My Demon Friends-Chapter 467 - 462: Misunderstandings One After Another

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Chapter 467: Chapter 462: Misunderstandings One After Another

"Are you going to school?"

A strange voice, sounding like a young girl’s, came from ahead.

But Zhou Li was no stranger to this. Because just as the Old Monster’s appearance changed, her voice also changed often. Peculiar voices would frequently burst out from behind him, to the point where he no longer felt any surprise.

He looked up and saw a figure standing to his left front.

It was a little girl, about the same height and age as the boy from yesterday—around thirteen or fourteen. Her face was so incredibly pretty and cute. She was leaning against her doorframe, staring at Zhou Li with sparkling eyes.

"Are you going to school?"

Seeing Zhou Li remain silent for a long time, she asked again, blinking her piteous eyes.

"I have classes today," Zhou Li shifted his gaze. "Why are you out so late?"

"Just finished changing my face."

Changing her face... Zhou Li’s imagination ran wild; it sounded a bit eerie and terrifying.

"Yes! How is it? Pretty, right?" The little girl struck a pose in front of him. "I just designed it this morning—a delicate and cute style. If you think there’s any room for improvement, please feel free to point it out. I’ll remember and make changes tonight."

"I don’t... It looks nice."

"I knew you wouldn’t have the eye for it... So, are you going to get beaten up?" the little girl asked again, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Who said that?"

"It’s a sure thing."

"It won’t..."

"I want to go with you."

"Brother Nan doesn’t even come to class."

"Doesn’t matter, I still want to go with you."

"What for..."

"To watch you get beaten up." After saying this, the little girl winked her left eye. "If you reject me, I’ll be all weepy, you know!" she said, her voice dripping with mock sadness.

"That’s disgusting."

"HAHA!"

The Old Monster suddenly threw her head back and laughed, a hearty, unrestrained sound.

It was only then that Zhou Li felt she was starting to act normal.

It was past nine. He had spent over an hour watching Tuanzi wrestle with a sock, but he actually had classes all morning. He’d unwittingly skipped first period Biochemistry; next up was English.

No, it wasn’t skipping class. I turned in a leave of absence form, so how could it be called skipping?

The leave was until Wednesday, so I’m actually returning to school early to attend class. This dedication to studying really should be praised.

「Nine forty-five.」

The classroom was already full. This was because there had been a class right before, and students had come straight here after it finished; otherwise, they wouldn’t have arrived so early.

Zhou Li hid the black-and-white Tuanzi inside his jacket, cradling it against his stomach to keep it out of sight, and scanned the classroom for an empty seat.

The desks and chairs in the multimedia classroom differed from those in a standard one. Partitions at the front and sides of the desks offered some privacy. Some slacker students loved sleeping through these classes; the teacher couldn’t see them from the platform anyway. Right now, most students were hidden by the partitions. Only those who were quite tall or sat very straight showed half their faces, which made finding an empty seat a bit more difficult for him. He might spot an empty seat, only to walk over and find a student sprawled out asleep, or a Yordle already sitting there.

But as soon as he glanced over, Zhou Li’s expression stiffened. What the...?

Among the many cubicle-like seats, half a tilted head was extremely conspicuous, mainly because a clump of grass was growing on top of it.

Her head was tilted to the right, and it wasn’t hard to guess she was resting her chin on her right hand. But after a while, perhaps to balance the pressure on both sides of her face, she switched to her left hand. Consequently, her head and the grass on top tilted to the left.

Some students saw Zhou Li enter the classroom and casually greeted him.

"Morning. Why weren’t you in the last class?"

"Whoa, are you pregnant?"

"Heard you took leave. Where’d you go?"

Zhou Li’s heart skipped a beat. He quietly replied to each greeting, his peripheral vision fixed on the grassy head at the back.

Brother Nan, the queen of slacker students, usually wouldn’t come to this class even if I begged her. Yet today, she took the initiative to attend... I can only hope it’s a whim, or she’s just incredibly bored.

Taking a deep breath, he started towards the back row, feeling more nervous with each step.

It wasn’t until Chang Xiaoxiang, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom, spotted Zhou Li and asked if he’d had fun on his break that Brother Nan finally heard and glanced up at him.

Zhou Li closely watched her movements.

Brother Nan only glanced at him once before lowering her head again. She extended a slender, pale arm, pointed towards the ceiling, and shook it twice.

Zhou Li immediately quickened his pace to get over there.

Brother Nan was in the second-to-last row; sitting in the very back row made one an easy target for the teacher. Baozi and Cotton Swab were in the row in front of her.

Zhou Li sat beside her with a calm expression.

"Good morning, Brother Nan."

"Morning," Brother Nan greeted him, her gaze dropping. "Who knocked you up?"

"A cat..."

"Impressive. Not even worried about reproductive isolation, huh?" Brother Nan grinned, then asked with feigned concern, "Why didn’t you come to the first class?"

"You even know about repro—" Zhou Li let half the sentence slip out before quickly swallowing the rest. This isn’t the time to be cheeky. "I was picking up Tuanzi."

"Oh..." Brother Nan said, her voice neutral.

GULP!

Zhou Li quietly swallowed. This is getting even more ominous, he thought.

It sounded like Brother Nan attended the last class too. First period started at eight, which meant getting up super early. And she hadn’t told me. And when she noticed I wasn’t there, she didn’t even ask.

Zhou Li discreetly studied Brother Nan’s expression. I can’t make anything out, he thought.