We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

Ruoye Mu didn't know how much time had passed, but when she woke up, the classroom seemed to be empty.

She looked up, her gaze inexplicably drifting towards the window.

Sunlight streamed into the classroom through the window lattice, bathing half of the classroom in a halo of light and shrouding the other half in a dark curtain.

A figure from the depths of her memory is smiling at her as an uninvited guest.

Chapter 39 is truly cruel, isn't it? (Please continue reading)

Wakaba Mutsu looked in that direction.

In her memory, that was where the other students sat.

Although she wasn't familiar with them, Ruo Yemu clearly remembered their faces.

These are the impressions that have naturally been etched in my mind from classmates I've spent nearly three years with.

However, at this moment, inside the classroom,

Books and pens lay scattered on the table, the writing on the blackboard hadn't been erased, and the clock in front of them was still ticking slowly.

But the entire classroom was deathly silent and empty.

Ruoye Mutsu didn't seem surprised by the empty classroom; she simply followed her instincts and looked around.

A doll was now sitting in the seat that Toyokawa Shoko had originally been in.

Her face was round and plump, so fair and soft that it seemed as if it could sink in if you pinched it.

Her eyes, however, were extremely simple.

—Two jet-black dots, so clean they are without a trace of impurity, radiating an innocent and pure light.

At this moment, the doll is facing away from the sunlight streaming into the classroom, looking into Wakaba Mutsu's eyes.

If Ye Mu looked at her in return, her expression remaining perfectly calm.

"Xiao Mu, don't be like that."

The doll beckoned to Wakaba Mutsu.

She wore a gorgeous gown in black, red, and white, looking exceptionally elegant.

"I haven't seen you in so long, I really miss you, so I used this method to try and see you."

"Speaking of which, Xiao Mu never resisted meeting me before, so why is she like this now?"

Wakaba Mutsu didn't answer.

The puppet then said:

"Are you still worried about the dinner party this weekend?"

"Hey, this is my specialty. If you don't like these kinds of occasions, Xiao Mu, you can just call me out, right?"

"It's just a few guests. With me here, Xiao Mu, what do you need to worry about?"

……

The doll listed a whole bunch of reasons; if she were a 'human,' she would be hoarse from talking by now.

Ruoye Mu stood up and looked down at her:

"What just happened?"

"Haha."

The doll made an excuse.

"That was just a dream. After all, people often say, 'What you think about during the day, you dream about at night,' right?"

Ruoye Mu stood there, staring directly into her eyes.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a while.

Finally, the puppet said:

"alright."

She sighed:

"Actually, I felt that Xiao Mu was a little sad, so I helped you retrieve some fragments from your memory that might make you happy."

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"

Ruoye Mu stood there quietly, her figure blending into the sunlight like a doll.

"I'm sorry, Xiaomu, I was really worried about you, that's why I did this."

The doll reached out her hand, seemingly wanting Wakaba Mutsu to come closer, but Wakaba Mutsu remained standing still, forcing her to awkwardly withdraw her hand.

"By the way, Xiao Mu, I've come up with a good name for myself."

"How about calling her Metaphor?"

The doll's face suddenly lit up with smugness, showing no trace of its previous frustration.

"Speaking of which, the name actually came from that boy named 'Nan Yun Yu Yue'."

"The first time he played a piece for you at home, it was a really beautiful piece."

"But I don't know why, I always feel that this song is about death, and there is always a kind of sadness like sour lemon."

"So, after thinking about it, I decided to call myself Mortis."

She looked at Wakaba Mutsuki with anticipation:

"Xiao Mu, what do you think of this name?"

Ruoye Mu still did not answer.

Time seemed to stand still again.

Mortis sighed:

"Forget it,"

"Actually, you slept for too long, and the PE class has already started."

"Look if you don't believe me."

Motis jumped from where Toyokawa Shoko was onto the windowsill and opened the window.

There seemed to be a group of people outside making a lot of noise, almost enough to penetrate the classroom.

Looking further away, there were several figures strolling on the playground, and also a group of girls sitting on the benches of the green corridor.

But Ye Mu had no intention of getting any closer; he simply stood still.

"We can't see them here."

"Hey? Don't worry about the details," the puppet said. "I just edited together some clips of your PE class memories and played them out for you."

"But I'm not lying to you, they're in PE class right now, and I reckon it'll be almost time for free time."

"and……"

"They're all having a great time, why don't they go play together?"

"You're not going to go water the cucumbers again, are you? That would be too lonely, and that's not good."

Motis kept nagging and trying to persuade Ruoye Mu.

Ruoye Mu listened without replying for a long time.

After a while, Metis seemed to get tired and stopped talking.

Then, Wakaba Mutsu's voice rang out again:

“They’re unhappy,” she said softly. “So are you.”

Mortis looked somewhat puzzled.

"How could that be? Look at them outside the window, this is the kind of happiness that only this age can have,"

"They have value in terms of monetary worth, and they evoke memories in terms of nostalgia. These are things that you'll see again in your mind's eye even when you die of old age."

She jumped down and landed back on Xiangzi's table.

"And Xiao Mu, I feel very happy to be able to spend time with you every day."

"How could you say I'm unhappy? I don't understand."

Ruo Ye Mu's eyelids were slightly lowered, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pulled down, giving off a quiet yet repressed aura.

"You're not sad because I'm sad for you."

"Isn't that cruel?"

Ruoye Mu said softly.

Her expression remained unchanged throughout, and her golden eyes shone slightly in the golden sunlight.

"I……"

Metis's expression darkened, as if she felt somewhat guilty.

"Don't put on an act in front of me, okay?" Wakaba Mutsu turned around. "You're imitating me in every way. I'll find out."

"Sorry……"

Motis lowered her head.

The next moment, the scene around the classroom began to crumble into pieces.

The walls were peeling, revealing black wallpaper underneath; the sunlight streaming through the windows was now as dark as ink.

All the school supplies and miscellaneous items piled on the desks were cleared away in an instant; it turned out they were just empty decorations and didn't actually exist.

This place is still the basement deep within her soul.

Swish!

Just when everything seems to be fading away, light follows.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The window suddenly lit up, followed by the other windows around it, as well as the blackboard and the ceiling.

Ruo Yemu then realized that the window she had just seen was actually a television, playing a scene from a physical education class she remembered.

It was the same morning, but she skipped gym class that time.

She sat in a corner of the playground, watching her classmates playing. This was what she saw in her eyes at that moment.

"It's still here."

Wakaba Mutsu looked around.

The loneliness in the basement remained unchanged; it was just that Mortis had put on a disguise just now.

Everything here seems unchanged; whenever she feels troubled, she always returns to this place.

Chapter 40 Word Power: Dream Eater

Ruoye Mu stood in this dark basement.

Motis, standing nearby, was also shrouded in shadow, her expression somewhat dejected.

"Xiao Mu, I'm sorry..."

"Forgive me..."

"forgive……"

Her voice grew softer and softer until it sounded like she was muttering to herself.

When Ye Mu turned around and looked at Motisi, she still didn't say anything.

She tried to bring her consciousness back to the surface, as usual, and return to the real world.

however,

suddenly,