Chapter Eight: My Sister Comes to the Rescue

Saturday. Early morning. Here’s the key point—no school today.

Cheng Feng was sprawled out in bed, lost in a wonderful dream. He had finally caught Jiang Qian. For some inexplicable reason, all her vampire powers had vanished, and Cheng Feng seized the opportunity, pinning her to the ground and showing no mercy as he gave her a thorough thrashing. Even though she struggled and resisted, Cheng Feng had no intention of letting her go. After hours of relentless “training,” he finally—

Woke up to the sound of the doorbell.

“Ding-dong—ding-dong—”

The chime pulled Cheng Feng out of his sleep. He opened his bleary, bloodshot eyes, full of resentment, and dragged himself out of bed, muttering curses under his breath.

Who in their right mind would come knocking at the crack of dawn?

His perfect Saturday plan to sleep in had just gone up in smoke.

“Who could it be so early in the morning?”

At the door stood a pretty, black-haired girl, a businesslike smile on her lovely face. “Good morning!”

Cheng Feng, not in the least bit pleased, furrowed his brow. “Liu Shiyu, you again? What do you want this time? If you're here to recruit me, don’t waste your breath.”

“I… I just came to bring you breakfast.” Liu Shiyu lifted the two plastic bags in her hands to show him.

Inside each bag, Cheng Feng could see four meat buns and two sealed cups of soy milk. She didn’t seem to be lying.

Still, he made no move to let her in. “That won’t be necessary. I appreciate the gesture, but I’ll pass.”

“Are you sure you won’t reconsider? The association’s benefits are quite good.”

“So you really haven’t given up…”

Liu Shiyu looked troubled, but she persisted. “The base salary is five thousand, with free meals and accommodation, plus full insurance and pension. Oh, and life insurance! If you die in action, your family gets a hefty payout!”

A true sales genius.

Cheng Feng nearly coughed up blood at that last part. “If you went into sales, young lady, you'd starve to death in no time!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt. I’m really strong. On the battlefield, I’ll protect you. No matter how many monsters there are, I’ll take care of them for you.”

Her eyes shone with hope as she asked again, “Won’t you think it over, just once?”

Cheng Feng’s resolve was unshakable. “No. I trust your abilities, but I’m just an ordinary high school student.”

“What’s wrong with high school students? In Japan, they’re all busy saving the world.”

Wait, does she watch anime too?

Cheng Feng couldn’t understand how the cool, aloof girl he’d first met had become so stubborn today.

He sighed, asking sincerely, “I really am just a regular guy. I don’t have your kind of strength. Why are you so insistent on recruiting me? What exactly does the association need from me?”

Seeing his earnest expression, Liu Shiyu finally relented. “I don’t know either. It’s the president’s order.”

The president of the Association for Supernatural Disasters?

That was one of the highest-ranking figures in the entire organization, rarely seen in person, usually posting monster-hunting missions online for demon hunters to tackle.

From his predecessor’s memory, Cheng Feng only knew this much about the president.

He was even more perplexed now. He’d never even met this big shot—why would he be singled out?

What was this president playing at?

No explanation, just an order from on high, expecting him to join? Enough with the riddles! If you want riddles, go back to Gotham!

“Big brother, why are you mumbling at the door so early? You’re so noisy!”

Behind him, the sound of slippers shuffling down the stairs. His little sister, clad in cartoon pajamas, came down from the second floor, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her tiny hands.

She saw her idiot brother blocking a pretty girl at the door.

Huh?

What’s going on?

Could it be… could this pretty girl be…

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and in a flash, she was at the door. Even Cheng Feng was stunned by her speed.

She scrutinized Liu Shiyu from head to toe, her curious gaze as if stripping her bare.

Exquisite features, smooth, fair skin, a slender figure—she was eye-catching even in simple, casual clothes.

“…Hello.” After being stared at for so long, Liu Shiyu awkwardly greeted her. It was her first time meeting this delicate little girl. “You’re… Cheng Feng’s sister?”

“Pretty sister, my useless brother must’ve caused you a lot of trouble. Why are you standing at the door? Come in, come in!”

Without taking no for an answer, the little sister happily took Liu Shiyu’s hand and pulled her inside.

Cheng Feng couldn’t stop her even if he tried.

Seeing how warmly his sister welcomed the guest, he realized she’d misunderstood. After all, his predecessor had never brought a girl home before.

From her perspective, her blockhead of a brother must have finally caught on.

In the living room, Liu Shiyu sat gingerly on the plush sofa, watching the little sister pour tea, unsure what to say.

She was good at slaying monsters. Anything related to fighting them, she could handle, so she was often at the front lines.

But when it came to dealing with people, she was awkward.

The catastrophe ten years ago had left a shadow, making her instinctively keep her distance from everyone, even comrades she’d fought alongside for years.

As a result, her colleagues saw her as a flower on a high mountain—an untouchable, cold beauty, admired from afar but never approached.

She was a pure monster-slaying machine: inexperienced in the ways of the world, unsmiling, and remote, with exceptional strength and an impeccable record.

But Cheng Feng knew nothing of this, nor of the girl’s formidable background. He simply sat there, resigned, eating the meat buns and soy milk she’d brought, looking at her with undisguised disdain.

His little sister eagerly poured tea for Liu Shiyu, then sat beside her, beaming. “Pretty sister, what’s your name?”

Unused to such warmth, Liu Shiyu hesitated. “…Liu Shiyu.”

“Oh—so you’re Sister Shi.”

Did she just call her Dead Sister? Cheng Feng wanted to retort, but held back.

“Are you in the same class as my brother?”

“No, I attend another high school.”

Still smiling, the little sister continued her barrage of questions. “How old are you, Sister Shi?”

“…Eighteen.”

“How tall are you?”

“…One sixty-seven.”

“What are your measurements?”

“Pfft!” Cheng Feng nearly spat out his soy milk, eyes wide. “Where did that come from? Are you some kind of creepy old man?”

“Hmph! I’m just making sure of my brother’s future happiness!”

She replied with righteous indignation, as if to say, “You really don’t understand anything.”