Let Me Show You Something Good

The following day dawned, ushering in another new beginning.

Ultimately, thanks to that girl Li Qingcheng, who had utterly shredded the tickets, I missed out on the comic convention, despite having half a day free.

What had possessed me to agree to be Queen Lan’s boyfriend in the first place?

“Well then, big brother, see you later.”

Standing at the street corner, Li Qingcheng, dressed in her school uniform and carrying a small shoulder bag adorned with a large skull, waved at me.

Our parents were rarely home due to work, so I was the one who walked her to the corner every day.

Seeing Li Qingcheng’s gesture, I waved back.

“Goodbye. Don’t bully your classmates at school, alright?”

I was probably the only older brother who would say something like that to his sister.

Li Qingcheng’s lips curved into a slight smile.

“Are you telling me to save my energy to bully you at home, big brother? Ugh, you’re such a masochist, big brother.”

“No, no, that’s absolutely a misunderstanding. Please, little Miss Li Qingcheng, feel free to bully your classmates to your heart’s content at school instead.”

I waved my hands frantically.

“You’re so boring, big brother.”

Li Qingcheng kicked her toe playfully, then turned and walked away.

“I’m off.”

“Take care.”

I watched Li Qingcheng’s retreating figure in silence, counting ‘one, two, three’ in my mind.

Even after I reached ten, and Li Qingcheng had vanished from my sight, I remained rooted to the spot.

A few seconds later.

I let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed today’s prank wasn’t going to be that kind.

I pursed my lips, then lowered my backpack from my shoulder.

Unzipping it, I rummaged through its contents thoroughly, and sure enough, found what I was looking for.

“This time, it’s a voodoo doll?”

A cold laugh escaped me as I gazed at the jet-black doll I’d retrieved from my bag, a photo of my face plastered onto it.

With a casual flick, I tore the picture off.

This was the “Big Brother Lovelove Prank” that girl Li Qingcheng performed without fail every Monday, a name I certainly hadn’t coined.

I still remembered the last time she’d secretly tied my hair to a nearby utility pole with a thin thread while my back was turned.

The moment I walked away, a sharp pain had shot through my scalp.

Now, it was a voodoo doll? What had happened to my formerly adorable little sister?

“Hah… I should probably get to school quickly.”

I sighed, casually stuffing the now-ineffective voodoo doll, its photo torn away, back into my backpack.

Then, I quickened my pace toward school.

Based on what Queen Lan had told me, numerous questions still plagued my mind.

For instance, what was the danger level of the labyrinth?

What would happen to my body after my soul departed for the Yada Continent?

And what about the soul of the girl named Airi?

All these details remained shrouded in mystery.

Therefore, I needed to go to school and question the real Ji Qianluo.

I had learned from Li Qingcheng yesterday that it was Ji Qianluo who had brought me home, and I had already been unconscious at that point.

Queen Lan had immediately followed me after I arrived on the Yada Continent, which meant the one who took me home must have been the real Ji Qianluo.

If that were the case, Ji Qianluo surely knew something.

Nodding decisively at this thought, I hastened my steps, rushing towards the school.

Starsea Fifth Middle School.

This was my school, a perfectly ordinary city middle school with average college admission rates and average academic performance each year.

I was in Class 5 of the eleventh grade – yes, another perfectly ordinary class.

It was only 7:15 AM, still some time before morning self-study.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I felt a sense of quiet emptiness.

Glancing towards Ji Qianluo’s desk, I saw only an empty seat. So, she hadn’t arrived yet.

A sigh of faint disappointment escaped me, and I slowly walked to my own seat, settling down.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the great Casanova?”

The moment I sat down, a guy from the front row spun around.

His face was a mass of chubby flesh, his features rather lewd – clearly the kind of perverted fatty who’d sneak girls’ underwear home to sniff incessantly.

This was Chen Shen, my best friend, and like me, a total otaku.

However, his level of otaku dedication had reached stratospheric heights, far surpassing anything I could ever achieve.

Nor did I want to.

He was the kind of otaku that other otakus would point fingers at and curse, saying, “It’s because people like you exist that otakus get such a bad rap!”

Honestly, I was still debating whether getting too close to him was a wise decision.

“Casanova? Haha, please don’t tell such jokes first thing in the morning.”

I bared my teeth at Chen Shen, making my displeasure clear.

Chen Shen, however, merely narrowed his eyes into thin slits and said, “You spent the weekend out with the School Beauty. If you’re not a Casanova, then who is?”

‘If I had a choice, I’d rather have gone out with you this weekend.’

Don’t misunderstand; I simply wanted to convey that Ji Qianluo was far more dangerous than Chen Shen.

I had absolutely no intention of getting involved with that pervert.

“Can you please not bring that up? Just thinking about it gives me a headache.”

I shook my head, offering Chen Shen a helpless expression.

“What, you got a good deal and now you’re playing innocent? Come on, how many rounds did you go?”

Chen Shen made a lewd gesture, grinning suggestively at me.

I would bet anything that in Chen Shen’s mind, “dating” and “s*x” were synonymous.

I simply couldn’t be bothered to respond. Instead, I pulled out my textbooks from my backpack, preparing for the upcoming classes.

“Fine, don’t tell me then.”

Chen Shen, realizing I wasn’t keen on discussing the matter, changed the subject.

He furtively glanced left and right, then suddenly slung an arm around my shoulder, whispering, “Oh, right, bro, let me show you something good. But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“What is it?”

I raised an eyebrow, looking at Chen Shen with suspicion.

Chen Shen stealthily slid his own shoulder bag closer, placing it in front of me, then unzipped it just a crack for me to peek inside.

‘What could be so mysterious? Surely Chen Shen hadn’t brought porn to school, had he?’

Curiously, I leaned in. The moment I clearly saw what was inside, I nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Inside the bag, nestled among the textbooks, was a rectangular pink box covered in a long string of Japanese characters.

“Holy hell! That thing, it couldn’t be…”