Chapter 108: The Killer Is You

"Mm?" Jiang Muye turned to look at her.

In the blink of an eye, a light breeze swept past, and her soft, delicate body suddenly threw itself into his arms.

His waist was tightly wrapped by her lotus-root arms, and the scent of orchid filled his nostrils.

Jiang Muye's heart pounded.

She nestled in his arms and said softly, "I'll catch the prankster as soon as possible. I'll always protect you. You're not alone."

A warm temperature enveloped Jiang Muye's entire body.

The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth unconsciously curved upward. His hands wrapped around Leng Ruoli's slender waist and gently patted her back, saying soothingly, "Thank you."

He spoke in a low voice, slightly hoarse: "But for my sake, don't get involved in this matter."

Leng Ruoli's delicate body stiffened, and she suddenly raised her face.

Jiang Muye met her astonished eyes, his tone unusually serious: "I don't want you dragged into this mess. I'll solve my own problems myself. I'm not as weak as you think, and you're not as strong as I think."

He paused: "I never want you to be in danger."

Leng Ruoli's eyes instantly turned red. She smiled, moved, then her gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Muye's shoulder, and she said meaningfully, "I promised before—I will protect you."

Her eyes were dazzling, like a sky full of stars.

Jiang Muye felt as if he'd crossed over loneliness and found a harbor where he could rest.

In an instant, his lips curved upward. He raised his hand and stroked Leng Ruoli's soft black hair, saying word by word, "Okay."

Leng Ruoli's cheeks flushed red, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

"Okay, go upstairs. Get some rest early." Jiang Muye released Leng Ruoli and spoke gently. Leng Ruoli's face was flushed, and she immediately ran into the dormitory, but she looked back every few steps, shy and bashful.

Even Jiang Muye felt a bit embarrassed.

"Go on up, go up." Jiang Muye waved his hand. "Don't make me whip you upstairs."

"Heh." Leng Ruoli's eyes curved like crescents, and her figure completely disappeared at the top of the stairs.

After seeing Leng Ruoli off, Jiang Muye's gaze turned cold.

Jiang Muye knew he still had more important things to do.

Past nine at night.

In dorm 605, a heated game was underway, filled with cursing.

"Top lane, top lane, go support, you idiot!"

"You think I don't want to? I'm being harassed by Diaochan, what am I supposed to do! Fuck, my god, I'm dead."

"Where's your Guardian Angel? You're such a dumb dog. Now we're gonna lose again!"

Several boys sat in chairs holding their phones, fiercely playing King of Glory, when the door opened.

"Who is it!" The boys were about to lose, and were instantly irritable.

"Me, Jiang Muye." After the newcomer announced himself, the boys still playing were instantly staring in wide-eyed shock.

Who would still play games now? This was completely unplayable.

The legendary lady-killer had appeared. What were these few single dogs still playing games for? Weren't they just hoping to get off the single market sooner?

One by one, they began to worship Jiang Muye.

"Bro Mu, what are you doing here?"

"Bro Mu, could you start a class and teach me a trick or two for chasing girls?"

"What are you saying? It's obviously the girls chasing Bro Mu! You should have Bro Mu teach me the Art of Seducing Girls so they'll chase after me instead!"

Jiang Muye looked helplessly at their thirsty expressions, utterly speechless.

"I'm not here for you guys today. Where's Jin Geng? Where'd he go!"

Hearing Jiang Muye mention Jin Geng, they suddenly felt a bit disappointed.

"You mean the Department Heartthrob? He went downstairs to get hot water. Just left."

"He'll probably be back soon. Come on, come on, sit for a while and chat with us. We'd love to interview you—what does it feel like to be liked by the Four Great Campus Belles?" Someone had already pulled out a chair, inviting Jiang Muye to sit.

Jiang Muye thought: The monk can run, but the temple can't.

He'd wait here for the rabbit to come to him.

Then he sat down in the chair, listening to the few of them chatter on and off.

After hearing question after question grow more and more gossipy, Jiang Muye's head started to ache. He reminded them, "Aren't you worried about getting reported for AFK? Think about your teammates' feelings?"

"Oh right, I remember we're still in a game!" The boys who had just been endlessly questioning Jiang Muye were now scrambling, quickly grabbing their phones to continue playing.

After Jiang Muye waited a while, he heard the door open.

Jiang Muye suddenly saw the boy who had just stepped through the doorway.

His appearance was clean and handsome, the fresh-faced pretty-boy type—fair-skinned and creamy, the clean image that young girls all liked.

Jiang Muye narrowed his eyes.

There really was quite the contrast—he didn't look like someone who could do such a thing.

But it was often these deeply hidden boys who were the most terrifying.

The moment Jiang Muye's hawk-sharp gaze locked onto Jin Geng, a trace of panic flashed through Jin Geng's eyes, and he quickly started walking back.

Just as he was about to close the door, a hand quickly pressed against the doorframe. A handsome, cold face peered coldly at Jin Geng through the gap: "Where are you going?"

It instantly dealt Jin Geng a critical blow—

Jiang Muye's body radiated a powerful aura.

His icy voice made Jin Geng's expression turn grim.

Yet he calmly said, "I left my meal card at the water station. I'm going downstairs to get it."

"Alright then, let's go together." Jiang Muye smiled faintly, but his eyes were cold to the extreme.

The kid's guilty, isn't he? Making up such a lie.

Jiang Muye and Jin Geng went downstairs together. Jin Geng kept carrying that thermos the whole time, withdrawn and aloof, and even the atmosphere seemed to drop in pressure.

On the path to the neighboring building to get water, because it was getting late, it was already quite deserted.

A cold wind howled, the bushes rustled, bleak and desolate, carrying an eerie, terrifying atmosphere.

"Talk. Why did you do it?" Jiang Muye's gaze was cold as he watched Jin Geng.

But Jin Geng looked at Jiang Muye calmly, smiled, and said, "Junior, what do you mean by this?"

"You put the blade there." Jiang Muye's voice was ice-cold. "And you're the one who threw the flowerpot, aren't you."

Jin Geng's steps paused, then he began to chuckle: "Junior, your imagination is a bit too rich. Why don't you go write a novel?"

"Mm, still pretending." Jiang Muye sneered mockingly, then stared sharply at Jin Geng. "I found your fingerprints left on the flowerpot, and there are witnesses who saw you come to the changing room. What, you want to say it's a coincidence again?"

"Fingerprints mean murderer? That I wanted to harm you? That's persecutory delusion. The changing room has people coming and going every day. If you have any resentment or dissatisfaction toward me, Junior, you can say it directly. No need to scheme and frame me like this, ruining someone's reputation."