Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 91 Locked Gaze

AYUMI POV

"Sun-seng-nim," I muttered softly to myself as I settled into my bed, cradling the new phone he had bought for me. I was sad that our date got disrupted, but at the same time, I felt glad because he had stood up for me. At first, I was worried that he might think differently of me after someone called me a slut, but it made me really happy to see him defend me. Knock Knock Knock

"It's open," I called out .

The door swung open, and there stood my big sister. She resembled me in many ways, but her defining features were her long, ponytailed hair and her longer legs, standing at around 5'7.

I was taken aback to see her here, especially since she usually works around this time. "Big sis, what are you doing home ?" I asked .

"Can't I come home?" She raised her eyebrows, seemingly offended by my words.

"No, of course, you can," I quickly reassured her. "It's just that I'm not used to you being here at this late hour."

"Hey, when did you get a new phone?" She immediately spotted my new iPhone. She's really perceptive when it comes to these things. "I just bought it ," "With what money?" She walked over slowly, her eyes raised and her arms crossed, clearly questioning how I could afford a new phone. "I saved my allowance and bought it," I said, clutching my new phone to my chest, a bit apprehensive that she might try to take it away from me. "Don't lie to me, Ayumi. This phone costs 2,000,000 won. You only get 5,000 won allowance per day. Let's assume you save half of it, which is generous given your spending habits. That's only 2,500 won a day. So, in 20 days, you'd have 50,000 won. Are you telling me you've been saving for over 40 months just to buy this phone?" "Yes," I nodded .

"Ayumi, do you think I'm an idiot? Where did you get the money from?" She raised her voice, clearly frustrated and wanting an honest answer. "I bought it with my own money!" I tried to explain to my sister, but it seemed like she wasn't buying my explanation. "Tell me... " She stopped right beside me and leaned in to smell my hair. Panic surged through me as I realized I had forgotten to take a shower first. "Wait! Why do I smell a men's perfume in your hair?" "It's nothing," I stammered, attempting to come up with a plausible lie.

"I went to the mall this afternoon and tried some perfume." My voice trembled a little.

I looked at her face and could tell that she didn't believe a word I was saying. "Is it a teacher?" she asked, her tone turning cold.

"Why do you always assume it's a teacher?" I exclaimed, feeling defensive. It was frustrating that even my sister thought I'm a pervert.

"Because you been weird since you were young," she replied, shaking her head as if she were getting a headache from the situation. "How old is he to afford buying you a phone like this? 30? 40? Don't tell me he's 50?" She continued to press for more information, her concern mixed with frustration. "No way, he's not old. He looks really young, and he's also incredibly handsome and a respected teacher!" I stood up, feeling the need to defend my Sun-seng-nim and not let my sister speak ill of him. "So you finally confessed that he's a teacher, your boyfriend, and also the person who bought you this phone," she sighed. 'I made a mistake,' I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I had just made a huge blunder by inadvertently confessing everything to my sister. I'm in big trouble now.

Ring Ring Ring

I thought she's going to scold me more , but fortunately her phone rang and save the day . She hurriedly opened it and answered the call, redirecting her attention elsewhere. "Another suicide? Where?" "Alright, I will go there immediately!" " she said, ending the call and turning toward me.

"Ayumi, I'm not done with you yet. You better have a good explanation when I come back," my sister scolded me before hurriedly walking away. —

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"These kids are really something," I muttered to myself as I followed them towards a bar located on the 4th floor of a building. The bar was surprisingly spacious, with ten pool tables, ten dartboards, and even some retro video game machines. It seemed like the perfect hangout spot for party-goers .

As expected, they started playing and drinking alcohol, their behavior far from what you'd expect from typical high schoolers. The girls seemed carefree in their drinking, while the guys appeared to be plotting something sinister behind the scenes. 'What a bunch of morons,' I thought to myself, watching them try to use alcohol to make advances on the girls. I came here to teach these jerks a lesson for insulting Ayumi. Why was I being so petty? Well, it seemed like the system heard my frustration and gave me a mission. There was no penalty, but if I could make them beg for mercy, I would earn 500 XP as a bonus .

"Alright, time to begin the show," I said to myself as I stood up from my chair. My plan was to flirt with the girls and taunt the guys to make a commotion . "Boss, please don't jump!" A voice suddenly rang out, instantly capturing everyone's attention, including mine. I turned towards the source of the voice and saw bar employees desperately trying to prevent a woman in a black dress from jumping. "Should I help?" I muttered to myself, contemplating if I should try to intervene. I could use my skills to convince her not to jump. While I wasn't entirely certain it would work, she was already attempting suicide, so there was little harm in trying, even if I failed. My mind raced as I contemplated my options. I had thought I had some time to spare, but before I knew it, everyone gasped in horror as the woman turned around and jumped from the building. *CRASH!

The horrifying sound of a body crashing into a car echoed through the street. Despite being on the 4th floor, the impact was unmistakable, and I could hear it all too clearly. Shit, I need to get out of here before they start questioning witnesses. Forget about the mission. I couldn't afford to get caught up in this mess.

I quickly turned around and dashed towards the exit. Fortunately, most of the people present had the same idea as me, so my escape didn't draw too much attention. *BUMP!

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I berated after colliding with someone who felt like a solid wall. As I looked up in a rush, my eyes locked onto someone I had seen before. How could I forget that face? It was the same weird guy from the train who had asked for my seat.