Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

"It's nothing, just checking if you're still there."

Upon hearing this answer, Song Yuan turned her head back and casually said:

"Don't look back at me unless it's important. Focus on your work."

The sound of searching filled the room again. Song Yuan searched the entire office, and after confirming there were no keys, she waved for Qiao Ran to leave.

"Let's go, next one."

After speaking, she took two steps forward. Realizing Qiao Ran hadn't followed, Song Yuan turned back to look at him, this time with a hint of doubt in her eyes:

"What's wrong?"

"I suddenly feel a bit uncomfortable in my heart," Qiao Ran said, her face pale and extremely weak, clutching her chest tightly. "Can you help me?"

Song Yuan raised an eyebrow, turned and walked towards Qiao Ran—although she felt strange, she did not refuse him:

"Well, your illness really came at the right time. You didn't feel unwell at all when your health was down to 2 in the previous two dungeons."

Qiao Ran smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to either, but my illness is unpredictable."

Song Yuan was already used to carrying Qiao Ran on her back. However, this time there weren't hordes of kids chasing them, so there was no need to protect her in front. Therefore, Song Yuan simply squatted down, intending to carry Qiao Ran on her back.

"Come on up."

"Thank you for your hard work~"

Qiao Ran placed one hand on her shoulder, a tiny, shimmering blue thread peeking out from her fingertips, just as she was about to pierce her neck, Song Yuan suddenly turned around:

The thread darted back in fright, and Qiao Ran's smile froze on her face. She forced a smile and asked her:

"W-what's wrong? It can't be because I'm too heavy that people are complaining about me, right? That would make me really sad..."

To everyone's surprise, Song Yuan simply asked, puzzled, "Aren't you going to change your female appearance this time?"

Previously, whenever Song Yuan needed to take Qiao Ran along, Qiao Ran would snap her fingers beforehand to transform into the blonde beauty she had appeared in when they first met. Qiao Ran seemed to really like this look, and when she was in female form, she was relatively lighter, making it easier for her to move around.

Qiao Ran's expression froze for a moment: "Huh?" But she quickly recovered, "Oh... I forgot, it's about time to change now, haha..."

This time, Qiao Ran didn't snap her fingers. The next second, she transformed into a girl with shoulder-length black hair, delicate features, wearing a white dress, and a medium-sized, well-proportioned figure.

But Song Yuan continued to stare intently at him, her eyes unblinking. Qiao Ran felt a little unsteady on his feet, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and chuckled:

"Haha, why are you staring at me like that? I'll be too embarrassed to go up to you."

"It's nothing. You didn't even clap before using your talent this time," Song Yuan looked at him calmly. "Didn't you say before that using your talent needs a little prelude to look cool?"

Qiao Ran nodded as if suddenly realizing something, and raised her hand to prepare to transform again:

"Oh, right, I did say that. It's okay, I'll try again... Oops!"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yuan decisively grabbed his wrists, twisted them behind his back, pressed his face to the ground, and took a rope from her backpack to tie him up tightly. She also removed the communicator from his right ear.

Qiao Ran's exposed eye looked at her in a panic:

"Song Yuan, what are you doing?! Ouch...it hurts! Don't tie it so tight..."

Song Yuan squatted down beside him, her gaze meeting his coldly:

"It seems you've forgotten quite a lot. May I ask, what exactly do you remember? Or rather, are you still Qiao Ran?"

Qiao Ran looked completely innocent, then reverted to her original form and argued, "Of course I'm Qiao Ran, isn't that obvious? That happened so long ago, it's normal that I don't remember, right?"

Song Yuan grabbed him by the back of the neck, lifted him up, and threw him against the wall, saying sarcastically:

"Yes, someone who can remember all the high school knowledge they learned five years ago can't remember what they said in the last two days—it's an unconscious habit. Even the reason you're talking to me with this face is to gain my sympathy."

"I don't understand what you're saying," Qiao Ran continued, forcing a smile. "Let's keep looking for it. That's the most important thing right now, isn't it?"

"Shut up. Can't you even tell us what we're looking for?"

Song Yuan frowned and examined Qiao Ran from all sides. It was strange; Qiao Ran had been controlled without her noticing. She checked all of Qiao Ran's exposed skin but found no wounds or other abnormal marks.

Could it be under the clothes?

Qiao Ran suddenly had a bad feeling: "Song Yuan, I'm really fine, please untie me! Stop joking, this is no joke at all!"