(So fragrant… so tender! 🥰)  
She popped a soup dumpling into her mouth in one bite.  

(So sweet… so smooth! 😍)  
She slurped the soy milk with gusto.  

Hua Xin sat on the floor of the balcony, back turned to the door, devouring her “last meal before execution.” A faint trace of milky white liquid lingered at the corner of her lips—making her look as if she’d just sneakily licked a milk-spraying lollipop.  

“Where’s Xiang Guan?” Xia Yan asked after taking a sip of water, sounding puzzled.  

“He went off to be a simp,” Mu Feng replied from his bed, eyes glued to his phone, feigning calm—but his gaze kept drifting toward the girl on the balcony.  

What’s going on? Why is the Boss suddenly visiting the dorm?  
Could it be… 😨  

Mu Feng’s heart skipped a beat.  
Did they find out he’d been slacking off?!  

He imagined the horror: everyone in class whispering about how he stayed up late doing crafts and then tossed the scraps under his roommate’s bed to cover it up… 😱  

Determined to prove his loyalty, Mu Feng quickly sat up and asked nervously:  
“Yan-ge, where are you headed next?”  

Xia Yan hesitated slightly. He was planning to go to the Student Union to pick up today’s performance costumes and props—but why was Mu Feng asking?  

Could it be… 🤔  
Is there another spy in this dorm?  

He answered thoughtfully: “Just heading to the Student Union to grab the outfits and some props for today’s event. Why?”  

“Nothing. I’m already used to guarding an empty room,” Mu Feng deadpanned.  

Xia Yan instantly relaxed.  
Lin Qingyu could manipulate Xiang Guan using Xiao Ling—but she couldn’t tempt Mu Feng with reality.  
Because in the world of 2D… things were different.  

At that thought, Xia Yan felt a quiet sense of relief.  
Yep—2D girls really can’t be fooled that easily.  

“I’ll leave Hua Xiong in your care. Let her do whatever she wants—she won’t disturb your sleep.”  
“When Xiang Guan gets back, remind him.”  
“Ojbk.”  
“You got it.”  

Mu Feng gave a lazy salute from his top bunk.  

Click. The door closed. Silence returned to the dorm.  

…Chief…  
Have you seen my loyalty? 🥺  
The undercover agent hidden right beside someone with 87 million combat power…  
Wait—what kind of number is that? Never mind.  

Touched, Mu Feng sat up straighter and looked toward the balcony.  
But from this distance, all he could see were colorful underwear hanging out to dry.  

Among them: anime girls on either side, hands clasped together as if holding something… or sticking out their tongues toward the center… plus bold wolf-head prints… and even soft pink-purple designs…  

…………  
No big deal.  
If the Chief asks whose they are, just say they’re Yan-ge’s. 😋  

“I’m full.”  

Hua Xin patted her little belly contentedly, eyeing the empty paper bowl and soy milk bottle. Her mood was excellent.  
Another free meal—scammed successfully.  
She could die happy now…  

With that thought, she quietly put her mask back on and tiptoed over to the door, peering through the transparent glass panel into the room.  

Is he gone?  
Or is he planning to meet Lin Qingyu again tonight…?  

Puzzled, she picked up her backpack and opened the door.  

“Private Mu Feng, Class of 2024, reporting for duty!”  
“Loyalty! 😎”  

Mu Feng leapt down from the ladder and stood rigidly before Hua Xin, snapping a crisp salute.  

Hua Xin: …  

“G-Good job…”  
“Where’d Xia Yan go?”  

She instinctively stepped back two paces, hand hovering near the thermos on the windowsill—ready to weaponize it. His manic energy made her even more wary.  

“Reporting, Chief! Xia Yan went to the Student Union to retrieve today’s performance costumes and props! Mission complete!”  
“Good! Morale! 😎”  

Hua Xin swallowed hard.  

If she didn’t have dirt on Mu Feng, she’d never get within ten feet of him.  
He was just… too terrifying.  

But if Xia Yan was out, that meant he wouldn’t be back for a while.  
And if it was just her and Mu Feng in the dorm…  

A bold plan sparked in her mind.  

“X-Xia Yan won’t be back for a while… right?”  
“Affirmative!”  
“Which bed is his?”  

Mu Feng pointed solemnly to the lower bunk by the door.  

(You’ve let your guard down… Lao Yan… 😈)  
(Little did you know your own roommate has already become my spy! Hehehe…)  
(Since this is your stronghold… let’s see what filthy secrets you’ve hidden here.)  
(Once I compile it into a PDF and leak it campus-wide… 😈)  

“Ah yes—the sunny, handsome freshman Xia Yan is all an act! Behind closed doors, he’s just a greasy, slimy shrimp-headed loser who’s already slept with half the girls on campus…”  

Victory.  
Certain victory.  

Hua Xin walked calmly to the desk beneath Xia Yan’s bed and sat down.  
But triumph came too fast—she didn’t know where to start first! (Excited.)  

Mu Feng stood statue-still nearby, watching silently as Hua Xin opened his best friend’s drawer.  
Faced with the choice between loyalty and his own blackmail, he chose silence.  

Truthfully, though—he already knew Xia Yan wasn’t fake.  
The guy who’d united the entire class into a harmonious, conflict-free community since day one…  
How could he possibly be a hypocrite?  

Clatter.  

A small, square blue packet with serrated edges—clearly designed for easy tearing—tumbled out of the drawer and hit the floor.  

Silence. 🤔  
Silence. 😨  

Mu Feng’s eyes bloodshot instantly, veins bulging as he stared at the suspicious object on the ground.  

Impossible! 😡  
Absolutely impossible!  
Yan-ge—the single, sunshine-y, warm-hearted, universally adored guy—couldn’t possibly be…  

“Wet wipes?” Hua Xin picked it up, confused, and set it on the table.  

Mu Feng exhaled in relief. Phew.  

“Nail clippers, band-aids, scissors, tape, pens, unopened playing cards, San Guo Sha…”  

Next layer! Hua Xin refused to give up.  
Shameful stuff must be hidden deep! 👊🏻  

She rummaged through the next two layers—still nothing incriminating.  

“Strange…”  

Frustrated and flushed, she shoved the drawer shut, anxiety rising.  
It’s fine—there’s still the suitcase and closet!  

She refused to believe Xia Yan—the ultimate faker—had zero dirt! She had to find at least one little umbrella! 😡  

The closet held only plain clothes… and… a can of egg?  

Hua Xin fell silent, turning her gaze to the suitcase.  

Right on cue, Mu Feng reported: “Chief, Xia Yan locked it with a password. I don’t know it. Report complete.”  

Her fists clenched. Hidden beneath her hair, her beautiful eyes burned with fury.  

Then—a glint caught her attention.  

A keychain on the desk.  

“This is… from that night…”  

She picked up Xia Yan’s car keys, and that fleeting sense of déjà vu returned.  

Dangling from the ring was a scratched, slightly worn acrylic wolf charm.  

She frowned, momentarily forgetting her mission.  
Her fingers traced the charm unconsciously.  

Something deep in her memory stirred…  
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t grasp it.