There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 4.1

Watching the girl’s figure fleeing in panic, Wei Sheng and a few others on the high platform sofa looked surprised.

“What’s this about a farmer and a snake?” Wei Sheng turned his head to look at Huo Jun, “Why are you guys talking about fairy tales?”

“…..”

Huo Jun slowly took his eyes off that figure, suppressing the obsessive emotions in his eyes.

He chuckled lightly.

Wei Sheng turned to him, “Just watching her run away, aren’t you going to chase her?”

“Why should I chase?”

Wei Sheng: “After tonight, our Young Master Huo will be of age.” He winked and smiled at Huo Jun, “You can do things that adults can do.”

Huo Jun glanced at him, sneering.

“Get lost.”

“Don’t know how to enjoy, Young Master Huo.” Wei Sheng curled his lips.

“……”

Huo Jun didn’t continue the conversation.

He picked up the glass next to him, shook it, and suddenly asked, “What do you think the chances are that I would have been drugged tonight if she wasn’t here?”

“…Huh?? What drugging? What kind of drug?”

Wei Sheng was confused, and it took him a while to recover.

He only heard Huo Jun chuckle, “The chances are indeed quite high.”

Wei Sheng: “What the hell is this thing??”

Huo Jun ignored him and stood up.

Wei Sheng: “Young Master Huo, have you changed your mind and are preparing to chase her?”

“Chase what.” Huo Jun scoffed lightly.

Wei Sheng: “Then where are you going?”

“..…”

Huo Jun bent down, rummaged through a pile of liquor bottles, casually picked up a thick crystal bottle, and lazily weighed it. He walked towards the back alley of the bar.

The laughter left behind was lazy, and the tail sound rolled a bit of thin malice——

“Seeking revenge.”

…….

Because she left in such a hurry, when Qin Ke ran out of the Hell bar, she noticed that she was still tightly holding that black thin jacket.

She paused, but still didn’t turn around to return this jacket.

It was just that Huo Jun’s last glance was too similar to Huo Zhonglou from her previous life, almost making Qin Ke couldn’t help but come up with a very terrifying guess.

“…It can’t be.”

Qin Ke shook her head and threw away that thought.

Not to mention that the two people’s names were completely different. Huo Zhonglou was a famous young master of the Huo family in Sijiu City, while Huo Jun was just a rich young man who played a bit crazy in this dry city.

And she clearly remembered that the housekeeper of the Huo family in her previous life told her that Huo Zhonglou had disfigured his face when he was a child, so Huo Jun could not possibly be that person…

Qin Ke slowly calmed her breath.

She looked down at the thin jacket in her hand, which had a faint smell of tobacco. She didn’t know if it was because the air in Hell was soaked, or it was contaminated from that person.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Qin Ke held the jacket and walked towards the Qin family’s direction with a troubled mind…

Not long after Qin Ke returned home, Qin Yan also came back.

She looked upset. The first thing she did was to go upstairs to the outside of Qin Ke’s room and knock on the door.

Qin Ke had just taken a shower.

She had a slight obsession with cleanliness and didn’t like the smell of smoke and alcohol. At this time, she heard the knock on the door, and she was wiping her wet hair and standing outside the door.

The wooden door opened.

Facing the innocent and cute melon face of the girl hidden under the long hair inside the door, Qin Yan’s eyes flashed with a bit of jealousy. But it was quickly covered up by her.

Qin Yan tried to show a gentle smile.

“Xiao Ke, why did you suddenly go to Hell today? I was scared when I saw you there.”

Qin Yan wasn’t surprised that she would come, and just said lightly, “I went to school to change my major, and I met Song Lili, she invited me over.”

“I see.”

Qin Yan responded awkwardly, and casually asked a question, “Did your change of major go smoothly?”

“……”

Qin Ke’s hand wiping her long hair paused lightly, and then resumed her movement. It was still that light tone, “When I went to school, the teacher had already left——I didn’t have time to change.”

“?!?”

Qin Yan’s face changed suddenly, and her expression was slightly distorted for a moment. “How, how could it be too late!”

Hidden under the long hair, the girl’s mouth corner hooked lightly.

“Maybe it’s because, heaven decreed that I shouldn’t change my major, so it made the teacher leave early.”

“How could this be?”

Qin Yan was still immersed in the shock of this dashed hope and hadn’t recovered, and she didn’t notice Qin Ke’s expression and words at all.

“But you——”

Qin Yan wanted to say something, but Qin Ke spoke before her. “Sister, I’m a bit tired, let’s talk tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, sister.”

After speaking, without waiting for Qin Yan to speak, the door was gently closed by the girl with a light laugh and apologetic eyes.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of her, Qin Yan was stunned for a while, her face changing.

After standing for a few seconds, Qin Yan turned around with a gloomy look and walked towards her own room.

She always felt that something seemed to have happened to this naive and cheap little sister that she didn’t know about——the Qin Ke she thought she could completely control was beginning to slip away from her control little by little…

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In early August, Qiande High School started.

As a private high school, one of the most obvious differences between Qiande High School and other high schools was that the last month of each summer vacation was used to “military train” students.

It also meant starting school one month early, and every grade had to participate every year. The students of Qiande High School had a lot of complaints about this, but this had become one of the traditions of Qiande High School, and no one could change it.

The old students of the second and third grades have already been taken away by the bus, and the new students need to first find their own names corresponding to the class in front of the red list posted in the school.

The most people stood in front of the first big list.

There were also many students discussing in low voices in front of the list.

“This is this year’s elite class, I really envy them.”

“Huh? What elite class?”