Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 505

Chapter 505: 505

Watching those uniformed people leave,

Li Ruyu, crouching in the bushes, looked completely baffled.

"What were they talking about? I didn’t understand any of it..."

About evil cultivators, flesh and soul, and the like.

The only thing he could understand was that they were quite disrespectful when they mentioned his mother.

Thinking of this, Li Ruyu hesitated and asked, "Why did you pull me just now?"

He had wanted to rush out and argue with those people.

Without getting an answer, Li Ruyu turned his head and found Li Ruyun staring intensely at the backs of those leaving.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and her eyes churned with emotions he couldn’t understand, as if brewing a sudden storm.

"Li Ruyun?" Li Ruyu called tentatively, only to see his sister slowly stand up.

"I understand now."

"What do you understand?"

Li Ruyun’s lips curved upwards uncontrollably, trembling slightly, forming an eerily strange smile.

No wonder their father had suddenly come home, no wonder their mother’s appearance had changed.

No wonder she had found that the Wood Carving by Zhuang Rouhui’s bed changed every day.

So it turned out there really was a power in this world that could transcend ordinary humans.

A power that could change appearances, bewilder minds, and even make the seemingly omnipotent policemen feel greatly troubled.

Such a power, she truly wanted to possess.

Li Ruyu swallowed nervously, "What’s wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

His sister looked terrifying.

Li Ruyun turned her head to look at him, her smile unusually radiant.

"It’s nothing, let’s go home." That door was already before her, and one day she would be able to open it.

There was no rush for the moment.

"So weird..." Li Ruyu muttered under his breath, following Li Ruyun into the villa.

——

Yue Qingqing always felt her life was somewhat split.

On one side was her earnest school life.

On another, the tense and thrilling battles against evil cultivators.

After resolving the Wood Carving incident, she returned to the peaceful campus.

But her heart was still somewhat vigilant.

After all, this experience made Yue Qingqing fully realize that without the Heavenly Dao’s constraints, the number of evil cultivators was much higher.

She needed to remain cautious and recognize dangers promptly.

Time thus leisurely slid forward again.

Until the end of ninth grade, the campus remained a sanctuary.

Yue Qingqing could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

A week after the final exams ended, the children came to school to collect their report cards.

Qu Ruorui joyfully said, "It’s better than I expected; looks like I can go on a vacation during the holidays."

Yue Qingqing was also very happy, smilingly repeating a familiar phrase to the approaching Zhuang Lan.

"Keep up the effort! We’re only seven points apart this time."

Zhuang Lan pursed his lips and nodded silently.

Wei Rong said helplessly, "How many years has it been, and you still haven’t given up?"

But Jun Feifei cheered on her crush, "That’s called a dream, understand?"

Wei Rong retorted, "I don’t understand your complicated love triangle, where Zhuang Lan keeps trying to catch up with Qingqing, and you keep chasing after Zhuang Lan. According to the script, there should be a domineering prince making a grand entrance right now."

Jun Feifei made clawing gestures to pinch Wei Rong’s face.

"Tch, who’s chasing whom, stop making things up!"

Yue Qingqing felt helpless, and Qu Ruorui joked,

"Look, isn’t the prince right outside?"

The girls looked toward the entrance, where Jiang Jingze was waiting outside Class 9-1.

Some people commanded attention upon their arrival, making it difficult to look away.

Caught between adulthood and youth, Jiang Jingze had a delicate charm, his greenness intertwined with maturity, adding extra hues to the sunlight that fell on him.

"No wonder he’s the drama male lead favored by all the girls in our school," Wei Rong commented, then lowered her head to jot down a few lines in her notebook.

She had recently taken up writing fiction, particularly fond of using people around her as prototypes.

Unbothered by the numerous stares, Jiang Jingze’s gaze was fixed only on Yue Qingqing.