I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"Oh, right, Teacher Shen, there's one more question I almost forgot."

"what?"

"You actually told Ye Shuang that I lied to you about kissing and groping your breasts? That's a bit too much of a fabrication!"

"It's just a fabrication of facts based on the circumstances." The girl buried her face in silence for a moment, then chuckled.

"As expected of the Protoss Queen, she can talk about doing bad things with such a righteous and justified tone. Her sense of conviction is too strong."

"It's just stating the facts. Do you think Cheng Feiyu would care about his reputation in this regard?" The girl hugged him tighter.

"That's true, anyway, I've already clarified it with her."

"You actually believed me? You've really been fooled into submission." The girl sneered.

"Let's not talk about that. But Ms. Shen, it seems you've been spreading rumors about us lately. It looks like you're ready to seamlessly switch over once I break up with that guy surnamed Lin?"

“Cheng Feiyu is indulging in delusions again. He said he was just making up some facts based on the situation, and it doesn’t matter anyway. Stop your nonsense. Nobody here wants you to switch seamlessly.”

"I'll take it as a truth for now."

"This is stating the facts!"

"Well, I have a request. Since Your Highness can't come up with a solution, could you please grant my request in another way?"

"What?" The girl immediately became alert.

"How about sending me two selfies? Take pictures of my face and legs, like Ye Shuang's."

"You've already asked other girls for it, yet you still have the audacity to repeat it to me? Cheng Fei, just how shameless can you be?" the girl said coldly.

"Teacher Shen, it's just a selfie, it's not anything valuable. I watch you every day, so it's not a big deal to take a couple of pictures for me, right? Besides, to be honest, if I'm looking for Ye Shuang, it's not for any ulterior motives, but for you it's purely out of affection."

"Cheng Feiyu's Chinese is also beyond saving. Please understand that making such a request to a girl is itself an impure motive."

"That kind of thing is fine no matter what, so are you going to agree or not, Shen Xi?"

The girl paused for a second, then said in a muffled voice, "It's a waste to take pictures anyway, since you'll delete the chat history."

"Don't worry, I'll have Nana save this for me. I'll use it as my lock screen after I break up with Lin Xuanqi," the boy said without hesitation.

"Trash!" The girl was instantly enraged and kicked him hard.

"So hurry up and say yes, my little cutie, I'm a bit sleepy too."

"..."

"Shen Xi?"

"Okay," the girl said reluctantly.

"Goodnight?"

"Good night."

"You can press your legs a little closer. By bending your legs, you can feel the sensation in your calves and thighs at the same time," the boy suddenly said, his serious tone like that of a gourmet tasting a dish.

"Ridiculous! You say it's bad for your health, yet you still do this!"

"As the old saying goes, dying under a peony is still romantic, let alone something that's just a little unhealthy, Teacher Shen."

"Shut up!"

……

The following day, world peace was restored.

Besides, after school in the afternoon, Miriam ran to Cheng Fei crying and said something like, "It's all over, Nagasaki Asuna and Ye Shuang are really together," and the evidence was the Newspaper Monthly.

Cheng Fei could only lament in his heart that journalism was harmful, and then advised her to accept her loss and leave the school to devote herself to real technology work.

When the boy returned to his rented room that evening, he received two selfies from a netizen named Xiao A on WeChat.

A cool, aloof girl with long, dark hair held her phone to her side, her pure, ink-black eyes glancing at the screen. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her expression a mixture of subtle dislike and seriousness. Her exquisite, beautiful face, untouched by any retouching, was more captivating than any edited photo online.

Another photo shows her sitting down, aiming at her legs from above. Her legs are incredibly slender and long, flawless even without any retouching. Her flawless skin is dazzlingly white, and every detail from her thighs to her calves is delicate and beautiful. She wears milky white socks with simple lace and spotless black uniform shoes, exuding a neat and elegant young lady aura.

Compared to Ye Shuang, this photo was taken with much more care, making one wonder if it was actually taken to a standard that could be used directly as a lock screen wallpaper.

Following closely behind, the tea ceremony teacher also sent two selfies.

One photo shows a sweet girl with long, coffee-colored hair, curling her hair with one hand and resting her chin on it, showing her signature gentle and healing smile to the camera. Just looking into her clear, bright eyes, which exude a cheerful idol aura, makes you feel an irresistible charm to respond with a smile. It's practically an idol photoshoot-level selfie.

Another photo is an evil one where the skirt, which is already shorter than others, is deliberately pulled up even higher, and the well-proportioned, fair legs are tightly pressed together, creating an extremely ominous and unsettling feeling.

"Um, it seems like Shen Xi was taking a selfie for Cheng Fei, so I took one too. What do you think?"

"They look great, take a few more pictures, but of course, don't let her notice."

"Yes~ Also, since the answer is correct, there's a special bonus."

Then she sent another photo of Shen Xi and her hugging in front of a mirror. Of course, Shen Xi's disgust was written all over his face. He turned his head and glared at her fiercely, while she looked like she had just pulled off a prank and pressed the shutter with a playful smile.

A group photo that's both frustrating and pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Fei silently gazed at the two girls in the photo, each with a completely different yet captivating aura. After a moment, he shook his head and continued to immerse himself in his busy work.

I received a new message late at night.

"Online"

……

667. Ye Shuang and the Half-Elf Who Sells Oranges

Upper District of Riften, Lord's Mansion.

In the vast council chamber, only a few people sat at the end of the long table. Dim daylight streamed in from the high windows, creating clearly defined paths of light in the air.

Sitting opposite the young Baron of Riften was an envoy from the Holy Dome Empire and his familiar.

"From now on, Riften will be under the jurisdiction of the Empire. The Imperial Light Magic Technology Division will have priority in purchasing locally produced Light Magic Crystals. At the same time, the Empire will station troops to protect the safety of Riften. From now on, you will no longer have to endure the noise of those Allied rats." The lean man stood upright, his white top hat placed beside him.

"About the title..." The pale-faced young man in luxurious clothes across from me had an eager look on his face.

"Of course, you and your family will also regain the titles personally granted by His Majesty, and you will no longer be barons, but viscounts."

"Alright, I agree!" The Baron of Riften nodded immediately, his face beaming with delight.

"Then it's settled. The official documents will arrive soon, and you will become a true Imperial Viscount." Bantu placed his hand on his chest, smiled and nodded to him, then picked up his white top hat.

Soon, under the hopeful gaze of the Baron of Riften, the steward led the Imperial envoy and his familiar away.

There is a well-known fact in Riften: although all the lords have proclaimed themselves barons and are called barons by everyone, the families that control Riften are no longer nobles recognized by the Empire.

Over a century ago, Riften was abandoned by the Empire as a remote and barren frontier, and the first Baron of Riften, who was exiled there at that time, also lost his title.

When the previous Baron of Riften, who was also the grandfather of the current Baron of Riften, was still alive, he had heard countless stories about the magnificent city called the Imperial City.

Unlike Riften, a city rife with poverty, chaos, and death, where people live off mining, the capital is said to be a land flowing with milk and honey, where lights burn all night long, where people are prosperous and healthy, where even beggars live with dignity, and where even the air smells sweet.

Although the previous Baron of Riften never actually reached the capital in his entire life, and he only heard these things from the previous Baron of Riften, it did not prevent him from fulfilling his family's century-old wish and restoring the glory of the empire.

While the Baron of Riften was envisioning his journey to the capital to be granted the title of Viscount, Bantu and Edward were being escorted to their lodgings by their butler.

"If you two need anything, please inform the servants. You are also welcome to explore the Upper City at your leisure, but please do not venture into the Lower City alone, lest you be bothered by some filthy rats and spoil your mood." After giving his instructions, the butler placed his hand on his chest with standard imperial etiquette and turned to leave.

Standing on the balcony with his hands in his pockets, watching the butler walk away, Bantu turned his head, a smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Edward, how are you feeling?"

"It went more smoothly than I expected." The blond youth thought about it seriously.

“Not surprising. The Riften family has been longing to return to the Empire for far too long. Just offer them a viscount title and they'll obediently agree.” Bantu let out a cryptic sneer. “Once we get them on our side, the rest will be easy.”

“I will do everything in my power to help you eliminate the allied forces hiding in this area.” Edward nodded, his gaze becoming firm.

"And while we're at it, we'll also find out who your target is." Bantu smiled confidently, then put his hands on his hips and twisted his neck. "But these things aren't urgent. We still have a few days to relax and recharge."

"Understood, then I shall take my leave." Edward placed his hand on his chest.

Leaving the room, the blond youth led his small, delicate familiar out of the lord's mansion courtyard.

"Edward, where to now?" Jasmine looked up, her voice as ethereal and sickly as ever.

“I’d like to wander around the area first. No one should recognize us, provided you’re not tired,” Edward said softly.

"Not too tired yet."

"That's good."

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked forward.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Miriam.

Before Cheng Fei even stepped out of the cabin, he heard Miriam crying with emotion outside.

"Miss Ye Shuang, you've finally arrived! You've also become Shen Xi's apostle?"

"No, not really. It's just that Cheng Fei and Nana both asked me to come, and I happened to have some time today, so..." Then came a familiar, clear voice.

A well-behaved girl with champagne-gold twin ponytails stood on the deck, making the atmosphere on the airship even more lively than usual.

The rest of the team were also there; today was another day for the Corridor Research Department to collectively log on and play games.

"Master Ye, how did you get here?" Cheng Fei stepped forward, curious.

"Nana brought me here, what's wrong?" Ye Shuang raised her fair chin and glanced at him with a nonchalant expression.

"Um, Cheng Fei, I told her yesterday that I'd bring her here today to experience it. That should be fine, right?" Nagasaki Asuna, standing next to him, tilted her head with her hands behind her back, looking completely harmless.

"No problem, you're good at bluffing." The boy had nothing to say.

At this moment, a cool, silver-haired girl walked over from the side with Leia and Vino, and kicked him with an indifferent expression, "Is talking nonsense fun? Come here quickly, we have a mission today."

“Okay.” The boy’s expression hardened.

Shen Xi turned and left without hesitation. The boy quickly followed, and together with Leia and Weinuo, the four of them left.

Nagasaki Asuna and Ye Shuang stood still and watched this scene unfold.

“Then let’s set off. Zhou Han, where is that tailor shop you mentioned? Could you please lead the way?” Nagasaki Asuna’s eyes darted around, revealing a nonchalant smile.

"Let's go! That shop is in the Upper District, and the dresses there are so pretty, let me tell you!" The petite girl, full of energy, linked arms with Ruan Jingyi.

Unlike Shen Xi's group, their work has temporarily come to an end. Their current task is to find the Shadow. Zhou Han happened to find an interesting shop while strolling around the city, so she decided to take Ye Shuang, who was new to the area, to have a look.

So the Miriam crew split into two groups, with Nagasaki Asuna's group heading straight to the upper city.

Some time later, the tour group of several girls arrived at their destination, a tailor shop located in a secluded corner of the upper town, which seemed to be a place that made clothes for local aristocratic ladies.

As soon as she entered the store, Miriam's eyes lit up as she stared at a certain spot on the wall. "What a beautiful dress! Miss Nagasaki, can I buy that one?"

"It would be best to ask about the price first, since we have limited funds for this." Nagasaki Asuna blinked.

"No matter what, we can always give it a try, right?" Zhou Han pulled Ruan Jingyi toward the counter, her round eyes looking around.

"Of course, ladies, which one would you like to try on?" The short, old tailor sized up the group of women, who were quite attractive, and quickly bowed.

Aside from the others, Ye Shuang silently observed her surroundings, glancing at the street outside the shop window. Suddenly, she noticed a small figure, tilted her head, blinked, and looked curious.

At this moment, Miriam was holding a pale yellow floral dress in front of her, turning it around and gesturing to herself, pestering Nagasaki Asuna for her opinion, while Zhou Han joined in the fun.

"I'm going to browse around over there," the girl with pigtails whispered to Ruan Jingyi, who was watching from the side, before leaving the tailor shop.

On the street outside, a small figure wearing a cloak was carrying a basket and talking to passersby.

"Hello, would you like to buy oranges? Extra sweet oranges." She held up the bright orange fruit in her hand, trying her best to show it to passersby, and said in a childish voice.

The hurried man stopped and looked down curiously. He saw a pair of wine-red, eerie eyes staring at him. The woman seemed to be a blonde half-elf. Her slightly dirty face couldn't hide her doll-like delicacy. She was clearly very cute, but the strange, blank smile on her lips made people feel that the fruit in her hand was not something good.

"No, no." The man shook his head instinctively and quickly left.

The blonde half-elf slumped down, carrying the basket as she walked forward. What was not heavy for an ordinary person was a huge burden for her.

When she encountered a wealthy lady fanning herself with a goose feather fan, she quickly took a piece of fruit from her basket, stood on tiptoe, and held it up to the lady's face with anticipation, "Hello, would you like to buy some oranges? They are really sweet oranges."

The lady glanced at her, frowning. "You're from the lower city, aren't you? Who gave you permission to sell things here?"

"I, I'm not!" The golden-haired half-elf's pupils contracted, as if recalling a bad memory, and he turned and ran.

She ran a short distance carrying the basket, becoming breathless. Looking back to make sure the noblewoman wasn't paying attention anymore, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled back her cloak, and sat down by the roadside to rest. Staring blankly at the oranges in the basket, she muttered, "Why is doing business so difficult..."