"Our squad just happens to need a healer. No need to keep bothering your sister anymore."

"This..."

After hearing Chuyun say this, Su Minghao’s expression turned slightly awkward. He’d been too excited earlier and hadn’t thought that far ahead. How would he explain this to his sister when he got home? His sister, Su Nianxue, seemed quite taken with Chuyun.

Actually, they’d met because of him. That day, Su Minghao had been busy and asked Chuyun to help Su Nianxue with her job-change dungeon. After that, his sister had strangely started caring about Chuyun.

How much? Su Minghao remembered clearly. Several times, she’d probed him about whether he knew Chuyun in real life. Each time, he’d played dumb and brushed her off.

Su Minghao didn’t know what had happened between his sister and Chuyun to make her like this. He’d tried asking her, but she wouldn’t tell him.

He didn’t want his sister meeting Chuyun offline. He could tell Lin Waner and Xia Shiqi around Chuyun weren’t ordinary people.

Especially Lin Waner. Once, by chance, Su Minghao had seen her gaze at Chuyun with a look that sent chills down his spine.

But it vanished in a flash. No matter how carefully Su Minghao watched later, he never saw it again. With no evidence, he hadn’t told Chuyun. Lin Waner wouldn’t harm him, right?

Anyway, Su Minghao really didn’t want his sister mixing with Chuyun offline. Lin Waner and Xia Shiqi just felt... off. He couldn’t pinpoint why.

Chuyun watched Su Minghao oddly. Why did his face keep shifting? "Xiao Hao, what’s wrong?"

Su Minghao forced a smile. "Ha... ha, nothing, nothing. We do need a healer. Let’s head back to class."

"Right. We’ll meet in-game at nine tonight. Han Youwei, let’s go."

Chuyun walked toward the classroom. Han Youwei followed like a little kitten clinging to its owner.

.....

....

...

Noon arrived in a blink. Only Chuyun and Han Youwei remained in the classroom.

Chuyun slumped listlessly over his desk. Maybe he hadn’t rested well last night. After a morning of classes, sudden fatigue hit him.

Han Youwei watched him worriedly. She’d been staring for a while. Was Chuyun sick? If he was sick, she couldn’t get her head pats. She’d been looking forward to it since last night. She decided to ask.

"Chuyun, what’s wrong? Why are you slumped over your desk?"

Hearing her, Chuyun forced himself upright. "I’m fine. Probably just didn’t rest well. Let’s go to the cafeteria first."

"Han Youwei, aren’t you coming?"

After a pause, Chuyun saw her still sitting there blankly. He gently tapped her little head.

"Whimper..."

Han Youwei covered her forehead with fair, tender hands. She looked pitifully at Chuyun, pouting. "Whimper... I want head pats! Didn’t you say last night I could have as many as I wanted?"

Han Youwei hadn’t mentioned it all morning. Chuyun thought she’d forgotten. Guess he’d have to pet her silly to satisfy her.

Hope my hand’s okay, he thought helplessly. "Hmm... I did say that. Today, you can have as many head pats as you like."

"Hehe~~"

Han Youwei happily dragged her chair beside Chuyun. She closed her eyes into happy crescents, ready for her favorite petting time.

Today, Han Youwei looked just as cute. Her twin tails were tied with adorable white bows. She wore a delicate Western-style dress with lace trim. But Chuyun felt her chest seemed a bit bigger than yesterday.

Remembering this morning’s feel, it really was larger. "Bust size proportional to IQ"—that saying might actually hold truth. Chuyun had never believed it before. But after meeting Han Youwei, he deeply agreed.

Still, why did she seem smaller on their first meeting? The difference was absurd. Could she really go from a small bear to a big bear in one day?

After a moment, Han Youwei opened her eyes. She looked at Chuyun adorably. "Chuyun, pat me now!"

"Pats, pats. Like this?"

Chuyun expertly placed his hand on her head and started stroking.

"Mmm... so comfy... hehe..."

....

...

..

"Han Youwei, enough? We’ve been at this three minutes."

Chuyun’s hand felt numb. Why did this silly girl love head pats so much?

"Two... one more minute?"

Han Youwei wheedled in a soft, sweet voice. She held up one fair finger.

She wasn’t satisfied yet. She’d wanted two more minutes but worried seeming greedy might anger Chuyun. She quickly changed to one minute, tucking away her second finger.

"Fine. One more minute. Then cafeteria." Chuyun helplessly resumed stroking her head.

He still didn’t get it. Why did Han Youwei adore this so much? If he tried head pats on Xiao Qi, she’d bite him to death.

Sigh. When would this silly girl outgrow head pats? Chuyun couldn’t wait for that day.

What he didn’t know was that when that day came, he’d miss this deeply.

"58."

"59."

"60."

Chuyun silently counted the minute. He pulled his hand back and spoke softly. "Han Youwei, satisfied? If yes, let’s eat."

"Mmm..."

She was still a little unsatisfied.

But she dared not say it. She feared Chuyun would think her greedy.