The imagined "Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique" didn’t leave him bleeding and battered as expected.  
Instead, a phone screen—still recording—suddenly appeared right in front of Mu Feng.

“?”

Why doesn’t it hurt?

Mu Feng lifted his head, puzzled.  
On the phone screen, the WeChat profile picture boldly displayed the words “代肝” (Proxy Grind), seemingly narrating the girl’s hardships and sorrow. Meanwhile, the hammer in her hand symbolized justice and execution.  

Together, they formed the ultimate “Great Memory Restoration Technique” 😋.

“Give me back… my hard-earned money!!!”  
The girl shouted furiously, giving the hammer a threatening shake.

“…”

😨👆🏻

It all came rushing back! Every single memory flooded into his mind!  
How could something this coincidental even happen? He never imagined he’d be solo-killed offline like this! Weren’t they supposed to just run away happily together? 😭😭…

Trembling, Mu Feng pulled out his phone. His fingers shook violently as he typed in a string of numbers—never before had he entered that cursed account number so quickly. He pressed his thumb firmly onto the screen for fingerprint payment.

*Ding!* “WeChat received: Four hundred yuan.”

Hua Xin watched her balance jump from ¥8.37 to over ¥400. The fiery red glow in her eyes faded back to normal, and the righteous fury she’d summoned for her blood-sweat-and-tears wages dissipated instantly.

(Now I’ve got money 💰…)  
(I can buy rice 🍚…)  
(Pork rib bone soup over rice… mmm 🤤…)

Her eyes sparkled with joy so intense she nearly couldn’t contain herself—she almost hugged her phone and spun around on the spot.

Hua Xin: OvO (happy).

“Brother Hua… I was wrong.”  
“Can you please put down the hammer and talk…? I’ve already sent the payment.”

Mu Feng crouched on the floor, looking utterly devastated—like a poor, mistreated newlywed wife 🥺.

Uh…

The girl took two steps back, momentarily stunned.  
Who am I? 🤔  
Where am I? 😨  
Why does my hand feel so heavy…?

She glanced down. Sure enough, a hammer was firmly gripped in her right hand, ready at any moment to deliver the “Great Memory Restoration Technique” to her enemy.

Eh?

Without making a sound, Hua Xin turned around, picked up the screwdriver and the wallpaper knife—still faintly smelling of instant noodles—that had fallen to the ground, and hastily stuffed them along with the hammer into her backpack, carefully avoiding the plastic bag containing her meal.

*Run, run, run, run, run…* 😨

Even though panic surged inside her, she forced herself to stay calm and slip away quietly.

“Wait!!”

A voice full of dramatic urgency rang out from behind her, causing Hua Xin’s hand to pause mid-motion on the doorknob—but she didn’t hesitate for even a second. She immediately bolted out the door at full speed.

“Wait”?  
Are you kidding?!  
Is she supposed to stop and wait to get counter-killed?!

Kamen Rider and Ultraman’s transformation time had long expired—just like the difference between Bolo Zhanbao and Bolo Chuixue! Right now, she didn’t even have the courage to stand in front of Mu Feng, let alone swing that hammer again.

Got the money? Run! 😡

(Brave, brave, my friend 👨🏻.)  
(Even if there’s no rainbow tomorrow 🌈,)  
(Sunshine always follows the storm 💦~)

With her head down and backpack bouncing, Hua Xin darted left and right through alleyways, running as fast as she could.

Just as her stamina was about to give out and she prepared to stop and check where she was, a wailing cry suddenly echoed from behind:

“Brother Hua! Listen to me!”  
“It’s all… a… mis—un—der—stand—ing!”

Mu Feng was sprinting while fumbling to fasten his pants. His pristine white casual trousers were already soaked in two large wet patches on the backside—he’d been sitting directly on the damp floor earlier, and now the moisture clung stubbornly to his clothes.

But right now, preserving his dignity mattered far less than something else.

After Hua Xin fled, Mu Feng suddenly realized—he’d seen the recording icon on her phone screen. That meant everything he’d done had been captured on tape. 😨

If Xiang Guan or Xia Yan heard it, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… But if Hua Xin, in a fit of rage, posted it on the campus wall…

His life would be over!!! 😭😭  
All his reputation—and four whole years of dating prospects—would vanish in an instant!!! 😭

He absolutely had to stop this from happening.

(*Run, run, run, run…*)  
(*There’s a witch chasing me!!! 😭…*)

Though naturally weak in stamina, Hua Xin somehow tapped into hidden reserves of energy, achieving unprecedented escape velocity—as if performing the legendary “Azure Butterfly Cloud-Stepping Technique” 🦶…

“Brother Hua, wait—!”

(Ha ha! Flash—you’ll never catch me…!)

Hearing the astonished shout behind her, the girl smugly sped up even more… *Bang!* …Oops. Ah!

Hua Xin:

A sharp pain exploded in her head, instantly freezing her in place. Stars and snowflakes swirled before her eyes, obscuring the thick pillar she’d just slammed into.

Huh?  
Am I seeing my 2D waifus waving at me…?

Hehe… 🤤 My Chang Li, my Violet…

But the illusion couldn’t withstand the tidal wave of real pain crashing over her. Tears spilled uncontrollably.

It hurts so much!!! I’m gonna dieeeee! 😭😭…

Hua Xin crouched on the ground, clutching her head, writhing in agony while desperately trying not to sob out loud—though her tears had already soaked through her mask.

Mu Feng finally caught up, panting heavily. He bent over, hands on his knees, gasping urgently:

“Brother Hua…”  
“You still alive?”  
“Don’t scare me like this—if you die, what’ll I do? 😭”

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Meanwhile, in the audience seats close to the stage…

Xia Yan walked up the aisle.

Good thing I rode my motorcycle to pick up Hua Xin… Otherwise, helping that woman walk all the way back to the girls’ dorm would’ve taken forever.

Xia Yan was certain—Lin Qingyu had completely recovered the moment they reached the stairs.  
Based on his extensive experience admiring phone wallpapers (he was very confident about this), he could tell at a glance:  
There was absolutely no sign of a sprained ankle. It was a total trap.

Sure enough—high-tier women are tough to deal with.

He sighed softly, then felt slightly better remembering that Hua Xin had spent so much time with Mu Feng and Xiang Guan.  
They must’ve become friends by now, right?

“Yan-ge!”  
Mu Feng greeted him casually, eyes glued to his phone screen.

Hua Xin sat nearby, also staring at her phone, one hand still pressed to her throbbing head.

“Where’s Xiang Guan?” Xia Yan asked, puzzled.

“He went off to beat up the White Bone Demon. Don’t worry about him.”

Xia Yan nodded and walked over to the girl, speaking gently: “Shall I take you home?”

Hua Xin gave a silent nod.

“Alright, I’ll take Hua Hua home first. Mu, you’re on your own.”

“Sure.”

Surprisingly, Mu Feng didn’t crack a joke. He just kept his head down, replying quietly—but Xia Yan noticed nothing unusual.

“What happened to your head?”

“Got bitten by a mosquito.”

She brushed it off lightly, though internally she was screaming in pain.

But as soon as she sat on the motorcycle, she frowned.

A strong, distinctly feminine perfume clung to Xia Yan—overpowering his usual pleasant scent.

(Hmph… you player. 🖕🏻)  
(Just wait till I expose your true colors… 😈)

Back in the audience seats, Mu Feng watched their figures disappear into the distance. He glanced again at the message Hua Xin had just sent him, then looked up at the ceiling at a precise 45-degree angle, as if making a solemn decision.

“Don’t blame me, Brother Yan… (sigh)”  
“True brothers stay in each other’s hearts. 👊🏻”  
“I’d never betray you… 😡” (…he sounded suspiciously guilty.)