Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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Yukino hadn't expected her sister to know so much, or rather, to be so concerned.

Even though the other party has already graduated and is now the head of the family, he is quite busy with many affairs.

"Well, logically speaking, this is a good thing." Yang Nai smiled inexplicably.

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Yukino walked over and sat opposite Haruno, frowning and asking in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You know, I've been going to all sorts of events with my mother since I was little, so I'm quite knowledgeable and have met a lot of people."

Haruno's tone was calm, not boastful, and the two sisters did not feel any estrangement because of who Yukinoshita Ryouno valued more.

Then, her tone suddenly changed, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she stopped crossing her legs, seemingly quite wary of what she was about to say.

"But that guy... I had a really bad feeling about him from the very first moment I saw him. Don't you guys usually feel that way when you're together?"

"Su Qing, you don't seem like a human being most of the time..."

Yang couldn't help but recall every moment he spent with Su Qing, especially that almost witch-like seduction...

All of this sent a chill down her spine.

This was the first time Yang Nai had failed to understand someone.

That's why she said Su Qing wasn't quite human.

"Sister," Yukino called softly.

"Huh?" Yang Nai realized what was happening and looked over, only to find Yukino looking at her intently with those deep blue eyes.

"You are a very good older sister to me. But Su Qing is also a very good... friend to me."

She paused, then continued.

"So please don't say such things again in the future."

"They're such good friends, why can't I even get through to them on the phone now?"

Haruno narrowed her eyes, her gaze, as always, radiating a dangerous light, which fell directly on Yukino's face.

If possible, Haruno would not want to communicate with Yukino in this manner.

However, her mother hardly ever cared about Yukino. As the eldest sister, she was very afraid that Yukino would be kidnapped by a blond-haired boy on an electric scooter, just like the jokes on the internet.

Of course, this is just a metaphor.

Because if that kind of scum had set his sights on Yukino, Haruno would have already had her bodyguards take care of him.

The atmosphere froze, and Yukino seemed speechless.

Yang sighed softly.

A soft light refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor, casting a cool glow inside.

The window screen swayed gently, and the winter wind seeped in through the cracks in the window.

Yukino suddenly spoke:

"This doesn't prove anything. Rather, it's precisely because they are good friends and their relationship is close enough that conflicts or misunderstandings arise like this."

"so."

"Some things just can't be left unsaid."

Yang Nai looked up in surprise and found that the girl opposite him had eyes full of icy blue light.

Not a single gap can be seen.

Then, she smiled softly, her tone full of satisfaction and pride:

"Then let's try calling again. If you still can't answer, I'll take you to meet him in person. Anyway, Teacher Xiaojing definitely has his household registration information."

"If all else fails, we can take this number to the police in mainland China and say we're Su Qing's long-lost fiancée."

"Say it, what are you saying, sister!"

"Hehe~ You misspoke, it's good friends~"

……

Mainland China, Fuzhou.

In a rental house.

Despite it being broad daylight, there was an eerie lack of sunlight inside the house.

This is an illusion rejected by the human world; even the sun ignores it.

The homeowner seemed to have gone out a very, very far door, so the lights weren't on.

All sorts of furniture were covered in dust.

The lifeless place became a paradise for spiders to weave their webs.

Is anyone there?

The door opened a tiny crack, and the real estate agent came to the door once again.

Logically speaking, since the tenants have already signed the leases, the agent should just walk away and not interfere anymore.

But out of curiosity, he secretly went to the apartment across the hall to ask about the room.

"Huh? There are people living across from me? How could that be? They don't even turn on the lights at night, and I've never seen anyone there before."

The familiar customer rolled his eyes at him and asked in an incredulous tone.

How could there be no one here?

What kind of good person rents a house and has nothing better to do than stay there? Are they just bored?

The agent was getting nervous.

Could it be that the boy committed suicide?

Once the seed of speculation is planted, a towering tree has already grown.

That's right, she must be trying to commit suicide, otherwise why would she suddenly agree to rent a room when I mentioned that it had no natural light?

Damn it, damn it, don't die here! If it becomes a haunted house, the homeowner will only blame me for not knowing how to judge people.

If you treat people who are contemplating suicide as customers, how can you survive in this industry in the future?

With this thought in mind, the real estate agent looked into the bottomless darkness through the crack in the door and felt a surge of courage.

Hey handsome, are you home?

"Haha... Don't worry, I'm not a thief. Actually, our company is having a promotion, and we'll give you a better room for free. Don't worry, don't worry, you won't have to pay any penalty for breaking the contract, and we'll even help you move for free!"

There was no response, only deathly silence.

The agent's heart skipped a beat; for a moment, he couldn't tell if she was really lying inside or had gone out.

After hesitating for a long time, he opened the door wider, then mustered his courage and stuck in a leg, then an arm, then a head...

After he was fully inside, he started groping for the switch by the wall.

Damn, why is this room so dark? It's like a haunted house.

Was it always like this?

The lighting design was done by a lousy designer; damn it, I'd rather earn that money myself.

At least when I built my matchbox, I knew to leave two windows.

The agent could only silently curse the designer to ease their mood.

But he wasn't stupid; he also sensed that something was amiss.

It's broad daylight now, and even if the lighting is bad, it shouldn't be this dark.

Squeak.

Squeak.

In the darkness, it was as if an invisible hand reached out and pushed the door little by little.

Then, with a loud bang!

The door is closed.

What's going on? What's going on? What's going on?

The agent was getting nervous and his hands moved even faster, but he couldn't find the power switch no matter what he tried.

Damn it, it's right here! Why can't I press the switch?!

The agent's grades weren't great when he was in school, but he was still educated.

I have never believed in demons and monsters.

But now, shrouded in darkness, he began to feel panicked.

The agent didn't dare to stop and frantically began searching for the switches on the wall.

Time passed in deathly silence, while darkness, like an invisible beast, gnawed at his heart.

Can't find it? Can't find it!

"Brother, are you home? Please answer if you're home."

The agent's voice drifted through the room like a lost ghost.

Sudden.

Ding-ling--ding-ling--

A faint light flickered in the area visible to the naked eye.

It's a cell phone!

Very good!

The agent was overjoyed; with a mobile phone, he could find the switch using the screen.

Haha, thank goodness I haven't forgotten you!

Uh……

Wait a minute? A cell phone, right?

The agent's expression instantly fell, and he expressionlessly took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight.

Click.

Suddenly, the world became clear.

Sorry, I'm just stupid.

The real estate agents were stunned, but they still turned on the lights immediately.

As soon as the light was turned on, the darkness vanished without a trace.

Looking left and right, I still couldn't find the young man who had been the tenant.

The phone was still vibrating nearby.

Um, why don't you take it yourself?

Having just been frightened, and driven by curiosity, the agent picked up his phone without thinking and glanced at the screen.

"Huh...this phone number isn't from mainland China? And it hasn't been saved in the contacts..."

The agent frowned.

Could this be an overseas scam?

Hmm, that's very likely. Then I won't answer the call and I'd better get out of this awful place as soon as possible.

pat!

It felt as if a hand was on his shoulder.

"Brother, stop making trouble."

The agent replied instinctively, but he quickly realized what was happening and turned around without warning, only to see a pale face.

The face had jet-black eyes that were fixed on him without moving, and its throat bobbed, emitting a hoarse sound like the sharpening of a knife.