The rain didn't ease up as time passed; instead, it grew heavier.
The teacher gradually tired, stopping the lecture and letting everyone study on their own.
The entire classroom fell abruptly silent.
Yun Mingxin rarely had quiet moments to reflect on himself—only times like this.
So much had happened without him noticing. Just two days felt like years.
Suddenly, beautiful girls of all kinds appeared around him.
This kind of trouble—was it pain, or just pain?
"Class dismissed!"
The teacher's voice jolted the sleeping students awake.
Morning held only this one class; the rest of the day was free time.
Yun Mingxin disliked noise. He waited until the classroom emptied before standing.
He glanced at the empty room and covered his face with his hands.
Er Gouzi had abandoned him again—almost never waiting.
Except when they first met.
That's just how guys are.
True friends rarely wait after school; they'd mock you for walking slow instead.
Those who stay out of obligation just want to keep up appearances.
And they'd ditch you first when trouble hit.
Yun Mingxin knew Er Gouzi chattered about gossip and female teachers to distract him.
No one understood his year-long devotion to love better than Yun Renkun—besides himself and Su Xiaoyue.
Outside, the wind wasn't strong, but raindrops stung his face.
Walking the slippery hallway, he found it oddly amusing.
He didn't need to worry. Yun Mingxin felt light now.
After his decision, he knew better than anyone the relief hidden in loss.
"Hmm~"
Stretching lazily, Yun Mingxin didn't watch ahead, thinking about updating his novel tonight—4,000 words or so.
"Huh?"
A sharp pain exploded as his head hit something hard. He clutched his forehead.
"Ow ow ow! What was that?"
"Sumimasen! Are you alright, sir?"
The voice was lovely—but Yun Mingxin was more surprised it was female.
Why did he keep bumping into girls? Had Rito God taken pity after his breakup, teaching him the "Rito Fall" technique in dreams?
"Are you hurt badly?"
Her tone dripped with apology. A loud clang echoed as metal hit the floor. Then soft hands touched his forehead.
Cool, smooth skin sent a strange shiver through him.
He opened his eyes to see her clearly.
An eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl stood before him.
She radiated sharp efficiency yet youthful energy.
Inky-black hair was pinned in a practical bun.
That style usually hid facial features—but not on her.
More shocking: she wore a black-and-white silk maid uniform.
A genuine, old-fashioned one that screamed expensive.
A long skirt covered white stockings hugging her calves, making her skin glow.
Her figure was flawless—the uniform's bodice strained with life.
Like a top-tier noble's personal maid from another era.
Another 95-point beauty.
Plus maid buff and cosplay bonus.
Her face showed slight worry as gloved hands pressed his injury.
"Master Yun Mingxin, are you alright?"
When he didn't answer, she repeated it.
"Huh?" Yun Mingxin shook his aching head. "I'm fine. Nothing serious."
"I'm so sorry! My fault—I moved this equipment, blocked your view, and hurt you!"
The maid bowed deeply, panic flickering in her eyes.
Yun Mingxin noticed a massive machine on the floor nearby.
An electron microscope and grinding station from their lab?
This...
His eyes widened in shock. This thing weighed hundreds of pounds.
No wonder it hurt like slamming into a lamppost.
Was this girl some kind of cultivator?
"This is my mistake. A perfect maid shouldn't err like this."
"Ugh... Lady Xueji will scold me. I don't want to be scolded!"
"Should I commit seppuku? But seppuku hurts so much..."
Ignoring Yun Mingxin's expression, she sank into despair.
Tears welled in her eyes, ready to spill.
Yun Mingxin felt weird. Seriously? So much inner drama?
At first glance, she seemed sharp and capable.
Her outfit screamed professionalism—but now? Total mismatch.
Unexpectedly... cute contrast?
Wait. Something felt off.
Yun Mingxin raised a hand, stopping her. Her eyes widened.
"How do you know my name?" he asked, confused. He'd forgotten to ask earlier.
First meeting her—how did she know?
"Oh! Nana saw all student files. I memorized every name, photo, and face. Lady Xueji's orders."
The maid named Nana spoke innocently, unaware of the absurdity.
"..."
Yun Mingxin's eye twitched. He wanted to shout: How did you access confidential files?
Memorizing tens of thousands of students—you're a god?
But seeing her pure, wide eyes, he held his tongue.
Her words suggested she was a real maid?
In the 21st century? Real maids existed?
What evil old pervert did this unforgivable thing?
Tricking a young girl... Yun Mingxin's gaze drifted downward.
Maybe "intelligence" didn't apply to her.
Tricking such a mature lady.
So enviable—no, so despicable.
