TSFLIP Chapter 611

An hour later, after tossing all the trash into the bin, the girl threw down the broom and muttered,
“Damn you, Ghostbuster—I hope you walk straight into a utility pole tomorrow morning!”

And that infuriating man, too!

Brushing the dust off her clothes, Feng Guang gave a cold snort and turned to leave this godforsaken place. Nothing about today had gone her way. As she walked down the street, she made a call to Yanyu, only to be told that the girl was meeting with Professor Wu about her thesis, and suggested Feng Guang go chill somewhere else.

Feng Guang hung up the phone, feeling a wave of melancholy wash over her.
Why did she suddenly feel like some unloved, lonely soul?

By the time she snapped out of it, she realized she’d wandered back to that same tree-lined path. Thinking of the demon encounter that morning, she decided it’d be safer to take a different route. But just as she turned, a man in a black suit appeared in her line of sight, like he’d been waiting there all along.

At first, Feng Guang was briefly dazzled by his good looks, but quickly came to her senses—yes, handsome, but staying alive was more important. She pretended not to notice him and turned to walk away.

But the man called out to her.
“Xia Feng Guang.”

His voice was deep and pleasant—just hearing her name from his lips was enough to stir something inside.

Feng Guang stiffly looked up and forced a smile.
“Hello, Professor.”

She knew he was a demon, but she couldn’t exactly address him as “hey, demon,” right? Since he claimed to be a new teacher, she’d go along with it and call him “professor.”

He stepped closer, and with almost no effort, his powerful presence—and overwhelming masculine energy—washed over her.

He asked casually, “Where’s Xia Yanyu?”

“She’s working on her thesis. And I didn’t have class today, so I figured I’d head home.” Feng Guang answered honestly, then asked, puzzled, “Wait, how do you even know our names? And how can you tell us apart?”

“You two are the prettiest girls in the Chinese department. Even if I hadn’t heard of you, it wouldn’t be hard to notice.
Besides, while you look identical, the vibe you give off is different.”

Xia Yanyu was calm and composed. Xia Feng Guang was more spontaneous and impulsive.
Even though they shared a lot of interests, their personalities weren’t the same.

The thing was—those personality differences had all existed in the same person, five hundred years ago. That’s what made it hard for Jun Yu to tell which of the sisters was the one he was looking for.

Feng Guang didn’t buy that answer, but since this guy was a powerful demon, she wasn’t about to argue. Still, she had a strange feeling that he might’ve been standing there on purpose—waiting for her.

“Are you afraid of me?” he suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

Jun Yu’s gaze darkened.
“I noticed you went quiet for a while. I figured… you must be afraid of me.”

“Well…” She glanced at the icy expression on his face, then nodded honestly.
“Okay, fine, I am a little scared of you. But that’s normal, right? People are naturally wary of things they don’t understand.”

“Xia Yanyu… doesn’t seem to fear me.”

Feng Guang waved her hand dismissively.
“You don’t get it—Yanyu’s got actual skills. That girl isn’t afraid of anything. But I’m not like that. I’m a total amateur when it comes to spells and stuff.”

He nodded approvingly.
“You have a very accurate sense of self.”

…Was that a compliment?

“If you’re afraid of me,” he asked, “then why didn’t you run away?”