Spreading Gospel as the God of Bishoujo

Page Twenty-Five The Last Day (Referring to the day before vacation)

“Did you take too long because you were busy having fun in there?”

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, Xiao Lei greeted me with a teasing grin, as if she believed I had been doing electrical work inside.

“Hmm, don’t underestimate me. I struggled like crazy to suppress this evil chaos.”

“Haha, don’t hold back on me, okay?”

“Alright, go to sleep. It’s the last day of school tomorrow, so don’t be late.”

Considering Zhao Zhao’s grades… he would probably have to spend a significant portion of his summer at a cram school without air conditioning.

I opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, intending to bring out the winter quilt to make a makeshift bed on the floor.

“Chairman, what are you still looking for? Aren’t you going to sleep?” she said, shifting her body and patting the empty space beside her.

“Huh? Are we sleeping together?”

Only then did I realize that Xiao Lei was sleeping against the wall, leaving plenty of room for me. Was it about to progress from two people sharing a room to actually sharing a bed?

Gulp, unable to resist, I swallowed my saliva. Why did her slightly better-than-Xiao Hai Tang’s washboard figure always leave me feeling parched?

“We’ve slept together before, so why are you so nervous? If you don’t care about me, I can turn back into Zhao Zhao and endure the pain to sleep with you.” No, I definitely don’t want to sleep with Zhao Zhao, especially since he’d squash me like a bug in his sleep.

Even if we did sleep together before, it was back when we were kids. As adults, how could I possibly share a bed with another man?

Thinking about it, when we were young, Xiao Hai Tang also slept with us.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, I found myself climbing onto the bed and lying down next to Xiao Lei.

“Good night,” Xiao Lei said, then found the switch on the wall, plunging the room into darkness. Only the moonlight filtered through the balcony, casting a cold white frost over the carpet.

Xiao Lei closed her eyes first, emitting soft snores. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, forming a beautiful arc. Her delicate sleeping face was more elegant than the most exquisite doll, making anyone who looked at her feel at ease.

In fact, when she was quiet, she seemed to exude an even purer feminine charm.

I thought again about what she said about liking me…

When I avoided Zhao Ma, if I hadn’t backed away when she leaned in, would she really have kissed me?

Sometime recently, the line between Xiao Lei and Zhao Zhao became increasingly clear. Although they are the same person, I instinctively saw them as two separate individuals, which wasn’t a good sign.

Immediately after, the accumulated fatigue of the day surged, and I fell asleep with my eyes closed.

In a daze, a soft sensation touched my forehead…

…

When the alarm clock woke me up, it was exactly 7:30.

Trying to sit up, I realized I couldn’t move. Ghost pressing? No, it was Xiao Lei pinning me down.

I was lying sideways facing Xiao Lei. At this moment, Xiao Lei was like an octopus, wrapping herself around my back. Both arms locked around my throat, one leg around my waist, firmly pinning me to the bed.

Was she treating me like a dummy for training?

Most importantly, being so tightly hugged by a girl early in the morning, Chen Bo wouldn’t want to leave…

Fortunately, Xiao Lei woke up at my movement, releasing her grip from my throat and sitting up.

“Chairman, good morning.”

I turned around, and she rubbed her eyes, yawning cutely.

“Morning. Go wash up and change your clothes. You need to revert back for school.”

“Yes, I must revert back.” I thought she might resist, but Xiao Lei was surprisingly open-minded.

After washing up, Xiao Lei had already changed into Zhao Zhao’s loose male clothing.

This meant erasing Zhao Zhao’s name. Xiao Lei seemed calm, but I was panicking.

What if Xiao Lei’s influence made Zhao Zhao so deep that he wanted to “do things” to me? With my slim build, could I stop him, a basketball player?

Thinking about it, time didn’t wait. The familiar transformation effects flashed, and Xiao Lei reverted to Zhao Zhao.

The first thing he did was press on his bruises.

“Ouch, although it still hurts, it seems better than last night.” As he said, compared to last night’s miserable appearance, Zhao Zhao’s bruises had faded significantly.

“This suggests that even if you become Xiao Lei, Zhao Zhao’s metabolism continues. So, this raises a new question: if I use this notebook on an elderly person nearing death, could it extend their life?”

Zhao Zhao clearly wasn’t interested in my research topic. He waved his hand dismissively, “Enough, Chairman. Put away your so-called exploratory spirit. Are you planning to heal the world?”

“If I could, why wouldn’t I?”

After breakfast, which consisted of pickled radish and tofu, we noticed Father had left a pot of white porridge.

We ate until the pot was polished smooth. Zhao Zhao didn’t mention anything about Xiao Lei’s words or actions, acting as if he knew nothing, spouting meaningless nonsense.

I didn’t want to ask him directly, “Hey, buddy, do you still love me?” That would be too awkward.

Thankfully, he showed no signs of becoming a “base,” and our interactions remained unchanged. What did he think about Xiao Lei’s situation? I was curious! His mindset’s change was part of the research on the beautiful girl notebook.

Without my best friend, the large-framed glasses, I had to wear silly sunglasses. I always thought sunglasses were silly in most situations, as I imagined they suited only characters like Turtle Sage.

A bruised and bloodied man with sunglasses and bruises, walking through the school gates, was indeed stopped.

Yan Liuzhuan: “Two students, stop. What happened to you guys?”

“Yesterday after school, we ran into some thugs and got beaten up. But we’ve already reported it, so everything’s fine.” It was better to tell the truth. Even Iron-Faced Judge Yan Liuzhuan should understand.

He frowned at Zhao Zhao’s pitiful state, “How badly were you beaten? Where did you encounter those thugs? What did the police say?”

“Mí Fēng Street.” As I spoke, Yan Liuzhuan took out a pen from his chest pocket and wrote in his notebook, “The police are searching for those thugs. Apparently, they usually hang around the Balance Commercial District. Recently, knowing the police are after them, they’ve scattered to other areas.”

“Are there gangs of small-time criminals roaming near the school? Alright, I’ll draft a notice to remind everyone. Safety during the summer break is crucial, and returning safely to school is our responsibility as students.” He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, showing his elite student demeanor.

Wow, this guy always speaks in such a tone. Though he makes sense, he comes off as hard to get along with.

“Also, try not to wear sunglasses at school? The student code states that special attire isn’t allowed.”

My heart sank. Sure enough, he brought up the sunglasses. But are sunglasses considered special attire?

Next to me, there was a guy who had dyed his hair red like an Olympic torch, making him look ridiculous.

Noticing my gaze, Zhao Zhao whistled, avoiding my eyes. Perhaps this guy was too tall, and the Discipline Committee Chair hadn’t noticed.

“My glasses were broken by the thugs. Wearing sunglasses will hide my injuries. This is the last half-day of the term, can’t you make an exception?”

I tried to bluff my way through, but Yan Liuzhuan responded with concern, “Hm? Did you get hurt? Let me see how bad it is.”

As if! Concern is good, but why not ask Zhao Zhao to take off his shirt to show his back? That would be a real tragedy.

“No need, it’s not serious… and taking off my glasses would be too much for you.”

Thinking about his previous despondent state, I was still shaken. Let’s keep his “Aphrodite” as a beautiful illusion.

For my words, Yan Liuzhuan tilted his head expressionlessly, seemingly not understanding. Then he continued, “Student, don’t worry. I understand the situation… You can go in now. You’ll be able to rest after school.”

“Oh, thank you so much~”

Although he’s the Iron-Faced Judge, it’s great to find someone reasonable.

Entering the school gates smoothly, Zhao Zhao finally spoke up, “Impressive, Yan Liuzhuan actually treats you reasonably. He couldn’t even talk to me when he caught me!”

“It depends on the person.”

Zhao Zhao, who constantly thinks about invading girls’ schools and spreading lewd books, clearly falls outside the scope of the Discipline Committee Chair’s reasonableness.

“I don’t like hearing that—” Zhao Zhao started to protest, but Yan Liuzhuan’s voice came from behind, “By the way, student, final grades are posted on the bulletin board. You can check them before class.”

He added, as if specifically for Zhao Zhao, “Students who fail any subject will need to retake exams and attend summer tutoring classes.”

When mentioning the summer tutoring classes, Zhao Zhao’s face turned ashen, like a dehydrated zombie. Clearly, he knew his grades well.

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