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◎Green Tea Attack 2◎

"Huh? What do I find fault with you about?" Mu Heqing couldn't find anything he found fault with Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "He Qing, I'm glad you don't mind."

He subconsciously used the name "He Qing" again.

Mu Heqing didn't pay attention and asked, "Have you come out now?"

“Of course, although it was a very difficult process. I naively thought that as long as I had enough money to leave with my mother, I could have a family of my own. But as it turns out, I was too naive,” Jiang Mu said.

He was heartbroken. He was heartbroken that his parents didn't love him, heartbroken that his brother was loved by more people than him, and heartbroken that he felt like a nobody at home.

But none of that matters anymore; he no longer cares.

"That's good." Mu Heqing hugged Jiang Mu, his warm body temperature passing through her clothes to Jiang Mu's body.

He felt incredibly warm.

The two hugged for only a short while before separating.

"Qing, are you really not going to take those little fish? I've been watching you for a long time," Jiang Mu asked.

"No, I'm not interested in raising fish. I was just thinking about the lifespan of fish." Mu Heqing shook his head.

Why did you suddenly think of this question?

Mu Heqing lowered his eyes, a sudden feeling of irritation rising in his heart.

She remembered what the principal had told her.

"He Qing, your life is but a fleeting moment to us. We love you, but we don't want you to be a burning match, which can only illuminate for a short while. We hope you can shine brightly for a long time. Promise Li Shi, can you bear to leave us in this world, to grow old and die alone?"

long.

Does she want immortality?

Mu Heqing immediately felt a headache coming on; a sharp pain pierced her brain, and the extreme pain made her sweat profusely.

Jiang Mu was startled by Mu and Qing.

"Heqing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital now." Jiang Mu helped Mu Heqing up and was about to take her to the hospital.

"No need." Mu Heqing stopped Jiang Mu from moving. "She probably didn't sleep well last night. She just needs to go back and rest."

"No, I'll take you to the hospital." Jiang Mu was still worried.

"It's really nothing," Mu Heqing said, she was just agitated by the thought.

Jiang Mu looked closely at Mu Heqing's face and found that she was only a little pale, so he was relieved.

"He Qing, come to my place tonight. I'll tidy up the guest room; otherwise, I'll be very worried," Jiang Mu said gently.

Mu and Qing had no choice but to agree.

…………

"Beep—"

The phone had barely rang once when Jiang Mu swiftly hung up.

He glanced at the caller ID display, his expression impatient.

It's Uncle Gua again.

He glanced cautiously at the guest room; seeing no movement, he felt relieved.

Mu and Qing should be asleep, so why do they suddenly have headaches? They were fine when they went out together. Could it be the effect of that "medicine"?

Jiang Mu walked to the balcony, leaned his upper body on the balcony, and dialed Uncle Gua's number.

"Hey, busy, huh?" Uncle Gua greeted first.

"do what?"

Jiang Mu's tone towards Uncle Gua was not so nice.

"Look how you've been doing these days, you seem to be doing great, hahaha." Uncle Gua laughed heartily on the other end of the phone.

"I'm asking you, is there any possibility that that 'medicine' might become ineffective?"

"There has been no such failure so far. My colleagues and I have been working as usual all these years."

"You guys also took this kind of medicine?" Jiang Mu was slightly surprised.

"Of course, this medicine was originally developed for humans to take. We take this medicine so that we won't be targeted by 'them.' To give an analogy, they are Yin and we are Yang. After drinking this medicine, we will be half Yin and half Yang, able to perceive both the Yang aspect and the Yin movement," Uncle Gua explained.

"What about He Qing?"

"The drug that Mu and Qing drank was different from ours. It was something that those guys controlled and the people in the research institute re-developed. In general, it turned her completely into Yin, but it's hard to say exactly, since no one has tested it."

Jiang Mu gripped the stone bricks on the balcony tightly. Just to make Qing feel less afraid, they made her drink this strange drug. These selfish people.

No wonder Qing has been in so much pain.

"What do you want from me?" Jiang Mu asked.

"Well, just a simple greeting. If you could, it would be even better if you could help us find out anything about Fa Jiuyi. But it's okay if you can't find out anything. The most important thing for you right now is to keep your own life," Uncle Gua said casually.

Who is Fa Jiuyi?

"He is the principal of No. 13 Middle School. We have very little information about him. We have some information about the other guys, but we know very little about Fa Jiuyi. We only know that he built No. 13 Middle School from scratch. After he reappeared in Ancheng, he monitored the entire city, but he has not taken any action. He doesn't care whether we send people into Ancheng or leave Ancheng."

"I understand." Jiang Mu neither refused Uncle Gua nor agreed to his request.

He didn't get the answer he wanted. Mu and Qing seemed no different from before, but her indifference towards her own kind would eventually backfire on her. What if one day the effects of the drug wore off, and what had she done to humans, even her family and friends?

Her guilt and conscience will kill her.

What should he do?

Jiang Mu looked up at the moon, feeling unusually lost. What terrified him even more was his own heart.

Deep down, he hoped that Mu and Qing would not go back to the past, and that in reality, it would only be him and her.

Once this thought arises, it's hard to shake off.

When Jiang Mu returned to the bedroom, he heard noises coming from the guest room and caught a glimpse of some light.

He Qing is awake?

The door wasn't closed properly. He knocked on the door and went inside after hearing Mu and Qing's voices.

Mu and Qing sat on the bed in soft pajamas, looking as if they had just woken up, their eyes still somewhat dazed.

Jiang Mu found it adorable, as if a warm person had suddenly appeared in the cold, impersonal house.

He regretted once again decorating the house in pure black, as it didn't match Mu and Qing at all.

"Are you feeling better?" Jiang Mu asked with concern as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Mu Heqing rested her head in the crook of Jiang Mu's neck, her voice still hoarse from just waking up. "Much better, it's just so dark here."

"I've already looked at other houses."

Jiang Mu gently stroked Mu Heqing's head, listening to her soft breathing. He felt that all pretense had been removed, that he no longer needed to fake a smile or have any other motives. He just needed to be with her.

He had never experienced this feeling before; a profound warmth settled in his heart, and he felt less light.

If the effects of the medication last forever, can Mu and Qing stay with him like this forever?

"Oh, that's not necessary." Mu Heqing was just saying it casually, not expecting that Jiang Mu wanted to move houses.

"It's okay, you can sleep a little longer."

Jiang Mu turned off the light for Mu Heqing, then leaned against the door. Behind the door was Mu Heqing.

He is a self-centered person, someone who pursues personal gain.

But Uncle Gua is right, he still longs for affection, even if he doesn't care about his parents, he still longs for it.

The next morning, Mu and Qing asked for leave.

Jiang Mu was cooking. He was confident in his culinary skills. He often cooked when he was alone. Today, his cooking skills were being judged by the first judge.

"How is it?" Jiang Mu asked expectantly.

Mu and Qinglian could eat the unknown things made by the village source for three years, let alone the delicious and colorful dishes made by Jiang Mu, so they naturally praised them highly.

"Then eat more." Jiang Mu propped her cheek up as she watched Mu Heqing eat.

Mu Heqing smiled at Jiang Mu with food in his mouth.

Suddenly, a series of clattering sounds came from outside the door.

Jiang Mu frowned. "What was that sound?"

It looks like someone is trying to pick the lock.

Who was it that broke into someone's door in broad daylight?

Jiang Mu walked towards the door, about to turn on the video doorbell, when Mu Heqing stopped him first.

She opened the door directly, and a man wearing a black and red mandarin jacket was picking the lock at home. The tools he used to pick the lock were also very strange, consisting of several oddly shaped building blocks.

"Xiangyuan, what are you doing?" Mu Heqing's expression was not good.

"Heqing, where have you been lately? I went to your place to look for you, but you weren't there." Xiangyuan smiled broadly as soon as he saw Mu Heqing.

Jiang Mu recognized Xiang Yuan's strange attire and the floating blocks; he must be one of Mu and Qing's high school classmates.

But he pretended not to know, and put his arm around Mu and Qing, asking, "Qing, who is he?"

Mu Heqing said apologetically, "I'm sorry, he's my classmate, Xiangyuan."

"His hobby is breaking into people's homes?" Jiang Mu scoffed.

Xiangyuan seemed oblivious to Jiang Mu's sarcasm, and brazenly went straight into the house.

Jiang Mu tugged at Mu and Qing, pretending to be unhappy as she lowered her head and whispered, "Qing, how did he just come in like that?"

Mu and Qing reassured him, "I'm sorry, I'll let him go right away."

She grabbed Xiangyuan's arm and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Heqing, I finally found you! How come you disappeared in the blink of an eye? I'll cook for you!" Xiangyuan rolled up his sleeves and headed into the kitchen.

Jiang Mu thought that breaking into someone's house was already abstract enough, but he didn't expect that he would also have to cook.

When Xiangyuan saw the food on the table, he said, "Oh, you're already eating? What's so special about this? Let me cook something for you."

He opened the refrigerator without thinking.

"Xiangyuan, don't go too far." Mu Heqing's face had turned completely dark. "I told you to leave, so please leave."

She stretched out her arm, and black characters began to flow from her fingertips. Jiang Mu had seen this kind of script before; it was a tattoo on a very tall man.

He was almost strangled to death by him.

How could Mu and Qing's fingers also have this kind of writing? Is this the "borrowing" ability that Uncle Gua mentioned?

Jiang Mu pressed Mu Heqing down and shook his head slightly: "Since, well, Xiangyuan wants to cook, then let him cook."

"Jiang Mu?" Mu Heqing asked, puzzled.

"It's okay." Jiang Mu whispered to Mu Heqing, "I'm your boyfriend, I can be understanding."

He winked at Mu and Qing.

Mu and Qing knew that their classmates were not conventional, but they shouldn't expect Jiang Mu to tolerate them.

Jiang Mu didn't want to see Mu Heqing in a difficult position, so he lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

"It's just a small thing."

Moved, Mu Heqing coldly said to Xiang Yuan's retreating figure, "I'll send him away immediately."

Xiangyuan entered the kitchen and, completely unaware, unleashed a cooking technique that didn't exist.