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Song Shuhang nodded. However, he couldnʼt help but unconsciously think about his friend Gao Moumou. Gao Moumou also lived in the Jiangnan area.

Song Shuhangʼs three roommates—Gao Moumou, Tubo, and Yangde—all lived close to the Jiangnan area. For this reason, they were half-day students. They would live in the dorm from Monday to Friday and return home during the weekend.

As soon as he thought of Gao Moumou, Song Shuhang remembered that Moumou was very excited and wanted to introduce him to an online friend named ʼYu Jiaojiaoʼ.

Wait a moment. How come the more I think about it, the more I feel that there is something wrong with this situation?

”Jiaojiao, how did you find the author?” Song Shuhang asked once again.

Yu Jiaojiao smiled and said, ”Itʼs a long story. A few days ago, I registered a new chat account and looked for the account of the author. It didnʼt take him long to add me.”

This turn of events sounded somewhat familiar! Song Shuhang asked again, ”Jiaojiao, what is the ID of your new account?”

”Itʼs precisely my real name, Yu Jiaojiao! I felt that my name was rather pleasant to hear,” Yu Jiaojiao said.

”...” Song Shuhang.

At this time, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Since the matter was brought up, Yu Jiaojiao enthusiastically continued with her explanation, ”Back then, I played the part of a charming and bashful girl and covertly obtained the address of the author after a short conversation. Right, while we were chatting, something interesting happened. The author told me he wanted to see my picture.”

”...” Song Shuhang.

The bad premonition he was having had gotten stronger... because this part seemed even more familiar!

Song Shuhang asked, ”Then, whose picture did you send to the author?” Yu Jiaojiao surely couldnʼt have sent her own picture. After reaching the Fifth Stage, she would definitely turn into a beauty, but for now, she had the appearance of a half-fish and half-human!

”Of course, I sent him my own picture! He is an author I like, and I couldnʼt deceive him by sending him someone elseʼs picture,” Yu Jiaojiao said with a smile. ”But what I sent him was a picture I took with my mother when I was a toddler. Back then, I still had the appearance of a small axolotl, and my mother was holding me in her hand. Actually, my mother is quite a beauty. Therefore, the author didnʼt suffer a loss.”

”...” Song Shuhang.

Shuhang had started to panic.

Could there really be such a big coincidence?

By the way... Jiaojiao, does your father—True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon—know that you are sending pictures of your mother to complete strangers online?

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When Song Shuhang landed in the courtyard earlier, it was already 11:58 PM.

Now, while he was chatting with Yu Jiaojiao, a new day had begun.

August 7th, Wednesday, right after midnight.

”Weʼve arrived. The author is in that room ahead,” Yu Jiaojiao said while pointing at the ʼsmall black roomʼ.

The two maidservants standing at the entrance faintly glanced at Song Shuhang and stretched out their hands to push the door of the room open.

”Wait! Donʼt be in such a hurry to open the door!” Song Shuhang called out.

At this time, he was suspecting that the author inside the small black room was exactly his good friend Gao Moumou. If that was the case, how was he supposed to face his friend?

Therefore, he had to prepare himself mentally!

The best thing to do would be to glance inside the room from the crack in the door to see who the author was.

However, Song Shuhangʼs voice was one step too late.

The two maidservants were half-monsters of the Second Stage Realm, and the gentle strength they created as they stretched out their hands was enough to open the door—their hands didnʼt even touch it.

The door was slowly pushed open.

”...” Song Shuhang.

Please, let it not be Gao Moumou! Please, let it not be Gao Moumou! Please, anyone but Gao Moumou!!!

”Shuhang, what are you doing?” Yu Jiaojiao asked Song Shuhang in puzzlement. She felt that he was acting somewhat strange.

But right at this time, the author sitting on the office chair in the small black room—and enjoying the chair massage—appeared before their eyes.

After noticing that the door had been pushed open, the author raised his head.

Song Shuhangʼs eyes met with the authorʼs.

Song Shuhang was dumbfounded: 😳!

The bright light illuminated the face of the author, whom Song Shuhang found very familiar.