Don't You Like Me (Complete)

Chapter Ch23.2 - Don't You Like Me?

At a glance, it appeared there would be some sort of secret inheritance. Grandpa must have put in MAX effort to leave him a legacy!

Lin Feiran clumsily lifted the mattress, set it aside, and found a loose bed board underneath that seemed to open like a cabinet door. Digging his fingertips into the small crack, he lifted the board and discovered a small notebook. The book looked awfully old-fashioned: it had a bright red cover embossed with the portrait of a leader above a slogan that encapsulated the feelings of a bygone era. Lin Feiran picked it up and opened it carefully, the pages yellow and brittle with age. Glancing through, he found it was full of records of magic spells and the like.

What ‘black donkey hoof wards off evil’? What ‘draw a cup of chicken blood and splash it in the southeast direction at maoshi? …..

“What is this?” Lin Feiran asked.

“The contents were passed down by your great-grandpa, I copied them myself.” Grandpa looked at the book with nostalgia. “The notes recorded inside… can be thought of as magic and stuff. However, most of them are for exorcising particularly resentful and malicious spirits. You don’t have to learn them; even if you do, about eighty percent are useless. Grandpa also does not expect you to pass this down, just take it and keep it with you just in case.”

Lin Feiran made a weak sound of agreement.

Inheriting his deceased grandpa’s secret manual for exorcising ghosts or whatever originally should have marked the beginning of an upgrade streak. Wouldn’t it be reasonable to say that Grandpa’s manual was a golden finger that would blast open the path to exorcising ghosts and spirits with the utmost ease? That would just feel awesome, awesome, and even more awesome! However, Lin Feiran was terrified of ghosts, and just hearing the two words “malicious spirits” was enough to make his heart jump in fright. If he could simply live a normal life even while seeing ghosts every day, then he would be more than satisfied.

Lin Feiran placed the palm-sized book into his pocket. “Grandpa,” he asked, “Am I unable to tell these things to others? Each time I try to speak, the words won’t come out. I can’t even write about it.”

Grandpa shook his head, “You can’t do anything about it, and there is no way to convey it to others. If there were a way, why would I not tell your Dad? That stinky boy!”

Lin Feiran lowered his head in disappointment, thought about it, and said in a depressed tone, “In fact, I haven’t seen ghosts that often since that day. My classmate has very strong Yang energy; if I touch him once, I can go for five minutes without seeing the ghosts. The same goes with his dog, so I have to either stay close to him or his dog every day. Yesterday, I even stayed over at his house. Do you have any ideas on how I could stop being like this? It’s terrible for me to always be bothering others like this every day.”

Moreover, Gu Kaifeng seems as if he’s a little… Lin Feiran’s heart suddenly jumped. Shaking his head vigorously, Lin Feiran tried to disperse that blush-inducing thought.

“Yang energy can temporarily decrease the effects of your Yin constitution.” Grandpa stroked his beard. “Since your friend’s Yang energy is so strong, there should also be residual Yang energy in the things he used. It’s just that the Yang energy is too little, so you can’t see it. Still, it should be able to temporarily suppress your Yin energy.”

The things that Gu Kaifeng used are also effective? Lin Feiran’s eyes brightened as a door to a new world opened!

If that’s the case, then I have to think of some ways to take one or two of Gu Kaifeng’s things and secretly send them back once the Yang energy is consumed. Isn’t this so much better than sticking to him 24 hours a day?