The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

99, Record

In the ancient potion society classroom.

Mu En first asked the teacher in charge of the society, only to learn that there were no spare keys to this classroom besides the one with the senior. He had no choice but to once again employ his lock-picking LV8 skills to open the lock that was clearly custom-made by the senior, which was difficult to open under normal circumstances.

“Why do I feel like I’m getting more skilled at this?”

Mu En chuckled self-deprecatingly as he pushed open the classroom door.

There was no wind; the light curtains were tightly closed, and the entire classroom was immersed in a deep shadow.

Cold and oppressive.

In the past, whenever Mu En opened the door to the potion classroom, he would always feel a sense of anticipation and excitement.

But this time, as the instruments and ancient books, seemingly still meticulously cared for by that delicate jade hand, came into view, Mu En couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart.

The familiar potion classroom, the scene remained the same.

But the little devil senior, who always laughed lightly while tying her hair, was nowhere to be seen.

……

Mu En walked into the classroom. The intricate potion instruments remained spotless, and the ancient books on the shelves were still neatly arranged.

Mu En approached the bookshelf and casually pulled out an ancient text. Fearing damage, he carefully turned the pages.

The complex ancient characters wriggled like tadpoles in Mu En’s vision. Those profound symbols would likely be difficult for even seasoned potion masters to comprehend, let alone Mu En, a complete novice who hadn’t even begun to study potions.

“No, I can’t understand this. This isn’t a solution.”

“With so many books, if I have to search through them one by one, who knows when I’ll find anything.”

However.

As Mu En’s gaze swept over the neatly stacked books on the shelves, a glimmer of realization flickered in his eyes.

Given the senior’s personality, she wouldn’t casually place something so important in such a location.

But where would she put it?

It couldn’t be hidden on her person; otherwise, the silence mechanism would have discovered it long ago.

Mu En slowly stepped back, returning to the classroom door, and scanned the entire room once more.

Club classrooms are generally quite large.

So even if the senior had specifically separated a space for potion experiments and storing books and instruments, the remaining area would still be quite spacious.

Yet, a classroom is ultimately a classroom, square and devoid of any hiding spots.

Could it be that it’s not here?

No, from the perspective of convenience and concealment, this is undoubtedly the best place.

Then…

As Mu En pondered, he began to pace.

Unknowingly, he found himself by the window, casually pulling back the curtains and opening the window.

A gentle breeze and warm sunlight rushed in, dispelling the shadows in the classroom. The entire room became bright and cheerful once more, just like in his memories.

Mu En looked up and gazed outside.

The bare treetops swayed in the wind, set against the backdrop of dark mountains and a deep blue sky.

From here, he could see far beyond the imposing buildings of the academy.

He remembered that the senior loved to lean by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.

But what was so captivating about this view? So empty, didn’t it only serve to highlight his own loneliness?

He found himself increasingly perplexed by the girl’s thoughts, yet he still felt an overwhelming sense of pity.

Mu En sighed softly, his hand instinctively resting on the desk where the senior often sat, as if trying to feel her lingering warmth.

Wait, hold on.

Always sitting?

It seemed he thought of something, and Mu En’s eyes suddenly brightened.

He flipped over and sat at the table.

However, he wasn’t trying to be perverse by using his body to sense the lingering fragrance of his senior; instead, he scanned the entire classroom from her perspective.

From this position, the whole classroom was laid out before him.

He could even see the pristine white wall at the back side of the classroom through the gaps that were clearly arranged in a special way among the bookshelves.

On the wall, the marble-like wall tiles, as if newly affixed, emitted a jade-like luster.

Yet, it was evident that other parts of this classroom showed signs of age.

Could it be…

Mu En’s thoughts stirred as he approached the wall.

He took out Elizabeth and gently tapped along the wall, inch by inch.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, ding.

Right here!

Mu En instantly felt a surge of excitement as he brushed his palm over the section of wall tile that sounded distinctly different when struck.

But there was no sign of a mechanism, not even a crack.

Moreover, even if there were a mechanism, he had no way to open it; without a keyhole, his lock-picking skills would be of no use.

In that case…

“Sorry, senior.”

Mu En silently murmured in his heart, gripping Elizabeth tightly, letting the pure white blade glide across the wall.

Just like cutting through tofu, the wall was effortlessly sliced open.

Revealing a concealed space behind it.

Mu En leaned down, peering inside.

Vials of potions in various colors were neatly arranged in a square space slightly larger than a safe.

Labels were affixed to the potions.

For suppression.

For suppression.

For suppression.

Failed product.

Failed product.

Failed product.

……

Except for the first row at the top, all were labeled as defective products.

Although it was not explained in detail, Mu En could roughly guess what those defective products were.

“Sure enough, the senior has been conducting experiments in this area?”

The Ancient Potion Society was likely not just a club for recreating ancient potions; it was also a place for the senior to seek self-redemption.

Though it seemed that this self-redemption had not produced any results so far.

However, since the senior had this thought, it meant she had seen hope somewhere.

Mu En’s gaze continued to move downward.

At the very bottom, there lay an inconspicuous thin booklet.

Seeing that booklet, Mu En’s breath momentarily caught in her throat.

This should be it.

With slightly trembling hands, Mu En picked up the booklet and slowly opened it.

Record of the potion experiment for treating snake transformation disease.

This was the text at the beginning.

She continued to flip through the pages.

……

Life history 1057, the first potion experiment after entering St. Maria Academy.

Materials were taken from sophomore student Don Roger, who had once decorated the entire teaching building with a thousand bouquets of roses to win his girlfriend’s favor.

Experiment result: failure.

Note: Don Roger abandoned his girlfriend two months later and sought pleasure elsewhere.

……

Life history 1057?

Four years ago?

So, the senior had already started back then?

But isn’t the period from the manifestation of symptoms to full-blown transformation usually one to three years?

“Sure enough, is the senior special? Moreover, I have a feeling that she is likely more than just that.”

Mu En continued to turn the pages.

……

Third potion experiment.

Materials were taken from a freshman girl who had repeatedly sought my advice for the boy she liked; her gaze was very innocent, and I felt there was a slight possibility.

Experimental Results: Failure.

Notes: The couple broke up a year later, the reason being the girl could no longer tolerate the boy’s foot odor.

……

Seventh Potion Experiment.

The materials were taken from a pair of childhood sweethearts, who had been together since they were young, companions for over a decade.

Experimental Results: Failure.

Notes: The two are still together. Are they merely a facade of harmony? Or is it possible that the misunderstanding lies with me?

……

Eleventh Potion Experiment.

This experiment did not proceed successfully.

A senior about to graduate confessed to me, and I could see his sincerity in his eyes.

If I agreed, perhaps I could obtain the materials I desired.

But I still refused.

Anna, oh Anna, you will become a monster hated by all, unworthy of love.

……

Notes: That senior later spoke ill of me, and I gave him a beating.

P.S.: Sorry for being late; I’ve been a bit busy these past couple of days. I’ll post a chapter now, and there will be more later.