The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

Wu Ge held the rim of the coffee cup between her fingertips and took a small sip.

His voice, still slightly slurred from the effects of alcohol, slurred as he spoke:

"You're right. I've thought about those questions you raised yesterday carefully, and they really don't make sense."

Her shoulders were tense as she said this.

She subconsciously shrank back in her chair, as if she were building an invisible defense for herself.

"Which parts specifically?"

Mu Jing smiled faintly and, mimicking her manner, took a sip of coffee, her movements relaxed and composed.

He leaned forward slightly, adopting an extremely humble posture.

His gaze fell on Wuge with focused gentleness, and he deliberately slowed down his speech.

The attempt was to use this relaxed atmosphere to guide Wuge to open her heart.

"first,"

Wu Ge suddenly looked up and stared at Mu Jing, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the rim of the cup:

"Yesterday, I don't know why, but no matter what you did, I felt extremely disgusted."

That is, as you said, there is a bias against you.

Or perhaps they have a preconceived notion that you are a cunning hypocrite.

"But after thinking about it yesterday, that feeling has disappeared today."

She added, her tone tinged with confusion.

Mu Jing nodded slowly, his smile unchanged, but a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

This was not because Wuge resolved the issue on her own.

Rather, he deliberately avoided that little devil yesterday and didn't get tainted by her aura.

Instead, it deliberately acquired the flavor of Xuehua.

The aura of the little devil is inherently formless and intangible.

Normally, even the strongest members of human forces would not be able to detect anything amiss based on a mere wisp of aura they come into contact with.

He hadn't expected that Wuge could perceive it so accurately.

"Secondly, that is..."

At this point, Wuge's brows furrowed suddenly.

The coffee cup tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound, and the tone was tinged with unresolved worries:

"You mentioned yesterday, where exactly was I when you were fighting Chizuki?"

"I must have been asleep at the time?"

Or rather, I don't remember where I was at all.

Wu Ge's gaze shifted from Mu Jing's face to the group photo on the wall.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, his voice became erratic, and his intoxication was becoming increasingly apparent.

"When I woke up, your battle with Chizu was almost over."

Only the injured Miss Yuki, my younger brother, the dead Chizuki, and you, the victor, remain on the field.

She clenched her fists tightly, her tone becoming sharper:

"My first reaction was, 'You're the mastermind! You orchestrated all of this; you're nothing but a fake hero!'"

"This premonition became even stronger when I saw you again yesterday, and I almost couldn't help but hit you."

After Wu Ge finished speaking, her shoulders slumped instantly, and her eyes became unfocused again.

She raised her hand and rubbed her throbbing temples, her drunkenness deepening.

Mu Jing maintained his gentle smile, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table with a slow, relaxed rhythm, showing no displeasure at being questioned.

But in his heart, he already held Wuge in higher regard.

Even though she had no evidence, she kept questioning herself.

But her premonition that "Mu Jing is the mastermind" was not wrong.

Or rather, he was half the mastermind behind it all.

"Does this happen frequently, or has it just started in the last few days?"

Mu Jing gently put down the coffee cup, his movements so soft that they made no sound.

He maintained his gentle, forward-leaning posture and patiently asked.

No, I rarely reject someone from the bottom of my heart.

Moreover, this sudden falling asleep isn't a recent phenomenon.

Jing probably noticed it too; my younger brother always says I look drunk.

She paused, then looked up at Mu Jing, her gaze filled with a mixture of uncertainty and confusion.

"Does Jing think I really drank too much?"

The scene of their chance encounter on campus before the prologue flashed through Mu Jing's mind.

At that time, Yingli was still telling Wuge not to drink so much.

"I don't think Chairman Wu is the type of person who likes to drink."

But I do often see you looking drowsy. Is it because you're not sleeping well?

Wu Ge frowned, staring unfocusedly at the table, and raised her hand to support her forehead, her voice tinged with grievance:

"Actually, I'm also very confused, and my younger brother always misunderstands me."

He always felt that I wouldn't do this for no reason; I must have been secretly drinking behind his back.

"So what exactly is the reason?"

Mu Jing leaned back slowly in his chair, his tone still gentle.

He slowly raised his hands from his sides, palms facing up.

Spread your fingers naturally, then gently flatten them and place them on your thigh.

"I don't know either, that's exactly what I wanted to ask you."

Wu Ge spoke in a flat tone, as if she were talking about someone else's affairs:

"And I go to bed very early every day, but I still feel dizzy and exhausted when I wake up in the morning."

If I understand correctly.

You just said, "Suddenly falling asleep isn't something that just started happening in the last few days."

She also mentioned going to bed very early every day. Is there a connection between these two things?

Mu Jing's voice remained gentle, his gaze focused on Wu Ge, without interrupting her, but rather guiding the conversation appropriately.

Wu Ge nodded, then unconsciously shook her head, and continued:

"Jing was right."

I don't know when it started, but every night I fall asleep without even realizing it.

No matter how early I go to bed, I still feel extremely tired the next morning.

"Did you have Eagle observe whether there was anything unusual about you while you were asleep?"

"I feel like I can't hide anything from Jing."

"Of course I asked him to check on me, but he said I was just sleeping normally and there was nothing unusual about it."

Wu Ge tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a helpless smile, but her eyes were full of confusion.

"So, when you wake up in the morning, is the dizziness you feel from lack of sleep, or the dizziness you feel from being drunk?"

"If I had to choose one, it would be the dizzy feeling of being drunk."

How do you view your current state? Have you consulted a psychologist or anything like that?

"At first, I didn't think it was a bad thing."

Wu Ge said calmly:

At first, I thought going to bed early was a good thing.

Isn't it said that going to bed early and waking up early is good for your health?

And although I looked drunk, it didn't affect my studies; in fact, I felt my mind became sharper.

She paused, her brows furrowing again, a hint of unease creeping into her voice:

"What I found strange were the two points that Jing pointed out yesterday."

First of all, I actually fell asleep while my younger brother was in danger.

Secondly, she also developed such strong negative feelings towards you.

Mu Jing slowly brought his hands together, his fingertips gently touching, and placed them on the table:

"So, it seems you're not just having physical problems, but also some psychological issues."

"Huh? Is Kagami basically sentencing me to death?"

Wu Ge blinked, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of helplessness:

"But to be honest, I think so too."

"This condition requires targeted treatment, and I happen to know some of the corresponding treatment methods."

Mu Jing said with a smile.

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