"Ah!——"
With a scream piercing the night from the student dormitory, Ming Dailan rushed out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a bath towel, her whole body drenched, long hair draping with watermarks, her face full of panic. Everyone in the dorm was startled by her, and Ming Yueyan, who was writing, asked, "What happened?"
"Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo—" Ming Dailan stammered as if singing, disgustedly pointed at the bathroom, "There's a mouse!"
"Why do you look like you're seeing it for the first time?" Ming Yueyan said.
"It's my first time seeing it! That furry thing is so disgusting!"
"You're quite lucky then, this dorm is so old, I've killed a few cockroaches already." Ming Yueyan put down her pen, thought for a moment, "Aren't you skilled in Combat Technique? Just smash the mouse into pulp with a Mountain Crumble Strike."
