Chapter 342: Osmanthus Rain over the Fields

Lin Yuan heard the word "birthday" and was stunned for a full two seconds before he belatedly reacted.

Yeah, today is September 10, and he himself had been so busy he had tossed this matter into the clouds.

"Ah? Birthday... I, I completely forgot about it. Miss Qin, did you really come to the company just to pick me up? This is too much trouble for you, I..." Lin Yuan was genuinely made to feel flattered by this sudden attention.

Earlier Qin Bore had said she would give him a birthday, but Lin Yuan had thought she was just making casual talk.

As it turned out, he never expected she would actually come.

Su Monong in the back seat finally lifted her head, her gaze sweeping past Lin Yuan to land on Qin Bore outside the car window.

Su Monong's voice remained cool and aloof, yet carried a hint of inquiry: "Who is this young lady?"

Lin Yuan hurriedly turned his head, deliberately simplifying their relationship, his tone as natural as possible: "Director Su, she is the female landlord of my bachelor apartment, Qin Bore."

Su Monong's gaze swept over the bright red Ferrari LaFerrari.

Su Monong's fingertips lightly rubbed the edge of the report as she silently pondered.

A female landlord who can afford a multi‑million‑yuan limited‑edition sports car is certainly no ordinary person, and moreover, the way Qin Bore looks at Lin Yuan is clearly far more intimate than that of a mere landlord‑tenant.

Su Monong withdrew her gaze, picked up the report again, and spoke in a flat tone that nevertheless conveyed permission:

"Since today is your birthday and Miss Qin has come specially to pick you up, you may go; I'll wait for Zhi Yuan to arrive and then ride back in her car."

Although Lin Yuan is her man, Su Monong does not have a strong sense of possessiveness.

She knows that a good man must learn to share with other excellent women.

Therefore, she is willing to accept Lin Yuan's relationships with other women.

After all, this also lets Su Zhiyuan completely give up on Lin Yuan.

Upon hearing this, Qin Bore smiled and waved at Lin Yuan, her voice light: "Lin Yuan, don't just stand there—get in the car; there'll be traffic later."

Lin Yuan answered with an "Okay," undid his seatbelt and pushed open the car door; he had just reached Qin Bore's Ferrari sports car.

Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind him.

He turned his head and saw Su Zhiyuan driving a sports car out of the underground parking lot, the window rolled down, allowing him to clearly see her expression.

Su Zhiyuan's gaze first fell on Lin Yuan, then quickly swept over Qin Bore standing beside him.

Upon seeing that eye‑catching Ferrari, Su Zhiyuan's formerly calm pretty face instantly sank, jealousy evident in her eyes.

She flung open the car door and strode over, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, her eyes fixed on Qin Bore filled with undisguised hostility.

Su Zhiyuan's voice carried a hint of aggression: "Who are you? Why are you pulling Lin Yuan into the car?"

Before Qin Bore could reply, Su Zhiyuan stepped forward half a pace, raising her voice as if asserting her claim:

"I warn you, Lin Yuan already has a girlfriend! Moreover, he has several blind‑date prospects—don't get any ideas about him!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Bore raised her eyebrows, her gaze sweeping over Su Zhiyuan's tense face, her fingertips still resting on the car door handle, her tone flat and unruffled:

"Oh, okay, thanks for the reminder."

After saying that, she turned her head to look at Lin Yuan, still standing there dazed, and lightly lifted her chin: "Aren't you getting in? The cake will melt if we wait any longer."

Lin Yuan came to his senses, gave Su Zhiyuan an embarrassed smile, said nothing more, and bent to sit in the passenger seat of the Ferrari.

Qin Bore closed the door, walked around to the driver's side, and before getting in she politely nodded to Su Zhiyuan.

Then the engine let out a low rumble, and the red sports car slowly pulled away from the curb.

Su Monong sat in the back seat, watching the Ferrari disappear into the traffic through the window, her brows slightly furrowed, her heart full of astonishment.

A woman who can afford a multi‑million‑yuan limited‑edition Ferrari must have an extraordinary background—when did Lin Yuan meet someone of this stature?

She also recalled the previous rich and beautiful Zhao Yuyan, and now the sudden appearance of the "female landlord" Qin Bore.

Su Monong couldn't help thinking to herself: This kid's social circle lately is almost too good to be true.

However, this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Hmm.

Su Monong lightly pressed her red lips together and glanced at her daughter outside the car.

Su Monong pushed open the door and got out, walking to her daughter's sports car.

"What are you standing there for? Come on, drive me home." Su Monong also pulled open the door and slipped into the passenger seat.

Her daughter Su Zhiyuan walked back to her own car, fuming, and muttered under her breath as she opened the door…

"What's with the attitude? Does having money make you awesome?"

Su Zhiyuan also started her sports car, the engine roaring as she drove off.

All the way, Su Zhiyuan said angrily, "Mom, I want to buy a Ferrari LaFerrari."

The Su Monong in the passenger seat gave her daughter a look that said she was looking at an idiot.

"Are you dreaming? Our entire group's annual net profit is only 100 million yuan. That one car of theirs equals our quarterly profit. What would we use to buy it for you?"

Su Monong is indeed wealthy, owning a group with a market value of 3 billion yuan and an annual net profit of 100 million yuan.

But there are always people better than you and skies beyond the sky.

Qin Bore's casual Ferrari LaFerrari, a global limited‑edition sports car, costs 35 million yuan!

This car alone equals the Su Group's profit for an entire quarter.

Only someone like Qin Bore truly stands at the pinnacle as a top‑tier ultra‑wealthy elite.

To spend an entire quarter's net profit of the company on a single car?

That is utterly unrealistic and quite irrational.

Unless Su Monong could earn tens or hundreds of billions a year, otherwise she could absolutely not afford such a car.

Even among the wealthy, there are class distinctions.

"I don't care! I'm buying it, even if I have to take out a loan! Mom, didn't you set aside 200 million yuan in savings for my dowry? I want to buy a car!"

Su Zhiyuan pursed her red lips and spoke in a disgruntled tone.

This young lady of wealth, because of jealousy, stimulated by a romantic rival, has lost all reason.

"Fine, Mom will buy it for you in your dream." Su Monong replied lightly.

Su Zhiyuan: "……"

"Mom, can't you earn a bit more money?" Su Zhiyuan said angrily.

Su Monong was angered into laughter by her daughter, "My abilities are limited; I'll hand the company over to you to manage later. Want to make money? Go earn it yourself."

Su Zhiyuan: ……

Su Monong, while exchanging barbs with her daughter, picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to Lin Yuan:

【If you have time after dinner tonight with the pretty landlady, I've prepared a small birthday gift for you on my end; contact me then.】

Since today is Lin Yuan's birthday, Su Monong only just found out, so she also prepared a special birthday for him, giving a small gift.

Soon, Lin Yuan replied to the WeChat:

【Director Su, no need to trouble yourself; I'm afraid I'll be late tonight. You don't need to celebrate my birthday.】

Su Monong's phone vibrated; she picked it up and saw Lin Yuan's reply suddenly appear before her eyes. Her beautiful eyes momentarily furrowed, and her fingertip unconsciously rubbed the edge of the screen.

This damn guy, he's getting more and more out of control.

Su Monong muttered under her breath, her brows knitting tighter, a vague displeasure welling up in her heart.

Lin Yuan's thoughts, this damn guy… are getting wilder and wilder.

He even dares to refuse Su Monong.

Hmph.

This damn man, it seems he needs some discipline.

She lowered her gaze, her fingertip hovering over the input box for a few seconds, then finally typed a line:

【Oh, this girl is quite wealthy, her conditions aren't bad; you should develop things with her.】

As she sent it, the corner of Su Monong's mouth tightened imperceptibly, and even her breath slowed half a beat.

Her daughter Su Zhiyuan was still gripping the steering wheel in anger, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, as if still thinking about the direction the Ferrari had just gone.

Su Zhiyuan muttered, "What landlord? Driving such an expensive car, surely not with good intentions!"

Listening to her daughter's complaint, Su Monong felt the sourness in her heart inexplicably fade, and instead a somewhat "mischievous" idea popped up.

Su Monong turned her head to look at the fleeting night scenery outside the window, recalling how Su Zhiyuan had rushed forward to confront Qin Bore with an anxious expression.

She also recalled the scene of Lin Yuan and Qin Bore getting into the Ferrari.

If Lin Yuan really develops a relationship with Qin Bore, her daughter would probably explode with anger, possibly even completely lose her feelings for Lin Yuan.

As soon as this thought arose, Su Monong herself stared blankly for a moment, then her fingertip lightly rubbed the phone case.

Although just moments ago she was jealous over Lin Yuan's "disobedience," the thought that she could break her daughter's obsession and still get to watch such a "tug-of-war" drama actually sparked a subtle anticipation in her heart.

Just like when she used to read female-oriented novels, those plotlines that tormented the characters to death.

Although heart-wrenching, it makes one unable to resist wanting to follow along.

Now Lin Yuan, Qin Bore, Su Zhiyuan, and even she herself have unknowingly become entangled in this situation.

That kind of sour calculation, that anticipatory watching, actually made her feel a bit of "enjoyment."

Watching her daughter be jealous over Lin Yuan.

Watching Lin Yuan navigate between different people, while she herself could both intervene and observe from a not-too-close, not-too-far distance.

This complex tug-of-war is far more interesting than dull corporate struggles.

Su Monong's lips curled up with a hint of amusement she herself didn't even notice.

……

Ten minutes later, the engine sound of the Ferrari LaFa gradually softened on the cobblestone roads of the old district.

It clashed with the ringing of nearby bicycles and the residents' chatter and laughter.

Lin Yuan sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the mottled brick walls flashing by outside the window, the small shop with a sign reading "Shoe Repair & Key Cutting," and the old camphor tree at the alley entrance with lush branches and leaves; his eyes widened slightly.

This is the old lane east of the south gate of Zhijiang University; when he attended university there, he almost came here every day to find food.

"Miss Qin, what is this…"

Before Lin Yuan could finish, Qin Bore had already gently pressed the brake, stopping in front of a small stall with a wooden sign reading "Zhang's Wonton Stand."

Under the blue canvas awning, two large iron pots were steaming white vapor.

The boss was bent over, stirring the wontons in the pot with a long ladle; the rising steam blurred the white hair at his temples, but could not drown out his familiar shout:

"Shepherd's purse wontons are ready——"

Lin Yuan was completely stunned, instinctively unbuckling his seatbelt, his eyes full of surprise: "How do you know this place? I thought…"

He didn't finish his sentence, yet he couldn't hide his surprise.

He had thought Qin Bore would take him to the Four Seasons Hotel, or a highly private private club.

He never imagined she would drive a Ferrari worth tens of millions, detouring to this wonton stall hidden in the old lane.

Qin Bore opened the car door, her burgundy skirt sweeping the steps beside the door, she smiled and turned to look at him:

"Get out of the car; this shop is something I asked Dean Luo about for a long time before he told me, saying you used to come here often to eat when you were in school."

Qin Bore said as she walked up to the wonton stall, she gave the boss a familiar chin lift:

"Boss, two bowls of shepherd's purse and meat wontons, one without scallions, extra spoonful of chili oil; the other normal, less salt."

Boss Zhang looked up and saw her, then glanced at Lin Yuan who had just walked over, suddenly laughing, and tapped the side of the pot with his long ladle:

"Oh my, it's not Xiao Lin! How many years has it been since I last saw you!"

Ten years ago, Lin Yuan almost came here every day to eat, so the boss knew him.

Lin Yuan nodded at the boss, his thoughts drifting back.

The boss then turned to tease Qin Bore: "Little lady, you know his taste better than he himself does; back when he came to my stall, every time he had to shout 'extra chili oil, no scallions,' and I've remembered that for many years."

Lin Yuan stood there, watching Qin Bore and Boss Zhang chat familiarly, a complex warmth welling up in his heart.

Qin Bore turned her head to look at him, her fingertip lightly brushing the red lantern hanging under the canvas canopy, and she blinked her beautiful eyes:

"Dean Luo said, when you were a freshman you often came here to eat wontons; sometimes when you were rushing a paper, you could sit here for an afternoon."

"The Academic God who caused a sensation across the province ten years ago," she paused, her gaze landing on Lin Yuan's slightly stunned face, her tone carrying a hint of gentle certainty:

"After being apart for ten years, we should definitely try the old flavor beside Zhijiang University again, otherwise this birthday would be wasted."

Lin Yuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly; he no longer denied his identity as the Academic God, and there was no need to.

Qin Bore has connections everywhere, so naturally she could also look up his enrollment records and reasons for dropping out from back then.

Moreover, Lin Yuan now teaches at Zhijiang University, so finding out about him is as easy as asking anyone.

All secrets hidden from Qin Bore would probably have nowhere to hide.

Boss Zhang then placed two bowls of wontons on the table, the white porcelain bowls dotted with green cilantro (Lin Yuan's bowl indeed had no scallions).

Chili oil floated on the soup noodles, exuding a rich shepherd's purse aroma.

Qin Bore pushed a bowl toward him: "Eat up, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Lin Yuan picked up his chopsticks, lifted a wonton to his mouth, and the familiar fresh aroma spread across his tongue; in a daze, it felt as if he had returned to that winter night ten years ago when he was rushing a paper—

Back then he had little money in his pocket, a bowl of wontons could make him feel satisfied; he never imagined that ten years later someone would deliberately seek out this flavor for him.

The wontons floated in the light brown broth, green scallions sprinkled on the side, and a plump poached egg lay at the bottom of the bowl.

The egg white was set just right; a light poke released the orange‑yellow yolk, which flowed down the chopstick tip, mixing with the chili oil in the broth, making one's throat tighten with desire.

"Soft‑centered eggs nourish qi and blood,"

Qin Bore pushed her own bowl toward him, fingertips holding her chopsticks, and skillfully transferred each shrimp‑filled wonton from her bowl to his: "You cut your wrist a few days ago and bled; you need to replenish. I don't like shrimp, so these are all yours."

Lin Yuan startled, "She even knows about my wrist‑cutting to stop the bleeding?"

It seems she's been quietly paying attention to me, right?

At this moment, Lin Yuan's heart felt a little warm.

"Thank you, you should eat more too," Lin Yuan nodded, his heart warm.

Although this birthday he only ate one bowl of wontons, that bowl carries the memory of ten years ago, its significance extraordinary.

Today's birthday, he is very happy.

Lin Yuan spooned a mouthful of soup into his mouth; the familiar fresh aroma, wrapped in a hint of spice, slid down his throat, warming his chest to the point of a pleasant fullness.

He suddenly recalled the scene from his freshman winter, when Professor Dong accompanied him to eat wontons—

At that time his grandfather had just gotten into trouble and was jailed, and the family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic had been shut down.

Professor Dong then took him here, likewise, quietly slipping a soft‑centered egg under his bowl and saying, "Young man, this is the time to grow your body; don't push yourself too hard…"

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan's eyes inexplicably grew hot; he hurriedly lowered his head and bit into a wonton, the clean sweetness of shepherd's purse blending with the fresh meat filling, indistinguishable from the flavor of ten years ago.

"Does the taste still match the past?" Qin Bore glanced at his expression, the corners of her mouth curving, and she slowly ate a vegetarian wonton she had scooped for herself.

Lin Yuan had just nodded, and continued eating.

But at that moment, a few suppressed exclamations came from the neighboring table.

He lifted his gaze and saw three male students in Zhijiang University uniforms staring this way, their phone screens lit—obviously they were secretly taking photos.

One of them, a bespectacled male student, was muttering quietly:

"Isn't that the new Lin Laoshi from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine? What's he doing here?"

"The one beside him must be Qin Laoshi from the School of Economics!"

Another male student's voice grew more excited: "Heavens! That's Qin Bore, who's been voted 'Most Beautiful Teacher' three years in a row! Lin Laoshi is too fierce—just a few days ago he was rumored to be flirting with the School of Economics campus belle You Nianchu in the cafeteria, and now he's on a date eating wontons with Qin Laoshi!"

"Good lord, this is too outrageous!"

The bespectacled male student hastily shoved his phone into his pocket, yet couldn't help stealing a glance: "You Nianchu is the acknowledged department belle, Qin Laoshi is the 'white moonlight' of the school's male gods—has Lin Laoshi managed to snag both of our school's top beauties?"

Lin Yuan's motion paused, and he instinctively tried to avoid the camera.

Yet Qin Bore continued eating calmly, even offering a faint smile toward those male students.

The three students froze instantly, hurriedly lowering their heads to pick at the wontons in their bowls, yet they couldn't help glancing over with their peripheral vision.

Lin Yuan's grip on his chopsticks tightened, and he felt a bit uneasy—

He wasn't afraid of being talked about; he just hadn't expected to run into students in a place like this.

Qin Bore seemed to see through his thoughts, leaning in and lowering her voice: "Don't mind them, eat yours. You haven't tasted this in ten years—don't waste it."

Saying that, she slipped another wonton into his bowl, her eyes carrying a hint of reassurance: "Besides, eating wontons together isn't anything shameful."

Lin Yuan looked at the bowl piled high with wontons and the still‑flowing soft‑centered egg, and his unease gradually faded.

He picked up his spoon again, took another sip of soup, and the warmth slowly spread through his chest.

It turned out someone remembered his taste from ten years ago, remembered that he needed to nourish his qi and blood—this feeling felt more solid than any mountain delicacy or seafood.

Inside the wonton shop, some male students secretly took photos and quickly posted them on the school forum…… the alumni WeChat groups also got flooded……

……

Evening, inside the You family villa.

You Nianchu was sitting alone at the dining table eating dinner.

Her father and elder brother were still working overtime at the company.

Suddenly, on WeChat, she received photos and messages from several male students.

As You Nianchu's fingertip just touched the phone screen and she made out the scene in the photo, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

The photo on the phone screen showed Lin Yuan lowering his head to bite into a wonton, while Qin Bore transferred the shrimp from her bowl to his; the yellowish streetlight filtered through the plastic canopy of the wonton stall, bathing the two in light, and even the air seemed wrapped in a sticky warmth—

It was a sight she had never seen before—Lin Yuan relaxed.

The male student who sent the photo also added a line:

【You Campus Belle, you see clearly—Lin Laoshi is dating Qin Laoshi; he's a total scumbag! You must absolutely not be fooled by him!】

You Nianchu not only wasn't angry, but her stunning red lips curled up in an arc.

"Hah, you Phoenix God, you don't even spare your own subordinates?" You Nianchu muttered, "Just wait for me."

You Nianchu slapped her phone onto the table, making a soft "thud", then she brushed the hair hanging over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with a determined ruthlessness.

You Nianchu murmured, "Priest, you are destined to be mine. You will become a member of my You family—oh no, wrong, you will become my dog."

She recalled how, a few days ago in class, Lin Yuan had avoided her, and also remembered the photo where he tacitly approved of Qin Bore, her fingers unconsciously scratching the edge of the table.

"Hah, someday I'll have him walking on a leash." These words weren't made in anger; they were her heartfelt conviction.

She opened her contacts, found a subordinate's number, her finger hovered over the dial button, but she didn't press it right away—

She didn't want to rush; someone like Lin Yuan had to be slowly worn down, bit by bit, grasped firmly in hand so he wouldn't run away.

At that moment, her phone vibrated again—a video from another classmate…

In the video, Lin Yuan and Qin Bore had finished eating wontons, walking side by side toward the alley mouth; Qin Bore held a takeaway container of chili oil, and Lin Yuan helped straighten her wind‑blown scarf.

You Nianchu watched the video, lips lightly pursed, speaking teasingly: "Qin Bore, right? And what about the Phoenix God? I want to see how you, a woman nearing thirty, compete with an eighteen‑year‑old like me for a man."

……

Inside the old‑street wonton shop.

Lin Yuan and Qin Bore ate two big bowls of wontons, plus other snacks.

Qin Bore took Lin Yuan all around the snack street, trying various famous snacks, and the two ended up feeling completely stuffed.

After the meal, Qin Bore drove, taking Lin Yuan to the road beside West Lake called Manjue Long, to enjoy the September osmanthus.

September is precisely the season when early‑autumn osmanthus blooms.

A Ferrari parked under the trees at the entrance of Manjue Long Road; Qin Bore opened the car door first, and a fresh, sweet osmanthus scent immediately poured in.

In September Hangcheng, this road dubbed "the most romantic" has been soaked through with osmanthus.

Osmanthus trees line both sides densely; tiny golden petals fall onto the blue‑stone pavement, soft underfoot and still fragrant.

Osmanthus rain blankets the road, fragrance everywhere.

Lin Yuan got out of the car, the wontons still warm in his belly, mingling with the osmanthus scent—it felt even more comfortable than eating at a high‑end restaurant.

He kicked at the petals by his feet, and the two walked side by side along a path covered in osmanthus fragrance.

The evening breeze carried the osmanthus scent, lightly blowing on them and dispelling the lingering warmth of dusk.

Qin Bore walked half a step ahead; the waist‑cinching design of her wine‑red French‑style dress accentuated her slender figure.

The hem was trimmed with three layers of delicate lace, falling just above the knees; when the wind blew, it lifted into a graceful curve.

Lin Yuan suddenly asked, "Miss Qin, how did you come to teach at Zhijiang University? As you said, you're not short of money—there's no need to come every day to lecture students."

Qin Bore's nude‑colored slender high heels stepped on the blue‑stone pavement.

The thin heels tapped out a crisp "tok, tok" sound; occasionally the toe brushed a falling golden osmanthus, like attaching a tiny gold buckle to the refined shoes, each step exuding French elegance.

Upon hearing this, Qin Bore turned her head; when she smiled, the corners of her eyes curved in a faint arc, and tiny osmanthus petals slipped from her hair to land on her wine‑red collar.

She instinctively smoothed her skirt; the sheer‑stocking‑wrapped ankles were faintly visible at the hem.

The nude high heel's heel lightly brushed the ground, lifting a tiny osmanthus petal: "Just killing time out of boredom."

Speaking, she reached out to catch a drifting petal, pinching the speck of gold between her fingertips; even her nail bed showed a pinkish hue, which contrasted beautifully with her red skirt.

"The dean of Zhijiang University, Director Du, is a close friend of my doctoral advisor; a few years ago, the dean pulled strings through my advisor to find me, saying the School of Economics lacked a practical‑course instructor. I thought I had nothing else to do at home, so I agreed. Anyway, I have plenty of free time; occasionally coming to school to chat with students is more interesting than staying home reading documents." Qin Bore explained.

The two walked on, following the osmanthus scent, when suddenly an open clearing appeared ahead.

Qin Bore then borrowed tools from a nearby farmer and bought a small osmanthus sapling.

"Lin Yuan, let's plant an osmanthus tree together; then, whenever you come back to Manjue Long, you'll be able to find today's spot." Qin Bore said with a light smile.

Lin Yuan stared for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Planting a tree together is a meaningful thing.

He took the iron shovel Qin Bore handed him; his fingertip accidentally brushed the back of her hand, the warm sensation mixed with osmanthus scent making him instinctively pull his hand back.

As they dug the hole, clods of earth turned up, mixed with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus.

Qin Bore squatted beside them, her stocking‑covered calves slightly bent, she reached out to pick up the small stones that had been turned over; occasionally she lifted her head to look at him, the smile at the corners of her eyes softer than twilight.

At that moment, Lin Yuan's heart pounded wildly.

He was utterly melted and sunk into Qin Bore's peerless beauty, unable to extricate himself.

If only he could be with her forever, a lifetime—how wonderful that would be…

As the sapling was firmly placed in the hole, the last sliver of sunset sank below the horizon, and in the distance houses lit up with warm yellow lights.

The two planted a tree together, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

They were also tired, both sweating.

Qin Bore was drenched in fragrant sweat, a few strands of her bangs sticking to her refined forehead, making her look even more beautifully sexy.

Qin Bore took something out of her Hermès bag—

a palm‑sized black wooden box, its grain fine, the lid carved with delicate osmanthus patterns, the clasp made of burnished brass that glowed with a warm sheen.

"Lin Yuan, a birthday deserves a gift; this is what I'm giving you." She handed over the box, saying, "Here, open it and see."

"Thank you." Lin Yuan felt deeply moved, his heart warm.

He took the box; his fingertips could feel the uneven grain, it felt substantial, not like an ordinary trinket.

Lin Yuan undid the brass clasp, and the lid sprang open with a "click"—

When he saw the "gift" inside the box, his pupils involuntarily tightened a fraction—

It was shock!

"What… what is this?!"