Chapter Eleven: Truly, Understanding Micro-Expressions Is a Blessing

"Hello, my name is Makoto Ito."

The new port promenade, Academy Station.

Liu Mengchao and his party of five gazed at one of the key figures in their journey—Makoto Ito.

Makoto appeared refined, a harmless model student. That impression would have held, had his hand not been indecently fondling Qingqing Zhang’s backside, with his elbow also rubbing against her ample chest.

"Things are progressing quickly," Liu Mengchao observed, glancing at Qingqing Zhang, who, with the demeanor of a delicate woman, nestled against Makoto’s side. The other two, reincarnators, wore expressions of jealousy.

Liu Li and Li Yang.

They lagged a step behind, their eyes roaming Qingqing’s body—from her rounded hips, upward to the butterfly tattoo upon her neck.

"Is this surge of emotion what’s called desire?" Liu Mengchao noted that the numbers in the pool were slowly rising. The emotional fluctuations brought on by desire, it seemed, were not insignificant. Yet Liu Li’s expression was subtly different; too faint, his lips poised between a smile and tension. Unwittingly, he had revealed his true feelings.

Feeling smug, are you, Liu Li? Do you think your earlier act of swallowing nervously fooled everyone here? Perhaps you should study more psychology at home, especially micro-expressions in behavioral psychology. Your performance is terribly clumsy.

"Look..." Hua Weiwei suddenly tugged gently at Liu Mengchao’s sleeve.

Following her gaze, he saw Yan Ye Gui, dressed in her school uniform, running breathlessly toward the station.

"It’s Yan Ye Gui!" The chubby Li Yang sighed regretfully, "Too bad the Main God’s task requires us to preserve her virginity. Otherwise..."

Otherwise? Dissatisfied with my assigned tasks, are you? Should I give you a new one? Liu Mengchao, adept in psychology, knew that for a man, the best things are always those beyond reach.

Because of the longing for Qingqing Zhang, the allure of Hua Weiwei’s graceful figure, and the forbidden thought of Yan Ye Gui, Li Yang’s psyche fluctuated, the disturbance growing stronger as Yan Ye Gui drew near.

The pool’s total had risen from five thousand to seven thousand points.

"That’s Yan Ye Gui!" Makoto Ito suddenly called out.

"You’re not allowed to call another woman’s name," Qingqing Zhang’s youthful hand drew Makoto’s hand to her waist. "You can only look at me." She pressed her whole body against him, her voluptuous chest flattening against his. "Otherwise..."

She rose on tiptoe, arms wrapped around his neck, her lush red lips whispering in his ear, "I’ll kill you!"

Huh?!

Makoto had no time to react, passively accepting a woman’s passionate kiss. For a still-innocent high school boy, this was an extraordinary experience.

This woman truly knew how to wield her weapons, Liu Mengchao mused, watching Qingqing Zhang’s effortless performance.

Tap, tap.

Brown shoes suddenly halted in front of Liu Mengchao.

The girl, witnessing the sudden kiss before her, flushed instantly. Yan Ye Gui, who had intended to bid farewell to her new seatmate, fled in fright—the reason was plain enough.

It was the sound made by the two kissing.

"Pop!"

Saliva stretched a transparent thread between Makoto Ito and Qingqing Zhang’s lips.

"Sorry, we couldn’t help ourselves," Qingqing Zhang apologized to Liu Mengchao.

Couldn't help it? Or don’t want me to complete my task? The pool’s total hadn’t moved a bit; you’re quite the actress, Qingqing Zhang.

"Heh heh..." Makoto also smiled apologetically, his face brimming with pride and satisfaction. "Qingqing is just like that. She’s a good girl."

A good girl...?

At that moment, amusement flickered in everyone’s eyes, contagious and swirling.

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"I never thought we’d end up right next door to your place, Makoto!"

"Mmm, so goodbye?"

"It’s see you tomorrow, silly." Qingqing Zhang, again, drew Makoto’s hand onto her waist, engaging in another fierce kiss.

"Mengchao..." Hua Weiwei, watching the two passionately entwined figures ahead, felt she ought to do something herself. She quietly approached Liu Mengchao. "Is this our lodging?"

"Here?" Liu Mengchao raised his head, glancing at the residence Bai Ya had arranged for them.

An apartment building, right beside Makoto’s own. Fifth floor, three adjoining rooms.

As Makoto disappeared from view, Qingqing Zhang abruptly turned, looking at Liu Mengchao with a sorrowful expression, aggrieved. "That Makoto Ito is so disgusting!"

Her large eyes fluttered pitifully before Liu Mengchao, as though she’d suffered a tremendous injustice. If not for the pool’s total remaining unchanged, he might have been taken in by her act.

This wasn’t Qingqing Zhang’s first performance, surely. The wounded look, the pouting lips, especially the way her hands twisted together before her body—all classic signs of grievance in psychological literature.

Heh, can’t let you keep acting, or else my Main God space will be running a deficit.

"Oh."

His gaze passed over Qingqing Zhang’s head as if listening to a weather report—calm, indifferent, detached.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Pool total: 8,000!

As expected. Because I ignored your performance, you’re indignant now? Does every man have to be spineless, melt at a stranger’s coquettish act, and let compassion run wild?

"Let’s go," Liu Mengchao took the lead, opening the room on the far right. "I’ll stay here."

"I..." Hua Weiwei looked pleadingly at Liu Mengchao, resembling a helpless kitten.

Slap!

Liu Li jabbed Li Yang with his elbow, giving him a look.

"We’ll share a room!"

Heh, you’ve planned this all along, haven’t you?

"Sis..." Qingqing Zhang, recovering from her earlier blow, came over and pulled Hua Weiwei’s hand. "Only one room left. We sisters will stay together."

"Right!" Qingqing Zhang clapped her hands, as if winning a prize. "Tonight, let’s hold a strategy meeting in our room first, okay?"

Tonight...? Pajamas...? Or...?

As if catching the implication, Liu Li and Li Yang exchanged smiles. Led by Liu Li, they nodded quickly, then looked threateningly at the impassive Liu Mengchao.

"What time?"

"You decide, Handsome Liu..." Qingqing Zhang twisted her body, intentionally drawing close. "Come whenever you like."

"Let’s make it tomorrow morning." Others might not know your background, but I remember your identity well.

A part-time university student.

"No way! I want to sleep with Sister Hua for beauty rest!" Qingqing Zhang stretched languidly, deliberately displaying her graceful figure, then lightly tapped her alluring red lips. "Don’t you dare peek!"

Gulp.

Liu Mengchao didn’t need to check the pool panel to know that Liu Li and Li Yang, the reincarnators, were desperate to have their way with this woman. Their swallowing was loud enough.

Liu Li, with his blond hair, shot a fierce look at Qingqing Zhang’s chest before stepping up to Liu Mengchao.

"Don’t get cocky. I think this meeting is necessary—let’s exchange all our intel tonight at nine. Also..." Liu Li paused, his gaze sweeping over Hua Weiwei cowering behind Qingqing Zhang, lingering on her chest. "Today the three of us discussed it: the team needs a captain. I’ll reluctantly take the role for now. You’d better behave!"

You background character—are you threatening the Main God?

"Oh, best of luck surviving, Captain. Don’t get erased by the Main God."

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I flipped through a lot of psychology books just to write these micro-expressions...

Honestly, I’m pretty proficient myself, hehe...

Alright, just kidding...

Asking for recommendations, asking for favorites—raising a sign, and I promise to warm your bed, hmm.