Oable, Qin Nuo sipped the f chi pe brought by the female teacher door while flipping through some books that Liang Zisu usually enjoyed.

  It's often said that you dis a person's character through their books.

  The type of books someone reads reflect the duality of their inner world.

  The room was filled with numerous books, indig that he was someone who loved reading, often preferring a quiet atmosphere, immersed in his own world.

  Reserved and not boastful, a role model, with a stable career, it's hard to imagine him without a girlfriend. So far, Liang Zisu seemed to be a perfectly normal young man with a strong drive for success.

  As Qin Nuo browsed through the books on the shelf, he was surprised to find that they were mostly thrillers and suspense novels like "The Case Files," "Psychological Crime," and "Ten Deadly Sins," which leaowards horror and mind-bending mysteries.

  Upon refle, it wasn't all that strange. Everyone has different tastes, and these types of books often provide mental satisfa to those who seek excitement.

  Qin Nuo found himself getting engrossed in "Ten Deadly Sins," a book he also enjoyed, sipping pe as he read. He noticed that Liang Zisu liked to make notes or mark certain thrilling and plex plot points with a red pen.

  "Is this a little quirk of his?" Qin Nuo murmured, feeling a bit embarrassed about unc an adult's little secret.

  Spoonful by spoonful, the pe was soon finished, leaving a warm feeling in his stomach.

  Qin Nuo closed the book, put it ba its pce, and took the bowl to the bathroom to wash it.

  "I remember the English teacher's name is Qiu Tong, just graduated from college, vely single, and she brought a bowl of hot chi pe when Liang Zisu was sick. She must have some i in him."

  "But she should know that Liang Zisu has a girlfriend, right? Is it really okay to try and steal someone away like this?"

  Qin Nuo thought to himself as he headed to the room to return the bowl and spoon.

  He knocked on the door, and it quickly opened. Qiu Tong ope halfway, looking at Liang Zisu with a faint smile, "Mr. Liang, are you feelier?"

  "Thanks to your pe, I feel much better. I've washed your bowl and brought some fruit from the fridge as a token of gratitude," Qin Nuo said.

  Thinking about the role he ying, he fshed a sunny smile, "May I e in for a bit?"

  Qiu Toated for a moment but eventually opehe door wider, inviting Qin Nuo inside.

  Qiu Tong's room was beautifully decorated, with many colorful paintings on the walls, her name written itht er, clearly her owions.

  Oable was a half-eaten bowl of snail noodles, its strong smell permeating the room.

  Qiu Tong, a bit embarrassed, tidied up the table and said, "Just leave the bowl oable. I'll it up ter."

  Qin Nuo felt a bit awkward too. No wonder she hesitated when he asked to e in; barging into a girl's home was indeed a bit impolite.

  "Well, I'll just wash the fruit and head back," Qin Nuo said, rubbing his nose. Qiu Tong merely nodded, seeming distracted.

  After washing the grapes, he pced them in a gss bowl.

  Qin Nuo rubbed his nose again and couldn't help but say, "Ms. Qiu, you should open the windows and doors. If the air doesn't circute, the room will breed bacteria and make you sick."

  As he spoke, he moved to open the baly doors and windows, but Qiu Tong stopped him, saying, "No need, it's fine like this. The fruit is washed, so why don't you go bad rest? It's better for your health."

  Qin Nuo agreed verbally, but somethi off.

  Bang.

  Suddenly, there was a thud against the door and window. Qin Nuo looked outside and, despite the barrier, could see a human silhouette.

  "Is there someone on the baly?" Qin Nuo was taken aback.

  Qiu Tong g the baly, her eyes vat, and said, "That's my boyfriend."

  Then, she tio usher him out, "Mr. Liang, you should go baow."

  Since she insisted, Qin Nuo could only bid farewell aurn to his room.

  He initially thought Qiu Tong would be like Huang Xia, a crazy fangirl, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

  So, Qiu Tong bringing chi pe was just a simple gesture of between colleagues, without any hidden romantitentions?

  Why was her boyfriend at the teachers' dormitory? Was he a teacher too?

  But why hide on the baly, was he introverted or something?

  Qin Nuo shook his head, deg not to dwell on Qiu Tong.

  Just as he sat down, the game's annou sounded in his mind: "gratutions to the Host for pleting the role-py 'visiting the female teacher daining 5% role-py pletion!"

  The role-py pletion surprised Qin Nuo. It indicated that Liang Zisu liked visiting Qiu Tong's room, but from the momeered, Qin Nuo clearly felt Qiu Tong's reje, g the imagined goodwill.

  Her face showed obvious distress and helplessness.

  Whether it was an illusion or not, Qin Nuo seemed to see fear towards him in Qiu Tong's eyes!

  Thinking of this, Qin Nuo was a bit stunned.

  Damn, could it be that Liang Zisu is the simp, pursuing Qiu Tong?

  But doesn't Liang Zisu have a girlfriend? Could he be a scumbag?

  Qin Nuo felt his mind was a bit chaotic. Visiting Qiu Tong's pce shattered much of his initial impression of Liang Zisu.

  He now didn't know how to portray Liang Zisu.

  "Brother, brother, brother, sleep!"

  The parrot on the baly called out again, hopping around in its cage as if urging Qin Nuo to sleep.

  The parrot had all sorts of strange names for him, and Qin Nuo was used to it. Its reminder did make him feel a bit sleepy.

  Qin Nuo y on the bed, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opehem again, the sky outside the baly was turning yellow and gradually dimming. The clo the wall was nearing six o'clock.

  He had only closed his eyes for a moment, yet he had slept for a full two and a half hours.

  Feeling unwell and taking a day off was reasonable, but for Qin Nuo, it wasn't a good thing. He ying a game, and without increasing his role-py pletion, he was wasting game time, so he decided to go out for a walk.

  He could also use the opportunity to meet people who knew Liang Zisu, helping Qin Nuo better uand what kind of person Liang Zisu was.

  Sometimes, one's self-perception isn't accurate, as the brain subsciously overlooks fws and only sees strengths.

  It's like when arguing with someone, even if you're wrong, your brain will subsciously defend you, telling you that you're right.

  Only others' evaluations of you are the most accurate and objective.

  Standing at the door, just as he closed it, the door of the neighb apartment opened.

  An elderly man, about sixty years old, came out, holding a bag of garbage, sticky and a bit disgusting.

  Seeing the old man, Qin Nuo was also taken aback. Wasn't this Li Xiaoming's former ese teacher? He didn't know his name, only that his surname was Liu, and students affeately called him Mr. Liu.

  Mr. Liu smiled kindly at Qin Nuo, "Mr. Liang, where are you off to? Feelier from the cold?"

  "Just going out for a walk, staying cooped up isn't good. How about you, Mr. Liu?" Qin Nuo noticed the tents of the bag, resembling liquid food or vomit.

  "Just taking out the trash, and buying my sweet granddaughter her favorite egg tart," Mr. Liu's face, full of wrinkles, beamed with a loving smile, reminding Qin Nuo of Mo Fang.

  "Well, you go ahead, I'll head downstairs first."

  Qin Nuo said, thinking that Liang Zisu had a good impression in Mr. Liu's eyes. Just as he turo leave, a withered hand grabbed him.

  "Mr. Liu?" Qin Nuo looked back at him. Despite the kind smile, paired with a face that seemed drained of moisture, dry like dead skin, it gave an inexplicable sense of horror.

  At this moment, being grabbed, Qin Nuo's heartbeat involuntarily quied.

  "Child, you've ged a lot. It seems my teags back then were right."

  "Remember, this world is beautiful. No matter what setbacks you face, always treat everyone around you kindly."

  Mr. Liu's voice was hoarse, his cracked lips slowly curling into a smile.

  JOSOLUNA