Chapter 35: The Mirror Facing the Bed

After much explanation, Mo Ke finally managed to clarify to Zhao Ya the nature of her relationship with Li Sicheng.

Meanwhile, Li Sicheng handed her the jacket he had taken off.

Taking the jacket, Mo Ke entered the dormitory’s washroom and began to scrub the grease stains from it.

At Nanshan High School, both the boys’ and girls’ dormitories accommodated six students per room. Each dormitory was equipped with a washroom and a bathroom, and in terms of facilities, it far surpassed many other high school dorms—indeed, it was not much different from college accommodations.

While Mo Ke was washing clothes, Li Sicheng was not idle. He curiously observed the girls’ dormitory.

He had stayed in school dorms before, but never in a girls’ dorm. This was his first time, and it was truly an eye-opener.

At first, Zhao Ya paid little attention to his wandering gaze, but when she noticed that Li Sicheng’s eyes had settled on the rows of underwear and bras hanging in the room, her cheeks flushed instantly. She hurriedly stood up and gathered the items in a flustered manner.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, “What’s wrong with him? Staring so openly at underwear and bras without any shame! And he’s so handsome, too… Oh no, could he be some kind of pervert?”

With that thought, fear crept in. She quietly took a few steps back, trying to put distance between herself and Li Sicheng, her hands instinctively guarding her chest as if she feared he might suddenly do something indecent.

Clearly, she was overthinking.

Li Sicheng had no interest in her whatsoever.

In fact, she had misunderstood him from the very start.

Li Sicheng’s gaze was not fixed on the underwear and bras hung about the room. Perhaps someone like Zeng Yi would be interested in such things, but Li Sicheng truly was not.

What he was looking at was a bed at the back of the room.

Compared to the other five beds, this one was unremarkable, except for the dressing mirror placed at the foot of the bed. Whether by intention or coincidence, its reflective surface faced directly toward the head of the bed.

Having a mirror facing the head of the bed is considered taboo. And in a girls’ dormitory, where the atmosphere is heavy with yin energy, such an arrangement makes it all too easy for that energy to seep into the body, affecting both physical and mental health.

In traditional Chinese culture, this is known as Feng Shui. In the West, it is referred to as the magnetic field.

For Li Sicheng, doing good deeds and accumulating merit helped him nurture his body and destiny. Moreover, the owner of that bed was Mo Ke’s roommate.

Although he had only known Mo Ke for less than an hour, he already had a favorable impression of this straightforward and warm-hearted girl.

If anything unfortunate happened in Mo Ke’s dormitory, it would inevitably affect Mo Ke as well. After weighing the matter, Li Sicheng decided to intervene and help remedy the dormitory’s ill Feng Shui.

Since Mo Ke was still washing clothes in the washroom, Li Sicheng approached Zhao Ya, “Hey, classmate…”

“Don’t come any closer!”

In Zhao Ya’s eyes, Li Sicheng had already been branded as a pervert. Seeing him walk toward her, she panicked, let out a cry, and grabbed a study guide titled “Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Practice” from the desk, wielding it as a weapon.

Li Sicheng was dumbfounded by this scene.

He truly hadn’t expected such an intense reaction from her.

“Did I offend her somehow? Why is she so afraid of me? Could it be that my bad luck is kicking in?” Li Sicheng muttered in confusion, halting his steps and spreading his hands, “Classmate, please don’t misunderstand, I just wanted to…”

“Wanted? Wanted what? Don’t even think about it!” Zhao Ya, it seemed, was plunging deeper into her misapprehensions.

Her words left Li Sicheng speechless.

Not even allowed to think? This was stricter than censorship—controlling even thoughts!

He shook his head with a bitter smile and tried again, “Don’t be nervous, classmate. Do you see that bed? I just wanted to ask you…”

Li Sicheng hadn’t finished his sentence before Zhao Ya interrupted him with a shriek, “Ah, you really are no good! How dare you make such a shameless request… I must report you to the dorm supervisor and have you thrown out! No, kicked out!”

Clearly, Zhao Ya’s imagination had filled in the blanks with something scandalous and outrageous.

She dashed out of room 415, heading straight for the dorm supervisor.

Mo Ke, hearing the commotion from the washroom, poked her head out and asked perplexedly, “What happened? Is Xiao Wen yelling? Did you bully her?”

“Heaven knows, I didn’t bully her at all!”

Li Sicheng felt genuinely aggrieved.

“I just wanted to ask whose bed that was, and why the mirror is placed at the foot facing the head. I barely got the words out before she screamed and ran out…”

“Maybe she’s still embarrassed from the earlier incident?” Mo Ke couldn’t figure out her roommate’s behavior either, so she guessed based on her own reasoning.

Then she glanced at the bed Li Sicheng was pointing to and replied, “That bed belongs to Liu Wei, the third in our dorm. The mirror’s at the foot because there’s not enough space elsewhere—it would block the walkway. As for why it faces the head, it’s convenient for grooming right after getting up. Is there a problem?”

Li Sicheng nodded, “When Liu Wei returns, tell her to move the mirror somewhere else—never let it face the head of the bed again!”

“Why?” Mo Ke was puzzled.

Li Sicheng replied, “Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand. All you need to know is that if it stays that way, the student named Liu Wei will have trouble. At best, she’ll get sick; at worst, it could threaten her life!”

“Don’t be ridiculous! It’s just a mirror. Getting sick or dying? What is it, a magic or demon mirror?” Mo Ke shook her head, laughing in disbelief.

At that moment, a figure rushed into the dormitory.

Seeing who it was, Mo Ke’s smile froze, and she said awkwardly, “Uh… Liu Wei, don’t misunderstand, we weren’t talking about you behind your back.”

The girl who had just entered was none other than Liu Wei, the owner of the bed.

To speak of misfortune only to have the person walk in—that was indeed awkward.

But Li Sicheng’s expression showed no embarrassment. He squinted, his face solemn as he scrutinized Liu Wei.

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