[???：Hello]
When Zhou Meng groggily opened her phone, she seemed to see a message like that, but the next second the phone automatically jumped back to the home screen.
When she checked her inbox again, there was no such message.
Huh.
Did she misread it…?
She rubbed her eyes, and another message caught her attention:
[YUYU: Transfer to you: 100,000 yuan]
“…Ten?”
Zhou Meng stared at the phone screen, counting the number of digits, her mind going blank.
One hundred thousand.
“…”
Eh.
Youyou had transferred her one hundred thousand yuan…
Money…?
She widened her eyes, frozen for a few seconds.
Zhou Meng clutched her phone, typing a few words as if still in a dream.
[zozo: Any more?]
[???] The Light Orb was shocked: [Xiao Meng, you’ll be seen as a greedy person, you know??]
Before it could finish speaking, Zhou Meng’s phone vibrated:
[YUYU: Transfer to you: 200,000 yuan]
Zhou Meng: “…Ah.”
The Light Orb: […] It had to admit it didn’t understand people from the comic world.
Zhou Meng sobered up a little.
The text on the screen was indeed transfer information, and her bank card had inexplicably become a number like this:
[Current Balance: 483,890.12]
Her balance was actually only half of what Youyou had given her…
Wuwu.
But so this was what it felt like to get something for nothing…?
So, so satisfying…
Zhou Meng stared at her phone for a while, then rolled over and lay on her stomach on the bed, typing:
[zozo: Youyou]
[zozo: Why are you giving me money?]
YUYU didn’t reply.
Ah… right, it was only a little past 7 in the morning.
A Cyber-Ghost like Youyou who lived on the internet probably hated mornings.
Zhou Meng climbed out of bed, pulled on her shirt, and buttoned it up one by one.
By the time she’d put on her jacket, she received a reply.
[YUYU: Want more?]
Huh?
…Was he, perhaps, still not satisfied…?
[zozo: No need?]
[YUYU: …]
[YUYU: Will you come to the game tonight?]
Heh heh.
Zhou Meng picked up her comb, then put it down again, the corners of her mouth slowly curling upward.
[zozo: Youyou]
[zozo: In the game, I only drank your blood.]
There was no reply from the other side for a moment, as if waiting for her to type the next line.
[zozo: Are you going to pay me to drink your blood?]
…No reply.
Heh heh.
She won!!
Zhou Meng combed her hair in a good mood, finished getting ready, grabbed her schoolbag, and headed out the door.
The moment she opened the door, she suddenly realized—this was the time her neighbor left for work.
…The neighbor.
The tall, slender young man stood by the elevator door in the hallway, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, typing on his phone with one hand, his long legs outlined clearly.
He noticed Zhou Meng’s gaze with keen sensitivity, and his eyes beneath the black hair shifted over, seemingly and yet not quite.
“…”
Mi-mistake!
Because she’d been chatting with YUYU, she’d left the house 5 minutes later than usual today… which was why she’d run into her neighbor.
Zhou Meng instinctively tensed her shoulders, hesitating with her hand on the door lock.
Turning around and closing the door now would be too obvious…
They’d already spoken last time… This time, should they take the elevator together?
Before she could hesitate for more than a few seconds, the elevator let out a “ding” as it arrived. When the metal doors opened, the black-haired young man lowered his eyes and reached out to hold the down button.
He didn’t enter the elevator, nor did he release the button. When his hand with its clearly defined knuckles reached forward, his fingers pressed with slight force—there was an indescribable elegance to it.
…If she still didn’t understand at this point, she’d really be lacking in social awareness.
Zhou Meng closed her door and hurried over to the elevator.
The closer she got to the young man, the more pronounced that faint, elusive feeling of being watched became, as if she were enveloped by his presence.
It was hard to describe.
He wasn’t doing anything, wasn’t saying anything, yet there was a subtle, delicate sensation of being gently held in his mouth—a faint, ambiguous sense of being wrapped.
…Faintly, elusively, being watched.
This person… when alone together, his presence was simply too overwhelming.
As she passed by her neighbor, Zhou Meng didn’t look up, only glancing at his slender fingers pressing the elevator button as she said politely:
“Thank you.”
He let out a low “mm,” waiting for Zhou Meng to enter first.
Only after the girl several years his junior had stepped into the elevator and turned to face him did Zhang Yunyu release the button and withdraw his hand.
He silently lowered his eyes, his gaze beneath his hair impossible to tell where it was directed, yet it seemed to be fixed on her.
Zhou Meng: “…Aren’t you getting in the elevator?”
He still didn’t move, standing quietly in the hallway. The half of his face hidden behind his black hair was very pale, his expression indifferent, making him somewhat hard to read.
A few seconds later, as the elevator doors began to close, he looked at her and asked softly:
“Not scared?”
Huh?
Before she could react, the elevator doors clicked shut with a “clack.”
A slight feeling of weightlessness came over her, and Zhou Meng was a beat slow in releasing the breath she’d been holding, realizing something.
Just now… did that mean what she thought it meant?
【For women living alone, an adult male outside the elevator can be unsettling.】
And, from most people’s perspective, the aura their neighbor usually gave off would naturally make people feel a bit of fear…
Was that what it meant…?
That’s why he deliberately didn’t get in the elevator with her.
So, this person… so…
He was the type of angelic character who’d get misunderstood like that!!
She!! Had completely misunderstood! Thinking he’d be some kind of gloomy creep or something—that was really so rude of her… She needed to purge her dark fantasies right now…
While her brain was in chaos, Zhou Meng’s phone received a new message.
She instinctively tapped it open.
[YUYU: What if I said yes?]
…Huh?
Her previous reply had been…
‘Are you going to pay me to drink your blood?’
“…”
Huh.
Ah.
This… that…
So… Youyou was the gloomy creep after all?
“…”
A gloomy creep like Youyou absolutely needed to be severely condemned.
Zhou Meng put on a righteous expression.
She replied seriously.
“Beep beep.”
Her phone vibrated.
Zhang Yunyu stepped into the elevator, his eyes cast downward, seeing the message that had just arrived.
[zozo: Since you’re here, don’t leave.]
His pale lips pressed together lightly, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly.
His fingers seemed a bit uncooperative—he even made a typo while typing, having to edit twice before sending his reply.
[YUYU: .]
[YUYU: What would you like me to do?]
The elevator was very quiet.
Aside from the low hum of the cables operating, all he could hear was his own breathing.
…The signal in the elevator wasn’t very good, so he hadn’t received a reply yet.
Why did the signal in the elevator have to be so bad?
Maybe he should move to the first floor.
But then, the neighbor wouldn’t be a neighbor anymore.
Thinking such scattered thoughts, after the elevator doors opened, Zhang Yunyu stood in the hallway, looking down at his phone.
“Beep beep.”
He finally received a reply.
[zozo: Become my food for eternity ^^]
“…………”
Zhang Yunyu stood in the empty hallway, his lips pressing together lightly, the small mole beneath the corner of his mouth shifting slightly.
Screenshot.