Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

89: Chapter 89 Reunion, Mu XueFatty was stunned for a moment, then a wretched smile that said ’you really do understand me’ appeared on his face. He raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: ”That’s for sure! Could my eyes be wrong? It’s the real deal!”

”However,” Su Bai rubbed his chin, putting on an air of scrutiny, ”the lighting and angle of this photo... it looks a bit like a visual effect squeezed out by shadows and tight clothing.”

”Impossible! Guaranteed authentic!” Fatty retorted immediately, swearing solemnly, ”I’ve followed her short video account for a long time. She’s posted plenty of life snippets and dance videos. They’re dynamic—that curve, that elasticity... it can’t be fake! Your buddy here has eyes like a hawk!”

As he spoke, he made a ’you know what I mean’ gesture, brimming with confidence.

Just then, Fatty caught sight of Zhou Feng, who had already changed clothes and was tidying his shirt cuffs. He said loudly, ”Look at Fengzi! I told you that bit of alcohol last night wouldn’t be a problem, right? After resting for a day, isn’t he back to being alive and kicking tonight? We continue the battle tonight!”

Zhou Feng pushed up his glasses. The pale and weak look from the morning was long gone, replaced by a faint sense of eagerness. It seemed the shadow of the alcohol had dissipated; the resilience of youth was not to be underestimated.

”By the way, Brother Su,” Fatty seemed to suddenly remember an important question and turned to Su Bai, his tone carrying a hint of testing, ”how’s your alcohol tolerance these days? We didn’t use to drink much. Have you built it up during your two years abroad?”

He didn’t want their side’s main force to have a poor tolerance at the Social mixer later.

Su Bai didn’t answer directly, but slowly extended an index finger and shook it in front of Fatty.

Fatty looked confused: ”What does that mean? One cup and you’re down? Or one bottle?”

The corners of Su Bai’s mouth curled into a casual yet certain arc as he slowly uttered three words:

”I’ll keep drinking.”

”Fuck!” Fatty was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed, punching Su Bai’s arm hard. ”Look at you acting all cool! Fine, we’ll see how you perform tonight! Let’s go!”

The three of them checked each other’s outfits—Fatty wore a flashy tight shirt with a shiny jacket, Zhou Feng wore a proper casual shirt with jeans, and Su Bai wore the simplest black T-shirt and cargo pants. Yet, with his face and that lazy temperament, he managed to pull off a different kind of vibe.

Once ready, they pushed open the dormitory door, blended into the campus night, and headed toward the agreed-upon mixer location.

”Hotpot?” As the group walked to the shop entrance and saw the bright red sign and the steam rising inside the glass windows, Su Bai’s footsteps paused slightly.

”What? Brother Su, you don’t like hotpot?”

Fatty turned his head in confusion. This was almost a staple for Social mixer dinners—it was lively, could bring people closer, and rarely had awkward silences.

”It’s not that I don’t like it,” Su Bai rubbed his nose and told the truth, ”it’s that the smell is too strong. You end up smelling like hotpot all over, and it’s a hassle to wash out.”

”Oh, it’s fine! The point isn’t whether we like it or not, it’s that The girls specifically asked for this!” Fatty didn’t mind. He pushed open the heavy glass door of the hotpot restaurant, and the clamor of voices and the intense aroma of spicy numbness instantly hit them. ”It’s lively, has an atmosphere! Let’s go, let’s go!”

Under the waiter’s guidance, they arrived at a reserved private room. When the door opened, four or five girls were already sitting inside, their laughter crisp and clear.

Su Bai’s gaze habitually swept across the room indifferently—

His gaze stopped on one figure for a tenth of a second.

By the window, a girl with a loose bun was turning her head to laugh and talk with her companion. Her profile was soft, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned. Even in such a noisy and casual setting, she faintly exuded a pampered, lazy air of someone who had been carefully nurtured.

Mu Xue?

A very faint trace of surprise crossed Su Bai’s heart, but his face remained expressionless, as if it were just a casual glance.

Fatty had already started hollering enthusiastically: ”Yo! Hello, beauties! We’re not late, are we? Let me introduce my roommates, Su Bai and Zhou Feng!”

Following Fatty’s introduction, Su Bai nodded slightly to everyone in the room as a greeting, his expression as lazy as ever.

However, from the moment he pushed the door open and entered, a certain gaze had been firmly locked onto him.

Mu Xue’s originally smiling eyes seemed to have been hit by a pause button the moment they came into contact with Su Bai’s figure.

Then, her eyes rippled slightly, and her gaze fixed onto him unobtrusively yet with extreme focus. As he moved, even the playful banter of her companions nearby seemed to fade away temporarily.

When it was The girls’ turn to introduce themselves, Mu Xue was still staring at Su Bai in a daze, until her Best friend beside her nudged her lightly with an elbow and whispered teasingly, ”Oh my, looking at the handsome guy so intently? Your eyes are about to fall out!”

Only then did Mu Xue snap back to her senses. She quickly gave a generous smile, her gaze still resting on Su Bai, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice: ”My name is Mu Xue.”

Mu Xue.

The moment that name was clearly spoken, Fatty and Zhou Feng, sitting next to Su Bai, both had their expressions change subtly at almost the same time.

The two subconsciously exchanged a look, both seeing a similar shock and suspicion on the other’s face.

A few years ago, in that incident that wasn’t exactly a small-scale rumor, the Protagonist’s name was Mu Xue.

Although no definitive front-facing photos had leaked, the name, school information, and the descriptions of her incredibly good figure had quietly circulated in certain circles for a while.

And the other Protagonist of the story was none other than Su Bai.

Could it be... such a coincidence?

Fatty’s neck turned somewhat stiffly toward Su Bai, his eyes full of questioning that sought confirmation.

Zhou Feng also pursed his lips and looked at Su Bai.

Su Bai, however, seemed not to have received their eye signals, nor did he show any abnormality toward the name Mu Xue.

As if he hadn’t heard the associations that might be triggered at all, he pulled out a chair for himself and sat down in a relaxed posture.

After more than two years apart, the changes in Mu Xue were clearly visible.

She had shed the last bit of greenness and awkwardness from her student days. Her movements were now more poised and generous, and her conversation seemed much more at ease.

However, if one observed closely, they could detect a subtle difference between her and the other girls of the same age in the room.

It wasn’t just a difference in appearance or dress, but a more internal temperament—a trace of being meticulously cared for, or even to some extent disciplined, a faint sense of almost submissive belonging that didn’t belong to a female student of this age.

To use the not-so-respectful but accurate term in Su Bai’s mind at this moment, it was—

A very strong Wife-vibe.

To say that Su Bai’s heart was completely calm upon seeing Mu Xue would be absolute self-deception.

Fortunately, he had a clear self-awareness—perhaps there was a tiny shred of a lingering thought, but that was all. It was nowhere near enough to let him fall into any form of emotional quagmire.

After all, she was someone he had once possessed in the simplest and most direct way, and then cut off in the same simple and direct way.

But all emotions had to be tightly suppressed under a mask of indifference, without a single trace showing.