Chapter 630: Not enough energy, so this is all I can do

Bai Mu Yun ended up sharing the school bus with Yang Yixie simply because this afternoon Yang Yixie snatched two club activities that overlapped.

Yang Yixie surely went to join the game club he was interested in, while Bai Mu Yun went to the fashion club to earn credits for him.

Near graduation, many students at this school make up missing credits this way, and most peers turn a blind eye, but Yang Yixie's practice of having others attend for him from the start is unique.

A few days passed quickly, Tianmian City still hung over people's heads, and after a while it became part of daily life.

Officials announced through news reports the existence of these otherworldly visitors, so players no longer need to be in danger; it looks like a good ending.

Bai Mu Yun walked out of the club activity room; this was a session on fashion design, which Yang Yixie knew nothing about, but Bai Mu Yun was especially enthusiastic.

Because the school has a dedicated fashion design major, most who sign up for this club are from that major, so the lecture content is still useful.

Bai Mu Yun learned fashion knowledge of this world, while Yang Yixie earned credits—a win‑win.

"Um... Yang Yixie?"

Bai Mu Yun turned around, and the person who called out to him was the club's vice president, a girl with round‑frame glasses, short hair, and a warm smile.

She held a stack of drafts, and the top one was unmistakably Bai Mu Yun's assignment; looking at the name, she worried she might have stopped the wrong person.

"Your draft is really well drawn," after confirming her identity, she became even more enthusiastic, sparing no praise for this design: "Have you studied design before? Your style is really strong."

"I've studied a little," Bai Mu Yun said.

The vice president nodded, weighing her words.

"Well, our club has an inter‑school fashion design competition next month; each club can submit two or three works for judging, and placing earns extra credits."

Her eyes held a hint of expectation: "Do you want to join? If you enter with this design, I think you have a good chance of winning an award."

Bai Mu Yun lowered his head to look at the paper in his hand; his sketch was actually quite rough, far below his usual work standard, but as a student it seemed decent enough.

"... Of course." He said, treating it as giving a few credits to some clueless Little Ghost.

After all, Yang Yixie still cares about this; I hope when he sees the credits posted, he'll clearly realize how terrible his taste is.

Fashion is a cycle; just as Bai Mu Yun once despised Ying Guang Lu, after discovering that many designs here can incorporate that hue—even make it a highlight—he began to question whether his thinking was flawed.

But because Yang Yixie has recently started causing trouble again, Bai Mu Yun has figured it out.

He doesn't object to Ying Guang Lu; he simply has issues with Ying Duo and Yang Yixie.

Sometimes he pretends to bump into Zhiruo by his front door on purpose, but in fact he's been ordered to act as a bodyguard, and Bai Mu Yun wonders whether Yang Yixie is really his biological son.

Just as an angel couldn't give birth to a demon, this must be cross‑species inheritance, right?

Bai Mu Yun merely gave a casual reply, and upon leaving the school gate he saw Hua Jian Lei's car already parked not far away.

The body was low and sleek, the paint a deep silver‑gray, the lines clean and sharp—like a silver‑gray swimming fish.

Bai Mu Yun's steps unconsciously slowed, and his eyes lit up.

Hua Jian Lei sat in the driver's seat, the window rolled all the way down, one hand resting on the sill, the other on the steering wheel.

He wore a black thin coat today over a light shirt; seeing Bai Mu Yun approach, he waved, tilted his head toward the passenger side, and gestured for him to get in.

Bai Mu Yun quickly opened the passenger door and slipped in; the door closed with a soft sound, the interior was dark leather, and the console's lines were as neat and clean as what he'd seen from outside.

"How does it feel?" Hua Jian Lei glanced at him sideways, asking deliberately.

"Pretty good," Bai Mu Yun buckled his seatbelt, adding, "Turns out your entropy increase still has people with normal taste."

Hua Jian Lei gave a short laugh; on this point he and Bai Mu Yun could agree, he started the car, turned the wheel, and merged into traffic.

The cabin's ambient light was originally a pale pink, which unintentionally put a rosy filter on the mood, but it was still within Bai Mu Yun's tolerance.

After the car had gone a certain distance, the ambient light seemed to have been invaded, turning into an extremely glaring, fully saturated Ying Guang Lu.

That green was so bright it hurt the eyes; if just a moment ago it felt like a romance theater, now it was forcibly twisted into a horror film.

Bai Mu Yun's expression collapsed in that instant, and Hua Jian Lei wasn't faring any better.

"Do you really want to come with us like this?"

Hua Jian Lei narrowed his eyes, feeling the light was a bit harsh, but still asked.

The main console, which had been playing English music, flickered once, and Ying Guang Lu‑style pixel font slowly appeared on it.

"Actually I thought about using energy to make a doppelgänger, but without a ready‑made body it would consume too much energy; being a pure electronic ghost wouldn't be bad either?"

Yang Yixie had already returned home and typed this line on his computer.

"But considering other factors, I've decided to expend extra energy to create a body and participate in person."

While the two were puzzled, a Ying Guang Lu‑colored cat head appeared on the console's small screen.

Pixel‑style, square‑shaped, with jagged fur‑like edges, like a sprite ripped from an old game.

Then a palm‑sized pixel figure popped out of the screen, rolled a few times, landed steadily, stood up, and looked at the two big guys on either side.

"This is fine as I am."

On top of its Ying Guang Lu‑colored pixel head, a bubble popped out.

The pixel figure's eye blinked, then it glanced from left to right at Hua Jian Lei, then at Bai Mu Yun, and another bubble appeared above its head.

"How about that? Did I dazzle you?"

Hua Jian Lei happened to be waiting at a red light, took the chance to press his fingertips to his brow, and Bai Mu Yun's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"... This is getting more and more outrageous."