Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

"Oh no, if I keep waiting like this I'll have to stay up all night! Do you know how much damage staying up late does to your skin?!"

March 7th shook Xing's shoulders wildly, so hard that Xing's gray hair swung back and forth in the air.

A considerable amount of time has passed since Lu Ze sent the last message, and the chat interface has remained quiet with no new messages popping up.

From the initial nervous anticipation of March 7th, to the later restlessness, and now to the complete anxiety, I'm clinging to Xing like a koala clinging to a branch.

Xing was so dizzy from being dazzled that she saw stars and almost dropped her phone.

She struggled to steady her wrist and waved the phone screen toward March 7th.

"I understand. How about I urge Lu Ze for you..."

Her words were broken by the shaking, her head swaying back and forth with March 7's movements, her gray hair and bangs sweeping in front of her eyes.

She felt that if she was shaken like that a few more times, her brain would be shaken to its core by March 7th.

"Now is a critical moment."

Walter put down his teacup, the ceramic bottom making a crisp, light sound as it touched the table.

His tone remained as calm as ever: "I think it's best not to distract Lu Ze. If March is tired, she can go back to her room to rest and come back to check the results tomorrow morning."

He's been there, and he knows all too well that any moment of distraction at a critical moment could lead to irreversible consequences.

Moreover, Lu Ze was not facing an ordinary person, but a Herrscher and the entire defensive force of the Tower of Babel.

If you send a message at this time, and the notification sound reveals his location, the consequences could be disastrous.

"don't want--"

March 7th drew out the last syllable, his cheeks puffed out roundly, and he turned his head to face Walter with his bulging cheeks.

She loosened her grip on Xing's shoulder, but then changed the target of her protest: "I can't sleep at all until I see the ending!"

"Is this your reason for staying up all night watching dramas?"

Xing was telling the absolute truth.

Don't let her seemingly skin-conscious appearance fool you; if there's a TV series that catches her eye, she can stay up until the next morning.

"How about I make a cup of coffee for Xiaosanyue to perk her up?"

Himeko approached with a smile, a delicate ceramic coffee cup now in her hand.

The liquid in the glass was a deep brown color that defied description by any natural color, with faint, eerie bubbles rising to the surface, and a smell that was a mixture of burnt and herbal notes was quietly spreading through the air.

March 7th's pupils suddenly contracted.

She instantly sprang away from Xing, retreating three steps with a reaction speed comparable to that in battle.

"Um... suddenly thinking about it, staying up all night once in a while seems like a pretty novel thing..."

Her voice was tinged with panic, and she forced a smile that looked more like a grimace before quickly casting a pleading glance at Xing.

That look seemed to say: Save me, or Sister Himeko is really going to make me drink that stuff.

Xing remained silent, only giggling foolishly.

As she watched March 7th's alarmed expression, the corners of her mouth curved into a wider smile, and her golden eyes were filled with schadenfreude.

"Say something! Do you want to drink Himeko-nee's coffee?"

On March 7th, seeing that she not only didn't help but also stood by and laughed, he was furious and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on Xing's waist.

"Hiss—just one sentence!"

Xing gasped in pain.

She did say "one sentence," not a word more, not a word less, with a very serious expression on her face.

March 7th was stunned for a moment, blinked twice, and went over the conversation in her mind again before realizing that she had been tricked.

"Oh my god~ You actually dared to use that joke with me!"

On March 7th, I rolled up my sleeves and decided to teach this annoying little raccoon a lesson.

Xing chuckled foolishly as she shrank into the corner of the sofa, holding up her phone as a shield.

"Wake up, baseball bat raccoon!"

On March 7th, he pounced on her and tickled her. The two rolled around on the sofa, their gray and pink hair intertwined, laughter and pleas for mercy rising and falling.

Himeko watched with a smile, holding a coffee cup, while Walter adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly.

Dan Heng maintained his crossed arms posture, but he turned his head slightly, and his shoulders seemed to move slightly.

Just as Xing was preparing to press her advantage and completely subdue the mischievous raccoon on March 7th, her phone rang.

ding-ding-

Two crisp beeps sounded like a pause button had been pressed.

March 7th's movements froze in mid-air, her hands still poised to pinch Xing's cheeks, her short pink hair falling down and brushing against Xing's forehead.

Himeko put down her coffee, Walter leaned forward slightly, and Dan Heng's gaze returned. The entire party car fell silent for a moment, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Xing quickly broke free from March 7's clutches and lit up the screen.

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