Chapter 744: 100% Kiss

Silence.

The entire hall fell into a death‑like silence.

Bai Lu's hand that was pulling Fu Xuan's sleeve went rigid, and her blue eyes were filled with "Qingque, are you serious!"

Yukong tilted his head slightly, raised a hand to adjust the hair by his ear, and his movement carried a subtle helplessness of "This girl is truly beyond help."

Han Ya's finger that was turning a book in the corner paused for a beat, then kept turning, as if nothing had happened.

Walther pressed his temples, and the lenses of his glasses reflected a flash of white light.

Fu Xuan watched her, after yawning and even licking her lips as if the yawn had been very satisfying, and the string in his mind that had been taut for two days and two nights finally snapped.

"Qingque!!! Come here!!! If you don't clear this up today, don't even think about leaving this door!!!"

"General! General, stay calm! Calm down, General!"

Bai Lu almost hung onto Fu Xuan's arm, and her two little feet left two shallow shoe prints on the floor.

"General, hold on! Miss Qingque surely hasn't woken up yet, she didn't do it on purpose, Qingque, say something!"

Yan Qing darted forward, blocking between Fu Xuan and Qingque, waving both hands in the air, unsure which side to restrain first.

The other officials of the agency hurriedly gathered around, clumsily trying to smooth things over.

Xing quietly shifted half a step behind Walther and lowered his voice: "Yang Shu, was coming to Luofu the right decision?"

Walther fell silent for a moment, lightly planted his staff on the ground, and said gravely yet sincerely, "It's still too early to draw a conclusion now."

The entire Council Hall descended into a chaotic mess like a bowl of porridge.

And in the very center of this pandemonium, Qingque tilted her head, standing there, her ash‑gray long hair draped over her shoulders, and within her emerald pupils a few cyan‑gold specks drifted slowly.

She still felt a bit drowsy.

Perhaps that dream just now lasted too long, so long that when she woke, her body returned but her soul was still drifting over that sea of Bubbles.

Then, Qingque rubbed the tear blossoms at the corner of her eyes, and after yawning, she finally became a little more awake.

Her brain was still looping on the boot screen, but at least the monitor had lit up.

She blinked, her gaze sliding from Fu Xuan's flushed, angry face down to the strands of hair hanging in front of her shoulders.

Ash‑gray.

Hm?

She stared at that lock of hair for a full three seconds, then lifted it to her eyes for two seconds, and after flipping it over, the tips were also ash‑gray.

Eh?

She gathered the hair from the other side as well, each hand clutching a handful; the left side was ash‑gray, the right side also ash‑gray, from root to tip entirely ash‑gray, exactly matching the limited‑edition white‑fur General skin she wore atop that cyan‑gold sea.

Yo?

Her pupils snapped shut for a moment.

Could it be—

Qingque slowly lifted her head, her eyes scanning the bustling scene around her.

Bai Lu was on tiptoe, massaging Fu Xuan's back, muttering "General, calm down," while Yan Qing stood with his back to her two steps ahead, his hands unsure where to go, Han Ya closed the scroll, and Yukong rubbed his temples.

Everyone was moving, everyone was speaking, and all the voices blended together like a pot of boiling porridge.

This chaotic scene fell into Qingque's just‑awakened mind, where her low‑power processor received and analyzed it, then produced a tightly sealed chain of logic.

The hair is white.

Exactly the same as in the dream.

The surrounding clamor was identical to the scene in the dream where Fu Xuan was lecturing in Shen Ce Fu.

In front stood Fu Xuan, his face flushed with anger; his expression after being kissed by her in the dream wasn't exactly the same, but the elements matched.

Hiss!

Conclusion: She's still in the dream!

Since it's a dream, she needs to wake up.

Since she must wake up, she must find a way to wake up.

After dozens of trial‑and‑error dream‑within‑a‑dream attempts, she now possessed extremely rich practical experience on how to wake up from a dream.

What is the most effective method?

Qingque's gaze passed through Yan Qing and Bai Lu standing in front, landing on Fu Xuan's delicate yet irritated face.

Roar~

She squinted slightly.

That's right.

Tested dozens of times, it worked every time—the only exit method.

Success rate: one hundred percent.

Since the success rate is one hundred percent, why still hesitate?

Heh......

She let out a light laugh, the corners of her mouth curving upward.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

Then she took a step forward.

Three steps in two, crisp and decisive, carrying confidence that had been repeatedly verified.

The ash‑gray ponytail swung an arc over her shoulder.

Yan Qing was the first to sense something wrong; he turned his head and saw Qingque heading straight toward Fu Xuan… no, she was running, her speed so great that her skirt's hem fluttered behind her.

In that instant his brain issued two completely contradictory commands: to block her, and to step aside.

His body chose the latter faster than his brain, stepping aside by a pace.

But the hand was still suspended in midair; the posture that had just been blocking in front of Qingque now looked as if it were gesturing a "please" sign out of thin air to everyone.

Meanwhile, Bai Lu's hand that was patting Fu Xuan on the back froze in midair; her purple plaited braid swung to the other side of her shoulder as she turned her head, and her blue eyes were filled with bewilderment.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Qingque had already come over, and the breeze he brought fluttered the stray hair on her forehead.

Bai Lu subconsciously stepped aside a few paces.

Han Ya's gray pupils narrowed slightly; she said nothing, only reaching out to pull the bewildered officer in charge of the mechanism behind her.

Yukong lowered the arms he had clasped across his chest, and his eyelashes twitched.

Everyone around instinctively stepped back.

Only Fu Xuan remained in front of Qingque now.

Fu Xuan was still immersed in the lingering anger provoked by a yawn, his mind still arranging the next round of scolding words.

She had just opened her mouth, ready to utter the sound "qing", when she saw Qingque's face rush toward her at an unbelievable speed.

Fu Xuan saw Qingque's pair of emerald‑green eyes.

Clear, with a few cyan‑colored light specks drifting extremely slowly deep within the pupils; these eyes held certainty.

Certain of what?

Fu Xuan's heavenly calculation completed 3,600 deductions in that instant, running through everything from "Qingque's conscience realizing the need to voluntarily admit fault" to "Qingque suddenly drawing some strange weapon to perish together with her", and each outcome pointed to impossibility.

Divination Eye flashed on her forehead, then went out completely.

The computation timed out; the processor crashed.

Her mind halted its deductions at that moment.

Because Qingque grabbed her.

The ash‑gray ponytail swung forward due to inertia, and a few strands brushed across Fu Xuan's back of the hand.