Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 500 - 78: There Might Be a Mole Among Us

"Happy birthday~"

"Happy birthday~"

In the midst of everyone’s applause and well-wishes, Shen Qingxi’s face turned slightly red as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, bowed her head, and blew out with force.

"Cut the cake, cut the cake!"

The people around her urged impatiently.

"Wait a minute, all of you! What’s the hurry?"

Shen Qingxi picked up the cake knife and cast a somewhat helpless glance at the rowdy classmates around her, finally resting her gaze on Cheng Xuefei who was making a call in the distance.

"Senior sister! It’s time to cut the cake!"

"Shhh—!"

Cheng Xuefei placed her finger on her lips, signaling them to not shout, but it was no use.

Everyone was very excited, especially a few male classmates present who all had looks of both anticipation and reserve, and even some slight hostility towards each other.

Who would be the first to receive a piece of cake personally cut by Miss Shen? It was a question worth pondering.

"Did I hear someone singing Happy Birthday?"

The voice of Yan Yu’an on the phone sounded slightly confused.

"Yes, today is Qingxi’s birthday. Since everyone is here, we bought her a cake. It’s nothing elaborate."

"..."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, perhaps unsure of what to say.

"If it really doesn’t work out..."

"No problem! Trust me!"

Cheng Xuefei rubbed her temples, trying to make a promise.

Frankly, she didn’t want it to turn out this way either, but the members of the interest group were all very opinionated and usually hard to control—hence the name ’interest group,’ driven purely by interest.

Jishan Academy, having been established during the President’s stay in Tianmen as the first modern private high school founded by the new Confucianism sect in Tianmen, could be considered a shining pearl in the educational field of Tianmen City.

The young people initially admitted to this school were primarily direct descendants of the major noble families across the country, and even included bloodlines from the Imperial Family of the Former Dynasty.

In a sense, it could also be seen as an early investment by various forces in the President, a bet on her.

But that was all more than a decade ago.

During the violent suppression of these local noble families, the President did not show leniency just because these nominally following students were involved. There had even been more than one round of purges within the academy, and many students were forced to leave, affected by their family connections, and could not even save their lives.

The students currently attending Jishan Academy are mostly clean—meaning, those from the newly rising elite class who followed the President back then. These people were promoted after the new government was established and have become pillars of Tianmen City today.

If your family doesn’t have this status, you won’t even be able to find the school’s main gate.

The Jishan Academy Interest Group—officially the Jishan Academy World Folklore and Culture Interest Group—has a history of nearly a decade since its inception. It was originally established by Princess Zhaoning, a member of the former Imperial Family, specifically to study the customs, ethnic cultures, and various mysterious theoretical systems of countries around the world.

It is said that it had a very glorious history back then, but it faded away after Princess Zhaoning died. Now, it has passed down to Cheng Xuefei, who is already the seventh leader, and it appears to be no different from a tea party where young masters and misses pass their time when they are bored.

At least that’s how it seems on the surface.

If nothing unexpected happens, once Cheng Xuefei graduates from school this year, she will pass on the leader’s position to Shen Qingxi—the veritable school beauty of Jishan Academy, the third-generation young lady of the Shen family, the beloved Little Baige.

"Something’s off tonight."

Yan Yu’an’s voice grew intense over the phone, "The police have dispatched the Special Service Section, hunting down the Fusang Salvation Warriors on the streets. Wang Yunxiao has also brought people over; he didn’t tell me what for, but I suspect it’s definitely related to that thing of yours."

"Aren’t we on the same side?"

"That’s hard to say, his group is so poor they don’t even have a pair of trousers to their names, you never know who might buy them off with a lot of money. Or alternatively..."

"People might not trust us either."

Cheng Xuefei shook her head, "Group 106, though nearly half were casualties last time, did not retreat a single step. I thought such a sacrifice would earn your recognition."

"That’s why I’m now calmly calling you instead of suspecting you might pull something with that object."

Yan Yu’an seriously added, "I have this premonition that something is going to happen tonight."

"What could possibly happen?" Cheng Xuefei laughed. "Everyone knows each other, and we’re all striving for a common goal. Even if there are some misunderstandings, couldn’t we just clear them up face to face?"

"That’s exactly what I’m worried about!"

Yan Yu’an said gravely, "I’m afraid there’s a mole among us, making a mountain out of a molehill over something that could be cleared up with a simple phone call."

"Even with a mole, what good would it do for them? They can’t just be doing it for their own amusement, right?"

"In any case, you..."

"Senior!"

Seeing Shen Qingxi bouncing over with a plate of cake, Cheng Xuefei said, "We’ll talk more later", calmly hung up the phone and turned her attention to the sunny girl in front of her.

It might seem inappropriate to describe a girl as sunny in the middle of the night. However, Shen Qingxi truly seemed like one who grew up in a greenhouse, sheltered, inexperienced to the hardships of life, radiating an innocent charm akin to a primary school student.

Especially since her surname was Shen.

Coming from the notorious Skinflayer Shen’s family, to raise such an unstained, innocent as a lily flower was truly an anomaly. Initially, everyone who had heard of her family’s reputation thought she was just putting on an act.

But as time passed, they realized she wasn’t pretending; she genuinely was naïve.

The things growing outside her head were not on the same level as those inside.

"Senior, this is the first piece of cake I’ve cut!"

Shen Qingxi giggled as she presented the cake to Cheng Xuefei, "Everyone wanted some, but I didn’t let them have any. I saved it especially for you, we have the best relationship, right?"

"Right, so did you forget I just said I don’t like cake?"

"Ah?"

Shen Qingxi stared blankly at Cheng Xuefei, her mind slowly churning.

"Just kidding."

Cheng Xuefei took the cake, wiped off the cream on Shen Qingxi’s nose with her finger, "I’ve been busy these past days, didn’t get you a gift, I’ll make it up to you later."

"Oh, that’s alright, I was just here feeling bored and suddenly remembered it’s my birthday today, and I even prepared a gift for you!"

Shen Qingxi turned around and pulled out a large photo from behind, featuring both her and Cheng Xuefei. On the back, written with a fountain pen, were the words "Shen Qingxi and Cheng Xuefei will forever be best friends!"

Beside it was stamped a vibrant red seal—"Commissioned by the heavens, may you forever prosper."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Cheng Xuefei choked on the piece of cake she had just eaten, coughing violently.