This is the habit of cats

“The latest announcement: two hours remain until the end of the competition, and the rankings have been refreshed. There are currently three surviving classes.”

Everyone stared intently at the electronic scoreboard, nervously awaiting the update.

“Updated rankings: First place—Class C, 2300 points.”

“Second place—Class A, 2250 points.”

When the announcement came down, everyone stared in disbelief at their terminals. Even the eliminated students looked at the livestream’s projected screen in shock.

“What?! Class C? That has to be a mistake!”

“Unbelievable. Class C actually took the lead? Is the system bugged or something?”

“Could Class A really lose the top spot this time?”

“I can’t believe this. Last time, our class alliance failed to capture the lab building, and to top it off, we ran into one of those Class A lunatics. Got completely wiped. No way normal people can have that kind of strength!” a student from Class D complained.

“Well… you did just call them lunatics,” the person beside him sighed.

Standing beneath the teaching building, Wang Ning also looked up at the updated rankings.

She remembered—two days ago, a squad she led had run into people from Class C, along with members from Class D and Class F, both of which were later eliminated.

Then she got kidnapped.

After that, she never saw the twin kidnappers again. Karleen had promised to handle it and investigate the two of them.

She recalled how, right before they parted, Ringetsu’s eyes had locked onto her, blatantly filled with desire. Smiling sweetly, she said:

“We’ll see each other again.”

“My adorable daughter.”

Wang Ning’s immediate reaction was to swiftly turn around and bury her face into her collar, cheeks flushed red.

From rage.

How could anyone say something so shameful so naturally?! This roleplay thing had gone far enough!

Karleen, on the other hand, simply turned and pulled Wang Ning away.

The following two days of battle only escalated toward a white-hot frenzy. As the final eight-hour countdown began, traps, ambushes, and all kinds of trickery were deployed. Students would stop at nothing to seize control of the scoring zones.

At this point, bait was no longer necessary—anyone not from your own class was a target to be attacked on sight.

Class A entered full “field-clearing” mode, ruthlessly eliminating every visible enemy without mercy.

“Tch.” Siali walked up beside Wang Ning.

She had drawn a set of tactical gear and a semi-automatic sniper rifle from the supply box—though for safety, all bullets were rubber rounds.

Her tea-brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail at the back of her head, with only a few loose strands left at her forehead.

She pushed up her visor with a gloved hand, eyes filled with exhaustion and irritation. “Why are these people so good at hiding?”

Wang Ning turned her gaze from the terminal to Siali and said:

“The rules stated that once a class drops to five or fewer members, they’re automatically eliminated.”

“The squad we wiped earlier had around seven or eight people. And with the others we encountered and eliminated these past two days, I estimate they probably have only six or seven members left now.”

“The strange thing is… their coordinates aren’t showing up on the map.”

She then looked over at Glass An, who was sitting on the ground with her knees up.

Her outfit was more casual than ever.

She’d taken off her bloodstained jacket, revealing a white button-up shirt—completely unbuttoned.

Her white camisole and slender waist were in full view.

Her misty blue hair had come undone and hung loosely.

Her arms, legs, and neck were all wrapped in bandages, with spots of blood faintly seeping through.

Yet somehow, instead of looking messy, there was a striking beauty to the “battle-damaged” aesthetic.

Her fingers remained nimble as she tapped on a virtual keyboard, light green eyes locked onto the glowing blue screen.

Wang Ning couldn’t help but subtly shift her foot away.

Not because of fear or disgust.

But because—ever since the kidnapping incident—this normally lazy and elusive girl had been sticking to her like glue.

Yes, like glue.

Even to the bathroom.

Wang Ning was nearly driven mad.

Every trip to the toilet was like waging guerrilla warfare—sneaking around, checking to make sure no one was watching before daring to enter.

And every time she opened the stall door—

There it was.

That sleepy blue-haired figure—Glass An!

She’d slowly look up when Wang Ning came in, nodding as if to say, “Oh, hey.”

From that moment on, Wang Ning was left with deep psychological scars.

The last time she was this traumatized was when she first turned into a girl and realized her little brother was gone.

“Found them,” Glass An hit the final key.

“Their coordinates.”

Then she looked up and immediately noticed Wang Ning’s subtle foot movement.

Wang Ning: …

Glass An raised an eyebrow.