My ex-girlfriend is a magical girl junior?

Chapter 222 Luo Bingli's Second Social Death

Su Yuqing walked out of her room, and the crisp sound of the door closing completely shut out Ji Ying's confused gaze.

She didn't linger in the corridor, but led Ye Zixuan straight to the closed door next door, skillfully turned the doorknob, and went in first.

"Where is this—" Ye Zixuan looked at the unfamiliar room in front of her, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"My brother's room."

Su Yuqing answered casually, then turned on the room's chandelier with practiced ease. The soft light instantly filled the entire space, allowing Ye Zixuan to see the whole room clearly.

Unlike Su Yuqing's cozy bedroom, which was full of girlish charm, this room was decorated in an extremely simple and clean manner, and could even be described as having a slightly "ascetic" feel.

Whether it was the neatly folded bedding, the orderly books on the desk, or the spotless floor, everything was completely different from the messy and dirty rooms of ordinary high school boys that she had stereotyped about.

"What are you waiting for? Come in and sit down."

Su Yuqing's voice came from the room, interrupting Ye Zixuan's thoughts.

She looked up and saw that Su Yuqing had already walked to the bedside and sat down, patting the empty space next to her to indicate that she should go over as well.

"Why did you bring me here?" Ye Zixuan hesitated for a moment, but still sat down on the edge of the bed as instructed. "Even if there's something that Xiaoli and Xiaoying can't know, couldn't we just talk about it in the hallway?"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yuqing gave a slightly innocent and confused look. "There's no particular reason. I just feel it's a bit strange for the two of us to be standing in the corridor chatting like idiots. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sit and chat?"

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This response, so characteristic of the other person and full of casualness and self-righteousness, left Ye Zixuan speechless for a moment.

She then voiced her suspicions: "I thought—you were planning to use your familiarity with this room to show me—the unusual intimacy between you and your brother."

"What's there to show off? Zixuan, you've misunderstood." Su Yuqing waved her hand casually and replied with a smile.

"Is that so?" Ye Zixuan nodded gently, her gaze sweeping over the clean and tidy room again, and said softly, "However, this room is quite unexpected."

"Unexpected?" Su Yuqing was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to understand something and asked hesitantly, "What do you think—what should A-Che's room be like?"

"It won't be the kind of room where the blankets are never made, unwashed dirty clothes and clutter are piled up everywhere, and there's even a strong smell of stinky socks, will it?"

"Well----"

Ye Zixuan instinctively wanted to nod, but immediately realized that it was very impolite to comment on a complete stranger in this way, so she could only awkwardly look away and remain silent instead of answering.

Realizing she had been absolutely right, Su Yuqing felt a surge of displeasure. She glared at Ye Zixuan and said angrily, "How could it be like that? If A-Che really dared to make such a mess of the room, I'd personally give him a good beating!"

"—I'm sorry, I take back what I said earlier." Ye Zixuan looked at Su Yuqing's expression and wisely chose to apologize. "Staying overnight in this room doesn't seem—it's not such an unacceptable thing."

"That's more like it." Su Yuqing nodded in satisfaction. "I'll forgive you since you're so sincere."

Then, she immediately regained her wary expression and emphasized, "But I already said, even if you want to sleep, I won't let you! Tonight, you'll just sleep in my room!"

Seeing that the conversation had drifted off-topic again, Ye Zixuan sighed inwardly and quickly steered the conversation back on track: "So, what exactly are the conditions you want to tell me? Why are you specifically avoiding those two?"

"If you're trying to convince me with some excuse, then forget it." Her tone became firm. "On the issue of fighting for Xiaoying's 'right to sleep with her,' I will absolutely not waver."

Looking at her serious expression, Su Yuqing revealed a mysterious smile: "Saying that you want to avoid them is actually just a way to avoid Xiaoying."

"As for whether it will shake your resolve—why don't you take a look at this first?"

As she spoke, she took out her phone from her pajama pocket, skillfully unlocked it, opened a video in her photo album, and then turned the screen towards Ye Zixuan and handed it to her.

"This is—" Ye Zixuan's eyes widened instantly.

The screen was playing a dimly lit video, which appeared to have been filmed in the room she had just left.

The video camera was slightly shaky, but the focus was perfectly clear on a petite figure lying on her side, fast asleep—it was Xiaoying, whom they had just been fiercely fighting over.

Ji Ying stared at the closed door, blinked in confusion, then turned to look at the only girl left in the room, and opened his mouth as if to say something.

However, this simple eye contact caused Luo Bingli's cool and beautiful face to turn bright red in an instant.

Previously, when Su Yuqing and Ye Zixuan were in the room, Luo Bingli was able to barely maintain her composure because the other party's focus was not on her.

But now, with only herself and Jiying alone in the room, she immediately couldn't help but recall her previous actions, and a wave of shame washed over her.

—She—she definitely knows everything. She sensed all those—those—impolite little gestures I made just now.

—How embarrassing, I'm too ashamed to face her!—

—Will Xiaoying think I'm weird? Will she dislike me because of it?

The thought of this possibility sent an overwhelming panic through Luo Bingli. Like a startled rabbit, she buried her head even lower, completely avoiding eye contact with the other person.

In her panic, she instinctively hugged the clone in her arms even tighter, as if trying to draw a little sense of security from it.

However, Luo Bingli's subconscious action immediately made Ji Ying's expression turn strange.

"cough----"

She coughed slightly, a little embarrassed, and reminded him in an unnatural tone, "Um, Xiaoli, could you loosen your grip a little? You're hugging me a bit too tightly."

"ah--!"

Luo Bingli then realized what she had just done, let out a short gasp, and abruptly released her arms from holding the Shadowless clone.

Before she could even think, driven by immense shame, she instinctively covered her burning cheeks with both hands, shrinking into a tiny ball, wishing she could instantly lose her memory or simply disappear from the world.

Ji Ying could clearly sense Luo Bingli's embarrassment and awkwardness at this moment. Although she also felt embarrassed, she knew that she had to take the initiative to break the deadlock.

So, she coughed lightly, came to Luo Bingli's side, and spoke in as gentle and natural a tone as possible, "Um, Xiaoli, are you alright?"

"Waaah————"

Luo Bingli still felt ashamed and indignant. Hearing Ji Ying's question, she had no courage to answer. She could only bury her face deeper in the quilt and squeeze out a sob that was not clear in her throat.

Just then, she suddenly felt a gentle touch on the top of her head; someone was gently stroking her head.

Luo Bingli carefully moved her hands, which were covering her face, aside, and found that Ji Ying, who had appeared beside her at some point, was looking at her with a gentle and doting smile. There was no blame or mockery in his dark red eyes, only pure care and tolerance.

Looking into those eyes, Luo Bingli's heart, which had been pounding violently with shame and embarrassment, suddenly calmed down considerably.

Although she covered her face with her hand again the moment their eyes met, she still mustered her courage and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "—I'm sorry, Xiaoying."

"Xiao Li, I don't blame you," Ji Ying said gently. "What happened before was just an accident, and I know you didn't do it on purpose, so—don't blame yourself like this anymore."

"Sit up and let's talk, okay?"

Under Ji Ying's patient and gentle guidance, Luo Bingli hesitated for a moment before slowly sitting up from the bed, but still kept her head down, not daring to meet her gaze.

Looking at her like this, Ji Ying smiled helplessly.

Immediately, a slightly solemn expression appeared on her face, and she said softly, "Xiao Li, I can—"

Can I ask you for a favor? This is very important to me.

Upon hearing this, Luo Bingli was slightly taken aback and looked up at Ji Ying with some surprise, wondering why the other party would suddenly ask her in such a solemn tone.

Even so, she immediately straightened her back, her face showing an extremely serious expression, and said firmly, "Xiaoying, just tell me. Whatever it is, I will try my best to do it well. What do you want me to do?"

Jiying nodded, then said, "That is—keep it a secret for me, and don't tell Yuqing and Zixuan about this."

As she spoke, she added with lingering fear, "If those two knew that I could share my senses with my clone—heaven knows what they would do, I would definitely be tormented by them."

"Eh?"

Luo Bingli was somewhat confused by this request. In her opinion, even if Xiaoying didn't take the initiative to tell her, she would naturally keep the secret for her.

Given Xiaoying's intelligence, she should know this perfectly well, so why did she ask me this in such a solemn tone? Could it be that—

Looking at the expression on Ji Ying's face, Luo Bingli suddenly realized—was Ji Ying using this method to help her recover from the embarrassment and shyness she had just experienced?

Upon realizing this, Luo Bingli felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and then whispered, "Xiaoying, thank you."

"You're welcome. It's also my fault for not testing my new ability beforehand, otherwise—" Ji Ying smiled and shook his head, his gaze unconsciously turning to his clone, and said with some helplessness, "That kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

"But if this hadn't happened, I wouldn't have been able to do it openly and honestly all the time—" Luo Bingli thought to herself uncontrollably.

Especially when she heard Ji Ying's words, which seemed to imply that he would no longer easily create clones in the future, she felt a strange sense of resentment.

—No, if we don't do something, then in the future…

She immediately tried to ask, "Speaking of which, Xiaoying, is the only sense that your clone can share the only sense of touch? Can you see things through the clone's eyes, or hear sounds through its ears?"

"If you may, when we were sharing information just now, weren't you receiving information from both sides simultaneously—didn't you find it a bit confusing?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Ying pondered for a moment.

She carefully recalled the feeling from just now and then said, "At that time, it seemed that I could only share the sense of touch. You're right. If I could have synchronized the vision and hearing of my clone, it would have felt a bit confusing."

"After all, the main body and the clone are in different locations and see different things."

"While the content heard is largely the same, the difference in volume and direction of the sound might create a 'resonance' effect in my perception."

Upon hearing this answer, Luo Bingli secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had actually mustered a lot of courage to ask that question. If Ji Ying had given a positive answer, she might have fainted from embarrassment on the spot.

But since the answer matched one of the possibilities she had anticipated, she immediately followed this line of thought and continued to ask, "Since touch can be shared, then theoretically other senses must also be able to be shared, perhaps—"

Which sense do you choose to share?

"But because you've only just acquired this ability and haven't fully mastered it yet, that's why you've become like this—only passively sharing tactile sensation?"

"What you said makes a lot of sense." Ji Ying's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded in affirmation of this guess. Then she closed her eyes and began to calm down and try out the new ideas proposed by Luo Bingli.

Immediately afterward, under Luo Bingli's expectant gaze, the clone lying next to her slowly got up from the bed.

It first looked down at its own hands, then raised its head and said in a voice with a hint of realization, "So that's how it is. Now this clone has the same five senses as my original body, which is completely different from the situation before when it could only passively share the sense of touch."

She turned to look at Luo Bingli, a smile of approval on her face: "Xiaoli, you're right. I can freely control which senses my clone shares with my main body. Before, I only had the sense of touch, which was indeed because I hadn't fully mastered this ability yet."

Luo Bingli immediately seized the opportunity, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she pressed on, "Then—Xiaoying, can you temporarily block out all of your clone's senses?"

"Xiao Li, you mean—" Ji Ying immediately understood the subtext in Luo Bing Li's words.

Reason told her that she should immediately refuse the request and recall all her clones to avoid any further unexpected accidents, but she just couldn't bring herself to say the words of refusal.

Luo Bingli's cheeks flushed slightly, but instead of lowering her head to avoid him as before, she mustered her courage to look directly at Ji Ying and nodded gently.

"I'll feel much more at ease doing this—is that okay? It won't bother you, will it?"

Ji Ying remained silent for a moment, then, under Luo Bingli's gaze filled with tension and anticipation, slowly nodded and said softly, "I—I'll give it a try."

"Um----"

"Mmm!" Luo Bingli replied with delight.

This "no denial" answer was the greatest affirmation for her. She could clearly realize that Xiaoying did not dislike her closeness.

A moment later, Ji Ying spoke again, saying to Luo Bingli, "It should have succeeded, Xiao Li, why don't you give it a try?"

Luo Bingli nodded gently, and cautiously approached the motionless clone, reaching out her finger to gently poke its delicate cheek.

Immediately, she jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, turned her head nervously, and stared intently at Ji Ying, observing his reaction.

Ji Ying sensed it briefly, and after confirming that she hadn't received any touch, she smiled and nodded at her: "Hmm—I don't feel anything."

"Really?" Luo Bingli asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, I didn't feel anything just now, it was just—"

Before Ji Ying could finish speaking, Luo Bingli could no longer contain her joy and let out a rare, exhilarating cheer, her face beaming with a radiant smile.

Immediately, she rushed over, savoring the warmth and peace of mind that she had regained.

However----

"—I don't think I'm quite proficient at this ability yet. Sometimes it causes my mind to wander uncontrollably between myself and my clone—like right now."

The second half of the sentence was slowly spoken by the clone with an extremely awkward smile on his face.

Luo Bingli's movements froze instantly, and she fell into a brief slump.

Upon realizing that the shadow clone she was pressing down on and making all sorts of intimate gestures was actually no different from the real her, she immediately let out a short, almost distorted scream, sprang off the shadow clone, quickly shrank to the other side of the bed, and tightly wrapped herself in the blanket.

She uttered incoherent, unintelligible cries: "Ugh—ah—that—I—I—am not—."

—I want to die—I want to disappear from this world right now—or at least let everything that just happened become a dream!

Seeing Luo Bingli almost faint on the spot, Ji Ying felt extremely embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He could only let her calm down by herself first.

A long and eerie silence fell over the room.

After some time, seeing that the "quilt spirit" girl seemed to have stopped trembling, she tentatively spoke, trying to change the subject and divert the awkwardness: "Um—Yuqing and Zixuan have been out for so long, I wonder what they've been talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Bingli, though still feeling very shy, slowly pulled the blanket off her head, revealing a pair of eyes that were still misty with tears.

Earlier, when she saw Yuqing ask Zixuan to take her phone with her when she left the room, she almost immediately remembered—

The morning after Xiaoying revealed her true identity to them, what "good deeds" did Yuqing do while Xiaoying was half asleep and in a daze?

Therefore, she looked at Jiying, who was still completely unaware of the situation, with a complex expression, gently shook her head, and whispered, "I can probably guess a little about what they're talking about."

"But Xiaoying, it's better if you don't know."

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Upon hearing this answer, Jiying was once again plunged into deep confusion.