How did I hallucinate again?

Ling Luo cradled her little head, utterly bewildered. Was that conversation flashing in her mind pure illusion—or someone else’s memory?

Her mom had warned her while teaching dream manipulation: never enter another’s dream with unstable mental focus, or risk being affected yourself.

But she felt fine now—no late nights, no all-nighters. Only startled earlier by learning she shared a class with that Demon Hunter girl.

Wait… Could this be a fragment of memory from meeting her? Why surface only now?

Ling Luo strained to recall more, but in vain. Not only did nothing else return—the fragment she had grasped began to blur.

Snapping back, she noticed the childhood seniors waving goodbye. Only then did she realize: she was still inside the dream.

“Never mind. Set this aside. Finish what’s at hand first. If they wake up now, we’d have to wait till tomorrow night.”

She manipulated the dream, locating the moment their paths crossed again—two years ago, some time after university began.

A single glance was all it took for recognition. A truly fateful reunion.

Back then, they simply caught up like old friends. No rushed romance—understandable. Childhood bonds were mostly innocent friendship. Reality wasn’t some story where years apart spark instant flames and fast-forward straight to hitting a home run. That plot? Way too absurd.

Thanks to their childhood connection, their relationship flowed smoothly. Within a year, close friends became intimate lovers. They’d even met each other’s parents. Marriage was the only step left—a remarkably smooth journey. Yet traditional-minded, they planned to wait until graduation and stable jobs before discussing vows.

“How enviable…” Ling Luo sighed, sucking on a lemon. “But their feelings are genuine—no hidden motives. Just anxiety and others’ words breeding doubt. If they talk openly? This’ll resolve itself.”

Honestly, this contract was suspiciously easy. Beginner-mode difficulty. A piece of cake. Double reward? Total win!

“If trouble still pops up, I’ll—phew. Almost jinxed myself…” She patted her chest. *Is this the protagonist’s flag-planting instinct?*

After learning she was a Succubus, she’d daydreamed about starring in some epic tale. Pure self-indulgence. If actually offered the role? She’d refuse instantly. Protagonists attract chaos—exhausting. She was just a low-tier Succubus exiled to the human realm, zero combat power. A dramatic hero’s life? Worlds away. She knew her place.

Practical as ever: a quiet life with Mom was enough. A partner? Leave it to fate. Maybe stay single forever—and that was fine. Human realm. Demon blood.

“Better draft a solid plan. Enough for tonight. Time to rest. Yaaawn~” She let out a cute yawn.

As Ling Luo departed, the memory dream dissolved. Unaware, Haolin and Jinghua slept soundly in their separate dorms.

…

Next morning, under their advisor’s lead, Luo Ling’s class toured two science buildings and key campus spots—familiarizing themselves with where they’d spend the next four years.

Afternoon brought martial arts: two seniors would teach the Five-Step Fist.

A foundational form, distinct from middle school’s military boxing (though Luo Ling couldn’t pinpoint how). Just follow along. In five days, every class would demonstrate on the field. Fail? Embarrassment guaranteed. Name scribbled in the teacher’s little notebook. Four years of regret.

“Hello, juniors! I’m Chen Haolin, third-year Science and Engineering. Wang Hong and I will teach you the basic Five-Step Fist. Smart juniors like you? Should be a breeze!”

*Holy crap!* Luo Ling cursed inwardly.

Staring at the two familiar seniors, he felt a single gacha pull right now would 100% hit SSR.

“What insane odds? I’m never this lucky pulling cards… Am I being set up?”

Truth was, coincidence. Both were Student Council members—naturally assigned junior duties. Haolin, ever helpful, volunteered. Wang Hong, his junior, tagged along.

*Stay calm… Just don’t let Senior Jinghua come flirt with him and feed us dog food.*

Two hours later—Luo Ling felt like spitting blood.

“Haolin, done yet?” Jinghua approached with a smile.

“Just wrapped up. Jinghua, what brings you?”

“Came to see if you’re free… so we can grab dinner?” she cooed.

Classmates erupted in teasing. Luo Ling mentally stabbed his own “prophet” self.

But sharp-eyed Luo Ling caught it: when Jinghua greeted male classmates, Haolin shot them a sharp, hostile glare.

*Trouble’s brewing… Better act fast. No letting this drag on.*

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9:30 PM. Ling Luo returned to the library rooftop. Her Scrying Eye signaled: a fish had bitten.

Truth was, Luo Ling had detected three or four visitors hours earlier—but trapped in freshman camp, he could only watch helplessly as opportunities slipped away. (Plus… one deeply awkward incident. Best left unmentioned.)

“Let me peek who’s here… Oh my god—it’s a twin-tailed girl!”

That silhouette sent Ling Luo soaring. In an era where twin tails were labeled “childish,” they’d become SSR-tier rarities among peers. Spotting one tonight? Divine blessing.

Giddy with joy, mischief sparked. She floated up, tiny hands gently covering the girl’s eyes from behind.

“Guess who I am?” Ling Luo whispered with a mischievous grin.