After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Things I Like to Eat

◎Sister can do whatever she wants to me◎

The moment Jiao Qingyin spoke the first word, Wen Fengyue’s heart rate quickened. Now, hearing the other person refer to herself as “Wen Fengyue’s sister” in front of a stranger… if she weren’t unable to use her body right now, she might not have been able to resist jumping up and down twice.

As for the homeroom teacher, he had long grown accustomed to being hung up on by Wen Fengyue’s “parent.” He was reflexively preparing to switch screens to send a message the moment the call connected, never expecting that the person on the other end would actually speak this time.

Only… this sister of Wen Fengyue’s sounded quite young.

The teacher had actually suspected for a long time that the owner of this phone number was Wen Fengyue herself. Hearing Jiao Qingyin’s voice now, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a classmate Wen Fengyue had found to brush him off.

With this thought, the teacher instinctively asked: “Wen Fengyue’s sister, right… forgive me for asking, but how old are you this year?”

Jiao Qingyin walked to the railing of the rooftop, leaning her back against it to look at the sky, answering as she gazed upward: “I am thirty-four years old.”

The teacher paused his movement of pouring goji berries into his thermos, thinking to himself that this voice didn’t sound like someone in their thirties at all…

The one who cared about this number more than him was Wen Fengyue. She asked in a small voice inside Jiao Qingyin’s head: “Are you really thirty-four?”

In a sub-personality’s cognition, their own age might differ greatly from the host personality. Perhaps in Jiao Qingyin’s mind, this was indeed her age.

Jiao Qingyin didn’t expect Wen Fengyue to take it seriously, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. “Seventeen in my last life, seventeen in this life—doesn’t that add up to about the same?”

Wen Fengyue: “…” The playfulness in Jiao Qingyin’s tone was so obvious that she immediately realized the other was just saying that to fool the teacher.

She fell silent for a while, but after Jiao Qingyin and the teacher exchanged a few more sentences, she couldn’t help but ask again: “Then in your own view, how old are you actually?”

Out of a subtle mindset, Wen Fengyue hoped Jiao Qingyin was a bit younger than her. After all, if that were the case, she might be able to hear the other call her “Sister”…?

While Wen Fengyue was asking, the teacher happened to be reporting her conduct at school. Jiao Qingyin listened with interest to these “misdeeds” while casually reporting her age at the time of her death to Wen Fengyue: “Twenty-three years old.”

Twenty-three… Wen Fengyue’s heart skipped a beat. Ten years ago the other person looked exactly the same as now; in six years, would she be older than Jiao Jiao?

Wen Fengyue’s little thoughts weren’t hidden very well, and Jiao Qingyin saw through them almost immediately. She chuckled. “No matter how old you are, I am your sister.”

After all, “Sister” was a title Wen Fengyue had volunteered to use.

Jiao Qingyin’s words caused Wen Fengyue’s face to heat up as her thoughts were exposed. She covered her face and became completely quiet.

…Wait?

Wen Fengyue lowered her head, looking at her transparent form in the darkness. This was the first time she realized that her state was somewhat strange while Jiao Qingyin was controlling the body.

She was like… a ghost living in this shell, or something else. She could share senses with the Jiao Qingyin currently using the body, yet she possessed an independent sensory system of her own. She could use whichever set of senses she preferred.

So, when I usually use the body, Jiao Jiao is like this too… why didn’t I notice before?

“…Aside from skipping class, leaving exam papers blank, and other academic issues, classmates have reported her for hitting people—though we are still verifying the last one. If you as a guardian could cooperate…”

“Understood. I will discipline her tonight,” Jiao Qingyin replied.

Seeing that Wen Fengyue’s sister, regardless of her age, at least had a good attitude, the teacher’s anger dissipated significantly. His tone softened. “That’s about it then. When you have time, perhaps you could come to the school so we can talk in person?”

Without seeing her with his own eyes, he was always worried Wen Fengyue had just found someone random to help deal with him.

“I don’t have much free time lately,” Jiao Qingyin said.

The teacher became slightly alert. “Oh? Then is this weekend convenient? I’d like to do a home visit.”

“Seems he’s quite responsible,” Jiao Qingyin said to Wen Fengyue. “Much better than your homeroom teacher in your last life.”

Indeed. Jiao Qingyin’s words interrupted Wen Fengyue’s thoughts, reminding her of that scum without teacher ethics who instigated the bullying incident. That man was still teaching—teaching the air in a psychiatric hospital, getting injected with a needle by a nurse every three hours.

But no matter how responsible the teacher was, Wen Fengyue insisted: “Sister, tell him no home visit.”

“Mhm, leave it to me.”

With Jiao Qingyin’s assurance, Wen Fengyue felt relieved. But in the next second, she heard Jiao Qingyin say: “A home visit is fine, but this week isn’t great. Mostly because little… little Fengyue won’t be very presentable.”

Wen Fengyue’s first reaction was that even after ten years, Jiao Qingyin still hadn’t decided on a nickname for her and had to make one up on the spot.

The teacher was stunned. “Why would she be ‘not presentable’?”

“Because I plan to give her a beating tonight to make her understand she needs to behave at school. After the beating, she’ll probably need to nurse her injuries at home for a while… I can be a bit heavy-handed, so Teacher, you should schedule a time with me later.”

Teacher: “…”

Wen Fengyue: “…”

Using Wen Fengyue’s body, Jiao Qingyin had a smile on her face, but her tone was very serious. “If you hadn’t told me, Teacher, I wouldn’t have known this child was being so lawless. Once she’s home from school today, I’ll break her legs…”

The teacher was startled and tried to stop her. “There’s no need for that! Children mostly need guidance; you can’t use violence…”

Before he could finish, Jiao Qingyin hung up. He shouted “Hello?” twice and stood up impatiently. He had to find Wen Fengyue. The college entrance exam was only two months away; if her sister was serious, it wouldn’t just fail to educate her—it could ruin Wen Fengyue’s life.

Under the intense emotional fluctuation, a resentful ghost crawled out from his shadow. It had no specific form, like a clump of black mud, writhing in a distorted manner.

Sensing something, Jiao Qingyin looked down from the rooftop. She didn’t like heights, but to prevent her acrophobia from relapsing, she often practiced by going to rooftops. At this moment, however, she cared less about the height and more about the ominous aura suddenly emerging from the office building.

It was more intense than she expected… what exactly had Wen Fengyue’s teacher brought out from the music building?

“Sister…”

Hearing Wen Fengyue call her gloomily, Jiao Qingyin snapped back to reality. She moved away from the railing and teased as she walked toward the rooftop exit: “What is it? Dissatisfied with the content of the ‘discipline’?”

“…” Wen Fengyue swallowed the words she originally wanted to say. After a long pause, she squeezed out two words: “No.”

After another moment, she added: “Sister can do whatever she wants.”

She said this on purpose, softening her voice and tone as if she were aggrieved but refused to speak up. Wen Fengyue had roughly figured out Jiao Qingyin’s preferences. She knew that if she said this, Jiao Qingyin would…

“You…”

Jiao Qingyin stood by the rooftop door, her expression shifting several times before settling on a helpless, amused look. “I don’t remember teaching you this,” she said.

Wen Fengyue continued in that pitiful tone: “Sister, I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

Jiao Qingyin feigned anger. “Say that again and I really will discipline you.”

“If Sister wants to do that, then I…”

Jiao Qingyin raised a hand, pinched her own cheek fiercely, and the moment she felt the pain, she gave the body back to Wen Fengyue. Wen Fengyue was forced to endure the “heavy discipline.”

“It hurts…” she muttered in a low voice, sounding quite miserable.

Jiao Qingyin remained unmoved, ruthlessly urging: “Time to go back to the classroom.”

Judging by that approaching clump of resentment, the teacher had already entered the teaching building. If they returned to the classroom now, they should run right into him.

Wen Fengyue didn’t know about the ghosts yet, so Jiao Qingyin didn’t bring it up. Thus, when the human and the ghost arrived at the classroom door, they happened to come face-to-face with the equally ignorant teacher.

“Wen Fengyue, you’re just in time,” the teacher looked very anxious. “Your sister…”

While the teacher talked to Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin noticed his bizarre shadow. It was hard not to notice; while everyone else’s shadows stayed in the same posture as their owners, only this shadow was twisting on the ground, churning with nauseating resentment.

Before drifting out of Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin first reached out a transparent hand. The shadow sensed danger and immediately reared up, opening its eyes and locking its gaze onto Jiao Qingyin’s hand. Seeing the dozens of eyes lighting up at once, Jiao Qingyin immediately associated it with mutated species from the apocalypse.

The combat strategy etched into her DNA made her squeeze out countless thin, fast blades of wind through the air, piercing straight into those eyes.

“AAAAAAH—!!!”

A scream that sounded like countless people combined rang out simultaneously. Layered reverberations and echoes instantly filled the corridor. But aside from Jiao Qingyin, only Wen Fengyue and the teacher heard it.

They looked up at the same time. Wen Fengyue’s eyes were alert, while the teacher was full of horror. “What was that sound…!” He instinctively moved to protect the few students closest to him.

Wen Fengyue observed the surroundings rapidly and found that aside from her and the teacher, the other students coming and going had no reaction at all. Instead, they cast curious looks at the teacher who had just shouted.

So Wen Fengyue lowered her head and said: “You misheard. There was no sound.”

The teacher was about to argue, but strangely found that after Wen Fengyue finished speaking, the screams echoing in his ears suddenly vanished. Not only that, he felt his body suddenly become light; the back pain that had been troubling him lately seemed to vanish instantly.

Wh-what’s going on…? He had already made a doctor’s appointment for next week to check for a herniated disc, but now… the teacher inexplicably felt healthy enough to run a marathon. But based on the fact that he suddenly heard something screaming while walking… perhaps he needed to give himself a holiday to relieve stress.

In a place the teacher couldn’t see, Jiao Qingyin held a struggling black shadow, her expression cold and disgusted. She could feel that if she ate this thing, she would gain greater power, but…

While the teacher was dazed, Wen Fengyue entered the classroom, asking quickly at the same time: “Jiao Jiao, are you okay?” She had clearly felt a threat, even if only for a moment… her intuition was never wrong.

“I’m fine,” Jiao Qingyin answered. She followed to Wen Fengyue’s seat, holding the black shadow a bit further away.

Wen Fengyue breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what happened, as long as Jiao Qingyin was fine, it was okay. But those screams that seemed straight out of a horror movie… what were they?

Wen Fengyue didn’t suspect a hallucination this time because the teacher had clearly heard those shrieks too. This forced her to accept that in this world… there might truly be supernatural beings.

Recalling her conversations with Jiao Qingyin when she was young, she sat for a while before she couldn’t help but ask: “Sister, did you hear that just now?”

The bell for class rang. This period was Chinese class, so the teacher couldn’t call Wen Fengyue out again. He walked away from the teaching area step by step with a strange expression, swaying his hips as if on a catwalk.

The Chinese teacher who happened to see this: “…” The old class head seems to be under a lot of pressure.

Jiao Qingyin looked at the podium and answered Wen Fengyue: “I heard it.” She realized that if she were to deal with the unstable factors in this school, Wen Fengyue would inevitably discover the secrets in the shadows of this world. Since it couldn’t be hidden, perhaps she could consider telling her the truth bit by bit.

She drifted over to sit on the desk. After “taking a bite” of Wen Fengyue yesterday, Jiao Qingyin found this morning that she could control her power to let her spiritual body touch physical objects slightly. Thus, this was the first time since coming to this world that she sat tangibly on something in her spiritual form.

Holding the black shadow, Jiao Qingyin looked down at Wen Fengyue. “If there was something that was very good for the body but tasted especially bad, would you eat it?”

Wen Fengyue didn’t understand how the topic jumped so fast, but she answered: “I would.”

Getting the answer, Jiao Qingyin slowly turned her gaze back to the shadow ghost. The latter realized its doom was near and stopped struggling, beginning to play dead. Just as Jiao Qingyin decided to close her eyes, tear it to shreds, and eat it, Wen Fengyue spoke again: “And…”

Jiao Qingyin paused, waiting for her to finish.

“…If there is something you don’t like to eat but must eat, you can give it to me.”

Her eyes were bright. Under the sunlight, her pupil color was a bit lighter than at night. Jiao Qingyin involuntarily turned her head away. Wen Fengyue’s gaze was too dazzling, making her not want to look directly.

Even if her gaze was averted, her heart felt stuffed, forcing her to use a new question to divert her attention. “What if it’s something I must eat myself?”

Wen Fengyue’s expression froze slightly. Jiao Qingyin’s question was too specific, as if… the other was currently facing this exact problem. Once this thought appeared, Wen Fengyue seriously considered a strategy.

“How about eating it with something you like?” she suggested.

“Something I like?” Jiao Qingyin thought for a moment and found she didn’t have any particular preferences.

Seeing that the suggestion didn’t seem to help, Wen Fengyue said: “My cooking… isn’t great, but I can try to help you make it taste better, or—”

The tips of Wen Fengyue’s ears suddenly turned red, and she stopped halfway.

“Or?”

“Or…”

Wen Fengyue murmured, becoming uncharacteristically hesitant. Jiao Qingyin’s curiosity was piqued. She leaned forward slightly, waiting for the next sentence.

“…I also saw it from someone else,” Wen Fengyue said in a small voice. “It pro-probably won’t be useful for us, so never mind…”

She refused to speak further, a look of grim resolve even appearing on her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell Jiao Qingyin; it was that… this method could only be used by couples. Wen Fengyue already regretted proposing this suggestion. She shouldn’t have pretended to sleep while that couple in the front row was whispering during class; she should have just told them to shut up.

Jiao Jiao and I aren’t a couple… Wen Fengyue’s face grew even hotter.

Jiao Qingyin looked at her blushing face, and her mouth slowly curled up. If she doesn’t tell me, I’ll find out sooner or later. Although they hadn’t spent much time together, Jiao Qingyin already understood Wen Fengyue well. The girl was basically a puppy who couldn’t hide her thoughts; even if she didn’t ask, Wen Fengyue would eventually reveal the flaw herself one day.

Talking to Wen Fengyue was like a shot of adrenaline, quickly making Jiao Qingyin’s mood pleasant. She raised her hand, intending to deal with the thing, but was surprised to find it had completely changed its appearance. The side closer to Wen Fengyue was seeing its resentment constantly dissipate, like a shadow being hit by light, losing that uncomfortable layer of impurity.

Jiao Qingyin flipped it over; the resentment on the other side also began to be purified. Two minutes later, she held a piece of dried small fish—at least it looked and smelled exactly like dried fish. Jiao Qingyin blinked, realizing that what she currently wanted to eat most really was dried fish.

She took a bite. It was fresh and delicious.

Jiao Qingyin happily finished the entire fish and subsequently found her spiritual body became even more solidified. She even had a feeling she could manifest a physical body, though only for a very short duration.

It seemed her previous hypothesis was correct: destroying ghosts—and even further, devouring ghosts—would make her power stronger and stronger, allowing her to do more and gradually move from the world of spirits to the world of reality.

Wen Fengyue asked in a low voice: “Is there a method that works for you?”

“Yes,” Jiao Qingyin smiled. “Eating it with something you like really does make bad things easier to swallow.”

The words were spoken, but Jiao Qingyin didn’t actually know if the “thing she liked” in her mouth referred to the dried fish or the blushing Wen Fengyue looking at her.

Hearing Jiao Qingyin’s laughter, Wen Fengyue also showed a slight smile. Her smiling face happened to be caught by the Chinese teacher, who found it quite novel and called Wen Fengyue’s name. The teacher’s impression of Wen Fengyue had always been average, feeling she was introverted and rebellious. He didn’t expect her to look quite well-behaved when she smiled.

Wen Fengyue: “…” She wiped her expression and stood up.

“Wen Fengyue, you look quite happy. Do you know the answer?”

Wen Fengyue: “…” She hadn’t been listening at all and didn’t even know what the question was, let alone the answer. She skillfully picked up her textbook, preparing to go stand outside the classroom as punishment, but heard Jiao Qingyin speak in her ear: “Let me do it. I was listening.”

No matter how many times I hear it, Jiao Jiao’s voice sounds so good… Wen Fengyue’s train of thought derailed. Her persistent zoning out made Jiao Qingyin think she had defaulted to the suggestion, so she took over the body.

Jiao Qingyin put down the textbook, looked up, and gave a perfectly standard answer. While she was responding fluently, Wen Fengyue fell into a state of immense shock. She found she was no longer in the pitch-black space within the body, but drifting behind Jiao Qingyin.

Wen Fengyue raised a hand in disbelief, moved a leg, and found she actually drifted forward a bit.

“Jiao—”

Halfway through the word, a dizzying sensation hit. When Wen Fengyue opened her eyes again, she had returned to the darkness.

“Are you okay?” Jiao Qingyin had just sat down amidst the teacher’s praise. Seeing that Wen Fengyue seemed to be in a wrong state, she asked immediately.

“I’m okay… just…”

Wen Fengyue’s voice was intermittent, making Jiao Qingyin a bit anxious. She acted as if she were looking at her textbook while extracting her spiritual body from Wen Fengyue. However, this time, Wen Fengyue didn’t regain control of the body because of her departure. She remained in the darkness.

But from Jiao Qingyin’s perspective, there was now a very small figure on “Wen Fengyue’s” shoulder. It was a Chibi version of Wen Fengyue, with short legs and arms and a round head, so cute she looked like she had stepped out of a manga.

It was Wen Fengyue’s spirit.

Jiao Qingyin froze. It took a full half-minute before she came to her senses at Wen Fengyue’s call.

“Wen Fengyue…” She drifted in front of the little Wen Fengyue, carefully reaching out a hand. “Can you see me?”

The little Wen Fengyue started looking around, but her vision was entirely pitch black. Where was Jiao Qingyin? She couldn’t even feel where her own body was. Wen Fengyue tried to take a few steps, but the surrounding scene didn’t change at all.

Seeing the little Wen Fengyue about to fall off the shoulder of the body, Jiao Qingyin hurriedly reached out and caught her. Soft and warm. Jiao Qingyin put her back on the shoulder in a daze, but her hand couldn’t resist lightly poking the little Wen Fengyue’s belly.

“There’s something—mph!” Wen Fengyue only got halfway through her sentence before being pushed down by Jiao Qingyin’s finger. She tried to push the finger away but failed.

Unable to move, Wen Fengyue was full of alertness mixed with annoyance. She bit down hard on the strange object pinning her down.

“…Hiss!”

Jiao Qingyin took a sharp breath. Hearing it, Wen Fengyue froze. She hesitantly let go. “…Jiao Jiao?”

Jiao Qingyin pulled her hand back to inspect it. Because Wen Fengyue’s current size was too small, the bite only caused a bit of pain without leaving a mark. She then raised her left hand to compare, but her pupils constricted at what she saw—there was a tooth mark on the web between her left thumb and index finger.

She rubbed it, and then rubbed it again, but couldn’t make it disappear.

Wen Fengyue thought she had hurt Jiao Qingyin and stood up quickly, standing on her tiptoes to look in the direction where the hand had come from. “Jiao Jiao, did I bite you just now? Are you hurt?”

She was anxious, but the latter couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re about the size of a hamster right now. Even a few more bites won’t hurt me.”

Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened. A hamster…?

Wait, what exactly is going on—!