After Yan Chiyu's substitute teaching stint ended, most of those who had attended his classes were still eager for more. Even the practice problems he created himself were taken back by the teachers for analysis and study, to the point where they practically wanted to dissect Yan Chiyu himself…

This is the wisdom of interstellar people!

To be honest, besides our advanced StarCraft problem-solving methods, it's mainly because Brother Yan is handsome and has a pleasant voice~ I must say, when he lectures, I listen very attentively, just like the Wizard God.

[Wu Yue: Are you there? Why did you bring me upstairs?]

The busy week of classes has come to an end, and the weekend is here again in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yue sat on the stone steps in front of her villa waiting for Yan Chiyu. While waiting, she thought about how Mu Junyan had been urging her to open the envelopes every day for the past few days.

The letter was in Yan Chiyu's hands, and she had mentioned it briefly on his behalf.

The boy's answer was quite nonchalant: "Things given by strangers are not important, there's no rush to open them."

On the second bite.

The boy looked languid: "Hmm? A letter... a seal on an official document from the underworld. I'm not a public official from the underworld, so I won't look at it."

The third bite.

In the WeChat video call, the boy, dressed in pajamas, leaned against the headboard, his hair disheveled, the dark strands falling naturally along the sharp lines of his face, two tufts of hair sticking up and swaying. His eyes were still sleepy, his voice low and hoarse with sleepiness: "I don't know where I put it, I can't find it..."

Seeing Yan Chiyu's adorable, puppy-like appearance after just waking up was a rare treat for Wu Yue, who was so captivated by his good looks that she completely forgot about the letter. The two chatted back and forth, and soon the topic shifted to other things.

Whenever Yan Chiyu couldn't win an argument with her, he would bring up the time she got drunk at Ye Yueyao's place and came back, which always made Wu Yue feel extremely ashamed and indignant...

I've never lost my composure like this in all my years as a big shot.

Ah! Her lifelong reputation!

My thoughts drifted further and further away, almost to the point where I was about to bite down on a handkerchief and shed a couple of tears...

Long, strong fingers gently and loosely encircled the girl's wrist, pulling her up from the cold stone steps with a slight pull. A pleasant, clear voice rang out above her:

"What's wrong? Something on your mind?"

Wu Yue instinctively wanted to shake her head, but then stopped abruptly and nodded, a rare occurrence for her: "Yes."

"Do you want to say something?"

"In no mood."

“Okay, then I won’t say.” Yan Chiyu didn’t think Wu Songsong was the kind of girl described online—who said 'no' when she meant 'yes,' 'it’s okay' when she actually meant 'it’s okay,' and 'I don’t want to' when she actually meant 'I do want to.'

That's not the case. If someone doesn't want to say something, they simply don't want to. In this situation, it would be wrong to make malicious assumptions or pretend to be naive and think that the other person is just being stubborn and unwilling to talk.

"And also, the underworld document you've been longing for." After getting into the car, Yan Chiyu handed the envelope made of withered underworld grass to Wu Yue.

The girl held the corner of the envelope between two fingers and lazily lifted her eyelids. "What is it? It's not me who's been thinking about it, it's Mu Junyan, okay... I even suspect he has a sinecure, not some busy Yama who's never home."

Yan Chiyu smiled and said, "Don't you know? Yama doesn't actually have feet."

"Huh?" Wu Yue really didn't know about this, and was quite surprised when she heard it.

"Legend has it that during the conferment of titles upon the gods, Yama, the King of Hell, overslept and, being underground, was about to miss the auspicious time for the conferment. So he cut off his own legs, which transformed into a ladder to heaven, allowing him to take a shortcut. He almost missed his divine position." The boy's voice was indescribably beautiful, slow and gentle, like the timbre of a cello flowing into her ears.

After listening, Wu Yue began to recall how Mu Junyan walked in her memory...

This legend seems to make sense, but something seems off about it.