Chapter 1147 - 1147: Lying Is Too Hard

"Stand up straight!"

At the villa where the Demon Suppression Action Team is located, Li Ying stood on the steps, her expression serious: "After this assessment, how do you think you performed?"

"Not good..." someone whispered, their head unconsciously lowering.

"Lift your head!" Li Ying shouted angrily: "What I despise most are people who hang their heads for no reason. If you're wrong, correct it. If you lose, admit it. What can't you face directly?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the morale of the crowd gradually increased.

However, among the ranks, Gong Kaishan clamped his legs tightly, occasionally twisting, looking very uncomfortable.

At first, Li Ying pretended not to notice.

After all, in the previous assessment, leaving Gong Kaishan alone was somewhat unjust.

Feeling guilty, she couldn't say anything.

Soon, she heard Gong Kaishan gasp, reaching between his legs to scratch: "Ah... it's killing me, it's killing me!"

The sound immediately attracted everyone's attention, all of them looking puzzled.

Gong Kaishan quickly stopped but felt the itch becoming unbearable, his legs moving like he was tap dancing, alternating on the ground.

Li Ying coughed dryly, shouting: "What are you all looking at, is it allowed to gaze around in the ranks?"

No sooner had she spoken than Gong Kaishan gasped again.

"Ah..."

Then...

Both hands clawed and pinched between his legs, but the itch refused to subside.

Li Ying finally couldn't take it anymore and sharply questioned: "Gong Kaishan, what on earth are you trying to do?"

Similarly, Gong Kaishan couldn't stand it. Without even having time to explain, he dashed into the villa, hurriedly returned to his dormitory, locked the door and began... taking off his pants.

Last night, per Xiao Feng's instructions, he sprinkled the white powder Xiao Feng gave him on his clothes.

Finding a bit left, he resolutely sprinkled it on the waistband of his pants.

Having done all this, Gong Kaishan happily took a hot shower, tossing the soiled waistband into the washing machine.

This morning, during the urgent assembly, he hastily got up, took the waistband with white powder from the wardrobe and put it on, completely forgetting what he had done the previous night.

Thus, the current situation occurred.

...

At Jinyue Garden, in the villa living room.

Qian Shaoyuan sat on the sofa, quite a distance separating him and Lu Yao.

"Um..." Qian Shaoyuan scratched his head, clasped his hands between his legs, and said nervously: "I said last time, it seems like I've seen you a long time ago, which wasn't a lie, but the truth.

My work involves cybersecurity and software development, and I once participated in a world-class hacker competition. Although I didn't achieve a great ranking."

"World-class hacker competition?" Lu Yao suddenly asked: "When did you participate?"

"Hmm?" Qian Shaoyuan quickly perked up: "I joined five, no, six years ago. Did you also..."

Saying this, he unconsciously leaned towards Lu Yao.

Lu Yao shifted to the side, distancing herself, and replied: "I also participated a bit, and like you, didn't achieve a standout ranking."

"What a coincidence!" Qian Shaoyuan exclaimed excitedly: "Do you remember that tournament having the first-ever grand slam winner?

In the end, that expert was so good that they hacked the tournament's main server, and their results were canceled because of it."

Lu Yao's face changed slightly, touching her nose as she replied: "Indeed... unforgettable."

That was practically nonsense!

The incident of hacking the tournament's main server was done by herself—how could she forget?

Qian Shaoyuan eagerly asked: "What ranking did you get then?"

"Fifty-six." Lu Yao casually fabricated a number.

Qian Shaoyuan's face darkened: "Fifty-six was my ranking."

"Then I might have remembered wrong. After all, it's been so long. My rank was fifty-seven, yes... fifty-seven!"

Lu Yao awkwardly smiled, not expecting her random guess to clash with his ranking.

However, Qian Shaoyuan's face worsened, and he said: "The fifty-seventh place was my classmate's ranking; we received the event invitation simultaneously."

"..." Lu Yao.

These days, is it really this hard to lie?

The group listening in the study showed equally amusing expressions.

"With that emotional intelligence, he thinks he deserves a girlfriend?" the little girl grumbled.

Jiang Yixin instinctively retorted: "Is being honest wrong? Or do you prefer being deceived?"

"Aren't you just arguing?" the little girl unhappily replied: "I'm just stating objective facts, okay?

Also, I only said one thing about Qian Shaoyuan, and here you are opposing me—could it be because you fancy Qian Shaoyuan?"

"Stop changing the subject; we're discussing whether we should tell the truth."

"Ha, feeling guilty?" the little girl declared in an all-seeing tone: "Don't be shy, if you're too embarrassed to admit it, I'll tell Qian Shaoyuan for you; maybe you two really will end up together."

"You!" Jiang Yixin angrily glared.

Du Qingyue sighed helplessly and reminded: "If you two keep arguing, someone might just come over to watch you two perform."

The little girl and Jiang Yixin exchanged a glance, snorted in unison, turning their heads synchronously!

Xiao Feng found it hard to withhold his urge to call Gong Kaishan or Sun Shijie, questioning the promised one-hour effectiveness, "Where's the result?"

Just as he took out his phone, Gong Kaishan's call came through.

Xiao Feng answered before the ringtone started.

"Xiao—Xiao Feng brother, please help!"

"Help?" Xiao Feng felt puzzled.

Given the safety level, the Demon Suppression Action Team's base was far superior—there shouldn't be any danger.

Could it be that... Devil's Concentration Camp was launching an all-out attack, aiming to capture the Demon Suppression Action Team?

As these wild thoughts raced, Gong Kaishan's anxious voice came through again: "The white powder you gave me won't stop itching?

Ah...

I'm going nuts—please, give me a solution!"

Xiao Feng suddenly felt dumbfounded!

This guy got himself caught in his own trap?

With his intelligence, criticism becomes pointless!

Nonetheless, he couldn't ignore it completely.

Xiao Feng said in a calm tone: "How long have you been itching?"

"I—I don't know; it feels like several hours."

Xiao Feng brother, please give me some advice—I've showered multiple times, nearly rubbed myself raw, but nothing helps."

Xiao Feng thought for a moment, then reassured: "Don't worry, even if there's no antidote, it should only itch for an hour. Hang in there."