Chapter 57: The Reclusive Teen’s Human Card Has Begun to Charm (5)

Chapter 57: The Reclusive Teen's Human Card Has Begun to Charm (5)

At dawn, Song Chuyi returned to Shen Han's bedroom.

Shen Han was already awake.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the youth who climbed in through the window, and spoke.

"Where did you go?"

"I just wandered around outside and even ran into your second brother," Song Chuyi shared the good news, "I also asked him how to get into the Bureau of Evil Suppression."

He patted the small notebook in his hand, "I wrote everything down. Starting today, we'll train according to this goal!"

He would definitely help Shen Han achieve his dream!

Shen Han stared at the mask on the youth's face, his dark pupils seemed to glint with a hidden light.

"A'Chu, you want me to join the Bureau of Evil Suppression?"

"Of course!" Song Chuyi walked over to the bedside and plopped down, "Although it's hard to get into the Bureau of Evil Suppression, I believe that if it's you, you can definitely make it!"

The corners of Shen Han's mouth curled up slightly, a rare smile forming on his usually expressionless face.

His solemn answer echoed in the room.

"Alright."

Song Chuyi had originally thought that someone Shen Han's age should be going to school.

But by noon, Shen Han showed no signs of going to school, which made him curious.

"Shen Han, aren't you going to school?"

"Hmm." Shen Han looked down at his book, the pages slightly curled. He pressed the curled edges down to flatten them before continuing to read.

Their conversation filled the room.

"Why not go to school?"

"It's not suitable for me."

"But how can you take the exam for the Bureau of Evil Suppression without going to school?"

"You don't need to go to school to take the exam."

"But how will you make friends if you don't go to school?"

"I don't need friends."

...

Song Chuyi's mouth went dry, but Shen Han still had no intention of going to school.

In the end, he gave up.

As long as he was there to keep him company, and with so many books, not going to school shouldn't be a problem.

He patted Shen Han's shoulder, "If you're not going, then fine, but you still need to study."

Shen Han's lips curved upward.

For several days, Shen Han stayed in his room reading, showing no intention of going out.

This bored Song Chuyi to death.

He couldn't stand being without conversation!

A week later, unable to bear it any longer, Song Chuyi rubbed his eyes vigorously, making them red, before approaching Shen Han, softening his voice.

"Shen Han, I want to go out and play."

He crossed his hands, a look of grievance appearing on his exquisite face.

"The room is so stuffy."

As he spoke, his eyes grew redder, as if he might cry at any moment.

Shen Han looked up from his book, his gaze landing on the youth's reddened eyelids.

The youth must not realize how beautiful he looks right now.

Reddened eyelids, full of grievance, utterly charming.

No one could refuse such a sight.

"Alright."

He heard himself say.

Finally, he could go out! Song Chuyi cheered inwardly, but on the surface, he pretended to nod.

"Don't rub your eyes so hard next time."

Shen Han added another sentence.

Song Chuyi: ...

Pretend I didn't hear that!

Soon, Song Chuyi went out to play with Shen Han.

Of course, he was wearing a mask.

After wandering for a few hours, both of them were a bit tired and found a restaurant to have a meal.

Coincidentally, Shen Shu was also there.

Song Chuyi naturally greeted Shen Shu.

Shen Shu had a deep impression of him; after all, not many people could chat with him all night without feeling sleepy.

He hadn't expected to run into them so soon, so he invited them to join him for dinner.

Song Chuyi happily agreed, pulling Shen Han along.

After sitting down, Song Chuyi started asking about the Bureau of Evil Suppression, even touching Shen Han's thigh under the table, signaling him to pay attention.

Shen Han kept his head down, unsure if he was listening.

He looked at the tender fingertips resting on his thigh and reached out to hold them.

Delicate and warm.

They belonged to his A'Chu alone.

But now, his A'Chu was chatting happily with someone else.

It was a conversation he couldn't intrude upon.

After chatting for a while, Song Chuyi went to the restroom.

Shen Han watched Song Chuyi leave, only turning his head when he could no longer see his figure, staring straight at Shen Shu.

"I will enter the Bureau of Evil Suppression."

Shen Shu was startled.

Not by the information in those words, but by the fact that his Ninth Younger Brother had actually spoken.

In his limited memory of him, he had never heard him speak.

"You..." Shen Shu suppressed his shock, "are you... better?"

"Better?" Shen Han slowly curved his lips into a smile, not the pure smile he showed Song Chuyi, but one filled with a sense of malevolent chaos.

In an instant, Shen Shu felt his hair stand on end, and the card with which he had a mental connection trembled violently.

He clutched the "Sword of Judgment" in his pocket, his heart pounding.

His life-bound card was an S-grade card, capable of summoning the "Sword of Judgment."

The Sword of Judgment judged all things in the world, eradicating all evil beasts.

His Sword of Judgment could instantly kill any evil beast below S-grade and still had the power to fight against S-grade beasts.

He had once battled an S-grade evil beast, and although the Sword of Judgment reacted strongly then, it was nothing compared to now.

It trembled, trembling violently.

This trembling didn't seem like it was eager to cut down the evil before it, but rather like it had seen something terrifyingly helpless and instinctively wanted to flee.

Even more shockingly, his Sword of Judgment returned to the card on its own at this moment.

Summoned entities usually disliked returning to their cards.

This was the first time the Sword of Judgment had rushed back without even consulting its master.

Even after returning to the card, Shen Shu could still feel the fear emanating from it.

This fear even affected him.

Shen Shu's face gradually turned pale, his hands gripping the table tightly, his mind reeling in shock.

What was going on with his Ninth Younger Brother?

"Huh? Second Brother Shen, why is your face so pale?"

Two meters away, Song Chuyi asked, puzzled.

Shen Han reined in his smile, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Shen Shu felt the pressure on him suddenly lift.

By now, Song Chuyi had walked over, noticing his poor complexion and asked, "Is there some mission at the Bureau of Evil Suppression?"

"Uh, uh," Shen Shu responded vaguely.

He abruptly stood up, "There's something at the Bureau of Evil Suppression. Eat, I've already paid."

Without even daring to look at the bowed Shen Han, he hurriedly left.

Song Chuyi plopped down next to Shen Han, picked up the chopsticks, and filled his bowl with food.

"Eat, eat."

This was all free!

Shen Han looked at the radiant youth whose light couldn't be hidden even by a mask, his eyelashes fluttering lightly.

"A'Chu, do you like Shen Shu?"

Song Chuyi: ?

Huh?

The antagonist's mind is truly bizarre.