Sunday walked to the window, pushed it open, and reached out to catch the white rain falling pattering down. As the raindrops swiftly absorbed into his palm, he imdiately felt the headache caused by eating the Pippexi candy vanish completely.
Even the injury to his halo, caused when he pushed himself too hard, was thoroughly repaired in that instant. He simply couldn't feel any better!
Sunday turned back to look at Fu Zhu with a bewildered expression and asked, "This rain... what is it made of?"
"Milk."
Fu Zhu gave a simple reply, then pulled March 7th to the window, having her reach out and touch the rain as well. Although milk had proven ineffective before, it might at least cure the headache March 7th was suffering due to the tic virus.
As soon as Sunday heard it was milk, he understood imdiately. He already knew that the milk in Fu Zhu's possession could remove all negative status effects—even the negative states imposed on him while he was in his Dominicus form could be easily lifted.
It was precisely because he knew the effects of the milk that Sunday couldn't help but feel surprised. Fu Zhu was actually willing to expend such a massive amount of energy to treat these unrelated people in Penacony.
Sunday looked at Fu Zhu with a complicated expression.
"Is it worth it? The people of Penacony might not even know you did this."
Fu Zhu, however, just shrugged nonchalantly.
"It doesn't matter. Consider it their good luck that they caught in a mood to do this. It was just a matter of convenience."
Sunday fell silent. Between the past events and now this, perhaps he had underestimated the Naless all along. This was the first ti he had seen soone spare no effort to help a group of strangers.
---o---
While Fu Zhu, March 7th, and Sunday were each lost in their own thoughts, Robin arrived at the principal's office with a squad from the Hound Family.
Sunday, who was still deep in thought, suddenly saw Robin walk in with people. He subconsciously turned his head away, completely forgetting that he was not wearing his original face.
Fu Zhu glanced at Sunday, then smiled and greeted Robin.
"Yo, you got here fast. The guy is right here, take him away."
Robin glanced at Puling, who was tied up in the corner, and signaled the Hounds. The Hounds imdiately went forward, secured Puling firmly, and escorted him from the scene.
Robin didn't leave imdiately. She walked up to Fu Zhu and bowed slightly in thanks.
"Mr. Fu Zhu, we are indebted to you once again. Penacony has resolved yet another crisis thanks to you. If not for you, I fear this tic virus would have spread to a terrifying extent."
"Just a matter of convenience." Fu Zhu waved his hand dismissively, then added, "If you feel too bad about it, then do a small favor. This friend of mine is a fan of yours. He's always wanted to talk to you before leaving Penacony. How about it? Can the superstar spare so ti?"
Robin paused for a mont, tilting her head to look at the "Intellitron Lady" who had been standing by the window, not daring to look her in the eye since the beginning. A sweet smile then blood on her face.
"Of course I can. That's no trouble at all."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Fu Zhu took March 7th's hand and started walking out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and looked at Robin and Sunday with a faint smile.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to introduce my friend. His na is Sunday. He used to be the Head of the Oak Family. Alright, you two chat."
Fu Zhu led March 7th out, conveniently re-installing the door he had torn down earlier. Seeing the situation was turning awkward, Vanwick hurriedly followed them out as well.
In an instant, only Robin and Sunday were left in the room. Sunday's face was pale; he hadn't expected Fu Zhu to reveal his identity right before leaving!
He clearly only wanted to take one last look at his sister from a distance before embarking on his journey...
"Bro... Brother?"
Robin looked at the "Intellitron Lady" before her with a complicated expression. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and spoke in a low voice.
"Do you not wish to see with your true face?"
Seeing that his sister had already shown such an expression, Sunday imdiately dispelled his disguise.
"I... I was afraid of causing you trouble."
"How can there be trouble between siblings?"
A trace of sadness welled up in Robin's eyes. "If it weren't for Mr. Fu Zhu, were you planning to leave without saying goodbye, Brother?"
Sunday lowered his head, afraid to speak. As the forr Head of the Oak Family, from childhood until now, he had never lowered his head this way, afraid to look soone in the eye.
Outside the room, Fu Zhu, March 7th, and Vanwick pressed their ears against the door, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.
After listening for a while, Fu Zhu found it a bit boring. Whether March 7th was listening or not didn't matter, but Vanwick, this other "Sunday," was listening with great gusto.
Fu Zhu leaned against the wall, intending to wait for them to finish chatting before taking Sunday to do other things, when March 7th secretly tugged at his hand.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Zhu asked softly. March 7th raised a finger to her lips, then pointed to a secluded corner, indicating for Fu Zhu to follow her.
Fu Zhu nodded and walked with March 7th to the corner. Just as he was about to ask what was up, March 7th spoke.
"Fu Zhu, are you keeping sothing from ?"
Fu Zhu's heart tightened, but he feigned confusion on his face. "Why would I keep anything from you? What are you thinking?"
March 7th stared straight at him and said, word for word, "I'm your girlfriend. And if it's about , I have the right to know, don't I?"
Fu Zhu fell silent for a mont, then sighed.
"It's precisely because you are very important to , March, that I didn't want you to worry... I didn't want to see the always happy-go-lucky March 7th suddenly beco sentintal. That's not what I want to see."
March 7th reached out and cupped Fu Zhu's face, speaking earnestly.
"I don't want you to bear it alone. I can share your burden too! Tell , what exactly happened? Why did you suddenly make recover my mories?"
Fu Zhu knew he couldn't hide it anymore. His behavior earlier had been too obvious. Even if "Little March" was "silly," she would eventually realize it. Now, he could only be honest.
"Do you rember last night?"
"Last night?"
March 7th thought back for a mont, and her face instantly turned bright red. She clenched her pink fist and lightly punched Fu Zhu's chest.
"You tornted all night, how could I not rember!"
Fu Zhu caught March 7th's hand as it hit his chest and explained, sowhat caught between laughter and tears.
"I'm not asking you to recall those details! Details like that... we can recall them together when no one is around. What I an is, in the early hours of the morning, I accidentally entered your consciousness space. And inside, I saw another you who calls herself 'Changye Yue.' At first, I thought she was so kind of mokeeper or sothing, but she kept insisting she is you."
"Another ?"
March 7th stood there dumbfounded for a mont, then patted her own head and muttered, "I don't have split personality disorder, do I?"
"If it were split personality, the milk would have cured you long ago." Fu Zhu sighed. "Unfortunately, it's not."
"Then what is it?"
"I'm not sure. Currently, we only know it's related to your past. Also, just now when I told you about the tic virus, she briefly took over your body to appear before and Sunday. Her stance was to protect you from the virus's influence. I confird this using the Clockwork Trick."
Fu Zhu glanced at the contemplative March 7th, reached out, and rubbed her head comfortingly.
"Don't worry. From the looks of it, she shouldn't harm you."
"Really? That makes feel a little better."
Hearing Fu Zhu say this, March 7th didn't worry as much. Instead, she started to get a little curious and wanted to et this other self.
Seeing March 7th stay silent, Fu Zhu thought she was still worried about the matter, so he spoke again to reassure her.
"Rest assured, I will definitely solve this matter."
"Mhm! I believe in you!"
Just as the two finished chatting, Robin and Sunday walked out of the room. Robin walked quickly toward them. Fu Zhu imdiately dropped the topic of Changye Yue.
Robin's eyes were slightly red. She walked up to Fu Zhu, curtsied, and spoke with a slightly choked voice. "Mr. Fu Zhu, thank you. If you need anything in the future, please contact ."
After saying this, she left. She seed unwilling to stay longer, deeply afraid that her presence would attract people from the Hound Family and reveal traces of Sunday.
After watching Robin leave, Fu Zhu and March 7th turned back to look at Sunday, only to find that Vanwick, who had been inseparable from Sunday, was nowhere to be seen.
Sunday noticed the duo's gaze landing on the empty space beside him and guessed their thoughts.
"Vanwick was originally another '' split off due to an accident. Just now, because I touched the milk rain you summoned, Mr. Fu Zhu, the wounds on my body healed, and Vanwick naturally reintegrated with . Thank you."
Fu Zhu wasn't surprised, as he knew about this, but March 7th exclaid in surprise.
"Vanwick was another you?"
"Correct."
Sunday looked at March 7th apologetically. "My apologies, Miss March 7th. I didn't an to keep it from you."
"It's nothing... just a bit unexpected."
"Thank you for understanding. However, ntioning Vanwick gives a rough idea regarding that Lady Changye Yue."
"Oh?"
Fu Zhu imdiately beca interested and signaled Sunday with his eyes to continue.
Sunday pondered for a mont and said, "Since I can be split into two, perhaps Miss March 7th can do the sa. Of course, this requires Miss March 7th to beco weak. If it doesn't work..."
Sunday paused, looking at the two with an inquiring gaze.
"We could try using the power of Dominicus. Of course, currently, it is the power of a Dual Emanator."
Fu Zhu didn't agree or refuse; instead, he frowned and asked, "Why do you want to help us like this?"
Sunday smiled casually, his eyes looking at Fu Zhu with warmth.
"You are my friends."
Friends?
Fu Zhu and March 7th both gave Sunday a slightly odd look. When Fu Zhu said Sunday was his friend earlier, he had just been saying it casually. He didn't expect Sunday to take it seriously.
Of course, this didn't an they were unwilling to be Sunday's friends. It was just that their relationship was a bit complicated. They had fought intensely in Penacony before, and Fu Zhu had personally sent Sunday to prison. Yet now, Sunday was calling them friends... It was indescribably strange.
Sunday noticed their expressions and realized his sudden declaration of friendship was perhaps ill-tid. He explained hurriedly, "You two can consider it my wishful thinking. You helped , so as repaynt, I naturally want to help you."
This explanation was much more reliable than "friends." After thinking for a mont, Fu Zhu agreed.
"Alright, how should we do it?"
......
Ten minutes later, March 7th and Fu Zhu stood with weird expressions in front of a "Try Not to Laugh Challenge" stall run by a Pippexi. Fu Zhu pointed at the candy displayed on the stall and asked, "Just rely on this?"
Sunday nodded very seriously. "That's right. Before, I ate this while in a weakened state, and Vanwick split off from ."
"Al... right..."
Although Fu Zhu felt this was a bit unreliable, since they were already here, they might as well treat it as participating in the Try Not to Laugh Challenge.
"However, there is still one problem."
Sunday looked at the two of them with so difficulty.
"How do we get Miss March 7th into a weakened state?"
"That's simple."
Fu Zhu snapped his fingers, took a bottle of Potion of Weakness from his pocket, and handed it to March 7th.
"Drinking this will make you weak. It's painless, though the taste is a bit strange. March, just drink it."
"Okay."
March 7th obediently took the Potion of Weakness from Fu Zhu. Sunday then went to the stall and bought a piece of the candy. The three of them went to a deserted corner to begin the experint.
March 7th first drank the Potion of Weakness. The strange taste made her frown, and she stuck out her tongue pitifully.
"It tastes so bad!"
Fu Zhu hurriedly handed her the candy.
"Eat sothing sweet."
March 7th took the candy, unwrapped it, and dumped the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing it in one gulp.
Fu Zhu and Sunday stared at March 7th nervously. March 7th smacked her lips, recalling the taste of the candy.
"It's a bit sour. It should be lemon flavored."
Fu Zhu shook his head, laughing and crying at the sa ti. "I'm not asking you to review it. Do you feel anything now?"
"Feel... I feel like—Achoo!"
March 7th suddenly let out a violent sneeze. Imdiately after, the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, and she began to laugh loudly, followed closely by another bout of sneezing.
Fu Zhu turned his head to look at Sunday.
"Is this right?"
"Ye... yes?"
In the ti it took for the two to exchange a glance and turn back, Changye Yue was sohow standing beside March 7th with a bewildered expression. The two of them were staring blankly at each other.
After looking for a good while, March 7th couldn't help but mutter.
"When was a mirror put here?"
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