Chapter 1818 - 1793: Vulgar Fear (26)

Chapter 1818: Chapter 1793: Vulgar Fear (26)

No wonder it’s festive, it’s truly lively.

Among the people appearing frequently in the previous scripts, almost half of them involve the Transcendent, right?

Now even Salma, this Bloodletting High School victim, is inherently extraordinary.

Especially combining the account from the involved person, you can see she, like Eva, was originally just an ordinary high school girl.

All began experiencing changes in the realm of the Transcendent as the festival approached.

It very much aligns with the previous speculation, that it’s strange phenomena attached to the concept of All Fools’ Day.

And unlike Eva’s Darkness Constellation Magic Book, this Salma should be called the Saliva Enchanting Demon?

Seeing how she couldn’t wait to reveal her hand just now before I finished drinking, she’s quite confident about the effects of her saliva, probably tested it more than once.

Once again facing that charm noted in the notebook, even Eva was jealous.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I have to be enchanted by it myself.

"Did you really spit in there? You haven’t brushed your teeth since you came back, have you?"

The next moment Fu Qian finally spoke, his gaze fixed on that face, his tone filled with slight disdain.

...

Hmm?

Almost took a small step back, apparently Fu Qian’s reaction startled Salma at that moment.

But it was just for a moment, as she instinctively held the doorknob, Salma paused again.

"Indeed, I haven’t."

Noticing that the other’s gaze remained fixed on her face, her tense body relaxed a bit, even smiling as she answered the brushing question.

"You’re really special, Mr. Wolf... Wen, that fool, loves to presumptuously assess others, which made me prejudiced against you initially."

Unabashedly returning the gaze, even appraising Fu Qian from top to bottom, Salma looked as if she found an interesting toy.

"In his description, you were clearly a clown-like figure, always wanting to appear omnipotent, yet with a mental state stuck at kindergarten level— but in reality, he was just describing himself.

No matter how strenuous adopting this posture is, or what stubborn motivation you have behind it, it’s obvious he’s far from achieving this."

Harshly belittling her not-yet-exes-boyfriend, Salma seemed quite confident in her judgment.

There’s no need to pretend, right.

Humans always have considerable motivation to maintain their illusion of charm.

Faced with Salma’s assessment, at that moment Fu Qian wasn’t surprised, and quite satisfied inwardly.

Obviously, for her, if drinking the saliva shows fascination, it would mean being captured by her, unable to resist the charm.

But if drinking it shows a serious, unaffected face, it’s pretending, struggling hard to fake not being captured.

Aside from this common narcissism, Fu Qian, as someone not naturally Transcendent, quite understands the mindset of not wanting to revert back to normalcy after a one-time transformation.

Combining the two, the current development is not unexpected at all.

Additionally, from Salma’s comparison, one can determine that Wen also drank the saliva.

Since they were in a relationship, it makes sense, yet this sentence actually provides crucial information, that Salma’s charm awakening occurred latest by the day before.

After all, she also mentioned that the last meeting with Wen happened the day before.

This All Fools’ Day power certainly spans a wide timeframe.

"Thanks for the compliment, though I’m not struggling, don’t worry."

Amid thoughts, Fu Qian casually thanked with a natural demeanor.

"Ha... really? Then I’m relieved."

Regrettably, this argument didn’t even make Salma pause for a moment.

Confident in her judgment, she even laughed and responded.

"In that case, it’s getting late... shouldn’t you be going?"

Then she seemed to recall something, unabashedly glanced at a petite twin-eared alarm clock not far away and promptly issued an eviction notice.

Clearly, Salma was quite confident in her persuasiveness.

The dismissal sounded diplomatic, but the tone left no room for argument.

"It’s still early, people haven’t arrived yet."

Regrettably, Fu Qian’s tone was similar, merely hesitating for a second, then shaking his head directly.

...

"If my mom finds out, it’ll be hard to explain..."

Her confident command rejected, Salma’s expression finally stiffened a little, stressed in a low voice.

"I’ve already mentioned that reason, switching to your mom coming out of her bath and me seeing her as impolite might come as more novel."

Sadly, Fu Qian maintained his headshake and kept his unwavering gaze.

"You... alright, then you can stay here until my mom leaves before you go."

At some point, Salma seemed slightly frightened but ultimately Fu Qian’s gaze reassured her, leading her to make a gentle retreat.

"But can you turn around first? I’m getting ready to change."

The next moment, ignoring Fu Qian’s reaction, she walked to the mirror and casually expressed her request.

"It’s the right thing to do, but wouldn’t hiding in the wardrobe yield a better outcome?"

This time Fu Qian finally agreed, even pointing at the side.

The wardrobe, compared to the bed, is considerably large, perfect for hiding a person.

"Alright..."

Seemingly pleasantly surprised by this suggestion, Salma looked back at Fu Qian’s expressionless face with a meaningfully amusing smile.

Fu Qian’s cooperative proposal seemed to be perceived by her as finally deciding to flee.

The act of changing clothes caused tremendous pressure, if remaining seated here might lead to a breakdown due to insistence.

"Once I get my clothes out, you can go inside, just remember not to rummage."

...

Isn’t this spot too perfect?

Soon as the wardrobe door was shut, Fu Qian praised the hiding spot.

Not only spacious, the structure was suitable, allowing space for one person to stand without twisting.

Even noises when opening or closing were minimal, truly perfect—

In the dim light, Fu Qian’s finger found a particular mark on the wardrobe panel.

A simple hexagonal pattern deeply engraved and positioned just within reach overhead.

This wardrobe probably really had been a hiding spot before.

Fu Qian naturally thought of the missing Wen, along with the scene where two people secretly got intimate here, almost caught by Salma’s mom.

With his habit of carrying tools, carving a pattern here during hidden moments was plausible.

Of course, staying here isn’t about waiting for him.

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