Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 387: Forty-eight, I will not be worse than you! Hewinia!

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Chapter 387: Forty-eight, I will not be worse than you! Hewinia!

“Who’s there, knocking at this hour… Ah, it’s you, Phinis, good morning.”

Looking at Tupac, who was yawning and looked sleepily disheveled, Phinis, who had been waiting outside for over ten minutes, quickly suppressed his displeasure and said calmly, “You’ve overslept, Tupac.”

“Hey, why so serious,” Tupac said, “today is Seven Notes·Syllable, after all. According to the Lord’s will, it’s still a holiday now.”

“Unfortunately, your holiday ends today,” Phinis said. “It’s time to prepare for the festival.”

“Haven’t we been preparing already? Otherwise, why would I not be sleeping in my own dormitory, instead following you here? I’ve already been working hard enough.” Tupac shrugged his shoulders. “Also, what were you planning to do today?”

“What you and I need to do,” Phinis said, “is to confirm the final details with Hewinia and to discuss the selection of Chapters for this music festival. Afterwards, you can go back first.” freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Tupac raised an eyebrow, “I can go back first? What about you?”

“I have received an invitation from the Third College’s Head, and I will stay here tonight for the opening ceremony of their festival.”

Tupac immediately understood what that meant and said with a smile, “It seems the Head of the Third College also believes we will take first place at the festival, so he’s building relations with the future Sect Leader of the Taichu family in advance. Looks like we’re in a strong position for the festival… So why that expression, can’t you be a little happy?”

“I’m just more concerned about why Daniel wasn’t invited,” Phinis, clearly not as optimistic as Tupac, said calmly, “He is the legitimate heir of Taichu, yet according to the College Head, he refused the offer.”

“Do you still think he has some kind of scheme in mind?” Tupac waved his hand dismissively, “Ah, Phinis, you think too much. That guy Daniel probably felt embarrassed to show up because he couldn’t compete with you for Hewinia, so he decided to yield the spot to newcomers.”

Phinis said nothing, just looked at Tupac.

Sometimes he envied Tupac.

Having a mind that he didn’t need to use, yet still living so comfortably.

However, even though Phinis was indeed concerned about Daniel’s motives, he didn’t need to worry too much. The Taichu family had always disdained engaging in underhanded activities behind the scenes; most of the time, they simply rolled over others directly.

So for now, the real work must go on.

Phinis glanced at Tupac’s bare arms and said indifferently, “If you really don’t want to work today, you can go back, and I’ll find Hewinia myself.”

“How could that be?” As soon as Tupac heard Hewinia’s name, he was instantly energized, “That’s going to be my future wife, and…”

He looked up at the sky, then said with a smile,

“The bet I made with you yesterday, I should confirm it as well.”

A bet?

Phinis was stunned for a moment before he recalled what Tupac meant, so he said indifferently, “I never agreed to that bet.”

“That kind of thing doesn’t matter.” Tupac waved his hand, smiling, “Aren’t you curious about the outcome?”

Phinis shook his head, “Boring.”

He paused, then continued,

“I’m not interested in your petty games. I am more concerned about Hewinia. I have no problem stepping aside for you, but you must ensure that you can handle it… I don’t want her to fall into the hands of the Taichu family.”

“Don’t worry, Phinis,” Tupac grinned, showing a row of bright white teeth, “No one understands women better than I do. Today, I’ll make her sweetly call me Mr. Tupac.”

Phinis glanced at Tupac, as if wanting to remind him of something, but ultimately decided against it.

Then, he found Hewinia with the overly confident Tupac in a restaurant, and upon seeing her, Tupac’s eyes lit up.

Because today, Hewinia’s attire was drastically different from her usual style. The usual Hewinia wore magic robes that were a size larger and brighter in color, which made her look livelier and cuter.

But today, Hewinia was wearing a tight-fitting long robe that was pure black, with hardly any other colors.

It gave her a more mature, solemn, and holy aura.

Added to her already exceptional appearance, it even made Tupac, who considered himself well-versed in women, feel a flutter of desire.

“Good morning, Miss Hewinia,” Tupac, stepping ahead of Phinis, greeted her first while showing his signature white teeth, “You look very pretty today, this color suits you well.”

Hearing the voice, Hewinia raised her head and looked at the approaching Tupac, also revealing a smile.

“Really?” she said softly, “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Tupac.”

For the next while, the three began discussing the pieces for the festival.

Though it was called a discussion, it was mostly just Phinis speaking; Tupac had all his attention on Hewinia, and Hewinia herself did not express many opinions, just listening.

This made it seem like Phinis was the only one doing the work.

But Phinis did not feel displeased by this. In fact, he was quite satisfied with the situation.

Because selecting the Chapters was also a crucial part of the festival.

Even with Seven Notes music, there are levels of quality and emphasis, different Chapters could highlight different notes. From the perspective of the family, any Chapter that could secure first place would do, but from Phinis’ perspective, he naturally preferred the Chapters that focused on his own notes.