“Just as Feng Yingzhi was [N O V E L I G H T] brimming with excitement and preparing to present his latest research成果, both of his hands were firmly pressed down by Banxia.
“Stop—if you don’t understand this matter, don’t speak recklessly. You must realize that what matters isn’t whether you like someone, but whether they like you! And from now on, don’t ever mention this again, or don’t blame me for losing my temper!”
After earnestly admonishing him, Banxia’s expression darkened, and she strode out of the room.
Watching her lonely back, Feng Yingzhi felt deeply puzzled. He murmured under his breath, “Why make things so complicated? Besides, if you never try, how do you know Ye Yu doesn’t like you? He can like so many people—one more shouldn’t matter!”
Sighing, Feng Yingzhi slipped a blue ring from the sleeve of his garment. This great invention had yet to be used! No—the only thing in this world not to be let down was an immortal device!
Clenching the blue ring tightly in his palm, his face set with resolve.
The next day at noon.
Inside the Wuwei Tower, the little bull “Xiaomeng” was floating idly when it suddenly caught sight of a glowing orb. In an instant, the entire creature grew ecstatic and dashed after it, rushing outward at top speed.
Seeing this, Banxia hurried to follow, anxious to prevent any accidents. Soon, the figures of one person, one bull, and one orb vanished from sight.
A moment later, “Banxia” cautiously emerged from Feng Yingzhi’s laboratory. Finding no one around, she straightened her posture. The blue ring on her right hand was inconspicuous but served a great purpose—it could perfectly mimic another’s appearance, down to the exact length of their hair.
Indeed, this “Banxia” was Feng Yingzhi in disguise.
As a friend of a thousand years, he could not bear to let Banxia regret her life, so he resolved to charge forward on her behalf! This, he told himself, was the meaning of friendship.
With a swift movement, Feng Yingzhi arrived at Ye Yu’s door. He expected to meet him without hindrance, but to his surprise, there was already a line of people outside.
“Lan Lianyan, Su Yao, Huangfu Baizhi, what are you doing here?” he asked.
Huangfu Baizhi spoke softly, “In about a teacup’s time it will be past noon, and that’s when the three of us have our allotted companion time. There are simply too many sisters, so we must find a way so each can spend time with him. Sorry to keep you waiting, Banxia.”
Feng Yingzhi’s face fell. Time management had reached such lengths? How excessive! He had thought the light orb would buy Xiaomeng at least two hours—ample time. Now he realized his own naiveté. Who could have guessed there’d even be a queue to see him?
Seeing his perplexed expression, Su Yao stepped forward. “Banxia, you came to see Ye Yu too? Why don’t you go first? We don’t mind coming back in half an hour, right, sisters?”
She winked at Huangfu Baizhi and Lan Lianyan, signaling them to agree. They immediately chimed in, “Not at all! Actually, I just remembered an urgent matter—won’t be back until an hour later. Banxia, you go ahead!”



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