Ling Yueming threw a bunch of keys to Yinze Palace, "Use them if necessary."
"Okay, if you get any interesting information by then, you owe me a favor."
Yinzedian raised his eyebrows very rudely.
"..." Ling Yueming was too lazy to offend him, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving."
"Well, I think it's time to get acquainted with the student council president."
Yinzedian played with the key lazily, once, twice.
And just when Yinzeden was about to arrive at the flower room in front of the student union, he saw Huangfu Feng running away madly before turning the corner...
But Huangfu Feng, who was in a mad rush for a date, didn't notice Yinze Palace at all...
"Well, something strange seemed to have happened just now..."
Yinzedian stepped forward with his slender legs and walked casually to the door of the flower room.
I walked and walked through the flower room...
Then he paused and quickly stepped back...
Squinting his eyes, he saw two people exuding an ambiguous atmosphere through the window.
Qingyan, and...Xia Liangyan.
A trace of interest flashed in Yinzedian's enchanting peach blossom eyes.
It looks like there is a good show to watch.
——
"Well, how's Su Mie doing lately?"
Xia Liangyan sat casually on a comfortable chair without any ladylike manner, as if she regarded this place as her own home. She poured another cup of tea and drank it slowly.
The real master, Qingyan, stood upright next to Xia Liangyan. After taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, he lost his elegant and bookish aura, leaving only a lazy and calm look, as if he was a different person...
"'Su Mie' has been stable recently, please don't worry, Lord."
"As for...the antidote, have you found it?"
"...I'm sorry. Lord, there is still no news yet."
It made her suffer. She sharply saw the scars under Xia Liangyan's unusually thick lipstick today, and Qingyan felt her heart shrink slightly.
"It's okay." She got used to it. Xia Liangyan took a sip of tea and said meaningfully, "There's still one year left. How are everyone in 'Death' preparing?"