"Big sis March~"
April Eight stepped forward again and hugged March 7th's arm.
That one word, "sis," made March 7th subconsciously think of Xun Yu's earlier Lin Daiyu-style way of speaking.
But Xun Yu had already appeared just now…
Were those two really her relatives?
March 7th impatiently questioned April Eight.
When she learned their parents were named Fifth of January and Sixth of February, March 7th fell silent once more.
…
On the other side…
Stelle crossed her arms, watching Xun Yu with a wary expression.
"…"
"Sigh. It's over. After staying with March 7 so long, even you've gotten dumber."
Xun Yu held his forehead helplessly.
"They're having a family reunion. Aren't you just a giant third wheel standing there?"
Stelle blinked, stroked her chin, and fell into thought.
"So that really wasn't you?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I don't believe you."
Bonk—!
Xun Yu smacked Stelle on the head irritably.
She still looked suspicious, leaving him rather helpless.
He didn't know why she was so certain, but honestly… her guess was scarily accurate.
Even though he himself had already appeared again…
After Xun Yu repeatedly assured her—especially after saying "Nameless don't lie to Nameless"—Stelle finally believed him.
She believed it! Hahaha, she believed it!
Ahem…
"So what are we doing next?"
"Nothing."
Xun Yu answered instinctively.
Hearing that, Stelle clutched her chest and staggered back in shock.
"Whoa! Don't try anything weird! I'm still a baby! That's illegal!"
Faced with her warning, Xun Yu's face reddened. He coughed awkwardly.
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."
"And besides, this body of mine might not even be older than you by a few days."
Hearing that, Stelle backed up a few more steps.
"…Look, if I really wanted to make a move on you, you'd already be completely eaten up."
Xun Yu waved dismissively, speechless.
"Ehehe~"
Stelle instantly switched expressions.
From shy and frightened to her usual mischievous grin.
"Let's go. We're heading to Uncle Yang's place—time to pilot a Gundam!"
At the word Gundam, Stelle's eyes lit up.
People online said cool mechs didn't just charm guys—they charmed girls too.
If she had one… wouldn't she be able to go impress some big sisters…
"Let's go, let's go!"
She slung an arm around Xun Yu's shoulders, eager.
So that shy act earlier was all fake…
What a drama queen…
Xun Yu shook his head and took Stelle to Everwinter Hill.
When Welt saw them, he paused slightly.
"Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang! I want to pilot a Gundam!"
…
"Are you really not coming to live with us, big sis?"
Outside the hotel, April Eight looked at March 7th with teary eyes.
May Nine couldn't stand the awkward scene, so she didn't come.
"Mm… I want to be alone and process things first…"
March 7th looked at the "little sister" before her, sounding tired.
She'd learned too much all at once today. She needed time.
Everything April Eight said sounded like a story.
Yet when you thought about it… it strangely made sense.
"Alright, alright~"
After escorting March 7th back to her room, April Eight reluctantly let go of her arm.
"See you tomorrow, big sis~"
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
As April Eight moved to close the door, a spark flashed in March 7th's mind.
"Xun Yu."
"I—"
Before the word left her mouth, April Eight reacted.
But it was too late.
At that moment, March 7th's brain had already seized the high ground—she'd figured it out!
"Oh, so it is you! Get over here!"
"Mm~ big sis~ what's wrong?"
April Eight put on an innocent, airheaded expression.
But it no longer fooled March 7th…
"Keep pretending! Go on, keep pretending! Let's see how long you can keep this up!"
"You jerk… I thought… I thought I'd really found family…"
Her voice lowered, trembling as if she was about to cry.
Uh-oh… this might've gone too far…
Xun Yu felt guilty. He reverted to his original form, holding a tissue as he approached her to wipe her tears.
"I apologize! I repent! I deserve death!"
He even raised a hand as if to slap himself.
But then his expression froze.
Guess what?
March 7th wasn't crying at all. She was smiling brightly at him.
"Gotcha. Die!"
When the sole of March 7th's shoe was less than a centimeter from his face, Xun Yu felt complicated.
He never expected she had this side to her.
And he regretted being so easily tricked into revealing himself.
But…
As her kick landed squarely on his face, one thought appeared in his mind:
"There's a good thing like this too?"
Looking at Xun Yu kneeling on a keyboard with a clear shoe print on his face, March 7th rolled her eyes.
This guy… really was a drama queen.
Come to think of it, that kick earlier couldn't have made him that happy, right?
She'd used some force, sure, but there was no way it would leave such a clear shoe mark.
Which meant… he did it on purpose.
"Alright, be serious already."