need to go to the bathroom..."

I suddenly felt like I'd brought a primary school kid. This scene usually happened at parties, with a child tugging their mom's hand.

Though it felt troublesome, I turned around anyway.

Before I could speak, Luo Yu's excited voice cut in: "Li Ze, who's that cute girl behind you?"

Luo Yu gasped suddenly. "Could it be... she's your girlfriend?" He slapped my back. "You're dishonest, ugly, and useless—worse than landfill rot—yet you snagged such a cute girlfriend. As someone perfect in heart and looks, I must congratulate you. But I pity that girl."

Luo Yu rattled off those words without pausing. I admired his lung capacity... Calling me dishonest? Fine. But ugly? With my bank balance, I'm the ultimate rich, handsome guy!

Just as I prepared to retort, Yuxuan Lin—who should've been hiding timidly behind me—darted in front.

"Brother isn't like you said! He's the best person I've ever met! Don't badmouth him!" Yuxuan Lin practically shouted. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her chest heaving.

I stepped forward, steadying her swaying form. Her panting breaths revealed how hard she'd yelled. She was probably dizzy from lack of oxygen.

Ye Qian's voice came from behind. "Bro Ze, is she really your sister... or some weird fetish?"

Hearing that, if Yuxuan Lin wasn't leaning on me, I'd have beaten him senseless.

I shook my head and glared at Ye Qian. "She's my sister. And Ye Qian—who's the real pervert here?"

Ye Qian flinched, then toppled backward onto a chair. "Why... why... why are sisters so different? If mine were half as good—no, not even a tenth, a thousandth—I'd be satisfied."

Fine, ignore the perverted sis-con. But others were still reeling from Yuxuan Lin's outburst, especially Luo Yu. She sat hugging her knees on a chair, a chocolate bar dangling from her mouth.

Whatever. They wouldn't recover soon. I should take Yuxuan Lin to the bathroom first.

So I led the slightly recovered Yuxuan Lin out of the club room toward the nearby restroom.