Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

"Uh." Yi Lan paused for a moment, then slowly took off her mask and said softly, "It's me."

She never went to acknowledge them.

They were afraid that if Binel found out her identity, she would immediately surrender or launch a full-scale attack to settle a score with a duel.

"Ah! It really is you!" Bina jumped up excitedly, hugged Yilan tightly, and rubbed her head against him. This was the happiest moment she had experienced in the past two weeks.

The frustration of losing the duel vanished completely.

There's a sense of joy, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

In this chaotic, dark, and dangerous place, she finally found a benefactor and friend with whom she had known each other for several years.

Emotions that had been suppressed for who knows how long burst forth like a waterfall.

Even heroes get tired and weary at times.

"What brings you to this place?" Binel looked up and started a conversation.

Two girls who have known each other for several years meet in another world.

Don't have too many topics.

These two can usually chat all night long, and now that they've met an old friend in a foreign land, Bi Nai'er can't stop talking.

After thinking for a moment, Yi Lan replied, "Hmm... I don't know how I got here either."

Everyone else heard the cry, "Come to hell with me!" before they came down, but she was unconscious at the time and didn't know about it.

When I woke up, I was already in the underworld.

“That voice…?” Bina frowned, something was wrong. She narrowed her eyes and stared at Yilan with a scrutinizing gaze.

Feeling a little uneasy under her gaze, Yi Lan asked in a trembling voice, "Wh...what's wrong?"

“You…” Binel asked cautiously, “are you the junior dean or the senior dean?”

"Huh?" Yi Lan was stunned and couldn't keep up the act anymore, so she instinctively made a cute, blank sound.

She was unaware that her teammates secretly categorized her and her sister as the "junior director" and the "senior director."

Binael instantly understood everything: "Oh, it's the young dean."

Only the junior dean would make such a cute "Huh?" sound. If it were the senior dean, his reaction at this moment would probably be to frown and give a cold "Hmm?".

"you..."

Binaire paused, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, and after a long while, she asked a thought-provoking question.

"Why pretend to be the dean of the household?"

The two deans were very easy to distinguish in the eyes of the team members; in their eyes, the two "personalities" were completely different.

The young director would hold a bag of potato chips in one hand, point at them with the other, and shout fiercely, "You all better train properly and don't slack off!"

After each shout, he would take a bite himself first.

However, these patrol slogans usually don't work. The team members can tell at a glance that it's the little director, that lovely and kind little director. Even if they slack off, the little director won't punish them. She herself is a genius at slacking off, so she naturally empathizes with those who slack off.

The lazy team members will continue to be lazy.

At times like these, the dean would appear.

The head of the department didn't need to do anything or say anything; she only needed a glance, or even just a glance.

The lazy team members would reflexively shiver and obediently put on their helmets to train.

The sense of oppression was comparable to a homeroom teacher patrolling the corridor.

Why should two completely different people pretend to be the same?

"Yes, why is that?" Yi Lan murmured to herself.

During this time, she kept asking herself these questions.

why.

Why pretend to be the older sister? She doesn't look like her at all; it's obvious at a glance.

Why suppress one's true nature and pretend to be someone else?

She was very unhappy during her time in the underworld.

Like a preordained calamity, the thing she had been running away from was now coldly laid out before her.

It's so rare for him to laugh, yet he has to act all aloof.

"Could it be!" A sharp light flashed in Binel's eyes.

A bold conjecture arose in her mind, and her gossipy girlish heart burned brightly.

Hero Intelligence +100.

Bina looked around carefully, then leaned close to Ilan's ear and said what she was about to say, making sure no one else knew.

She lowered her voice and whispered, "You don't mean to think..."

"The coach probably likes the university president..."

The shock hit her so hard that Yi Lan's face flushed red, her eyes widened, and she suddenly became flustered: "What...what are you saying!"

"No...nothing like that!"

"impossible!"

"I am... the 6th... or something... anyway, a Saintess! A Saintess of dignity!"

"How could this be...no way!"

She desperately tried to explain herself, trying her best to distance herself from the "coach" that Binelle mentioned.

Bina's gaze froze for a moment, and she thought to herself, "So cute."

Seeing Yi Lan's reaction, she became even more convinced of her guess, and her expression slowly became serious.

Let's tone down our gossipy girlish hearts a little.

She felt that she should say something now to break down the distorted relationship between the two of them.

“The coach,” Binaire said after a moment’s thought, “probably doesn’t care whether you’re the headmaster or the junior headmaster.”

He might—

I like you as a person.

Upon hearing this, Yi Lan slowly stopped shaking her head in resistance, her dull eyes flickering with a trembling light.

Bina smiled slightly and said, "It's normal for people to have two sides."

There are heroes of light and heroes of darkness.

"People are the same."

"What's important is the memories of spending time together."

"Whether it's the head of the department or the junior head of the department."

She looked directly into Yi Lan's eyes and said earnestly, "I like them all."

"I believe the coach feels the same way."

Chapter 690 The Final Duel (1)

"How could he possibly like me... Everyone's confessing their love to me..." Yi Lan muttered to herself, her voice barely audible to herself, tinged with a hint of resentment.

"and..."

Her brows furrowed, her expression sorrowful, and she couldn't even utter the words she was about to say to herself.

My sister is missing, and her family can only be rescued by her.

The tribesmen of the Sixth Bad Stop made a deal with Huki, exchanging a God Card for it.

How can we save the clansmen who can be reformed in the Death Prison Township?

There's a good chance that the sister often mentions Chidocaros, someone who must be rescued.

The only solution she could think of was to return to the Dragon Kingdom, put on the Saintess's crown again, and travel through the Dragon Kingdom's "little black room" to the Death Prison Village.

But if one accepts the saint's crown.

I can't stay with him anymore.

Binael watched with growing anxiety, shaking Yilan's hand and saying, "Hey, what's going on, you two?"

Tell me about it.

The CP leader is getting anxious; their relationship seems to be in trouble.

Will we still be able to attend this banquet?

"Ah~~" Yi Lan shook her head in grievance, and finally sighed deeply, "I can't explain it clearly."

"Never mind, I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Binair became even more anxious, her eyes widening as she shouted, "Hey—let's chat a little longer!"

Yi Lan shook off her gossipy best friend's hand, ran up to the elevator platform, and waved goodbye: "See you again—"

"Remember to say it properly!" Binel shouted, cupping her hands together like a megaphone. "Go for it!"

"Young Dean, you can do it!"

Yi Lan shouted back, "I can't!"

The elevator rumbled and the metal mechanism trembled violently, sending her to the eleventh floor in a few breaths.

The scene before her eyes stunned her.

The cold wind howled, blowing her hair in disarray, and all around was pitch black.

Above us was a huge full moon.

The eleventh floor is no longer an enclosed room, but an open-air rooftop, the entire top of the snow-capped mountain, a huge flat area.

There was also a familiar wooden door that sent chills down my spine.