Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 661 - 84 Call Me Young Master Li from Today On

The vast majority of women harbor a grudge against Tony, the barber of the hair salon.

But under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t cut their own hair.

Trimming your own bangs in front of the mirror doesn’t count.

Li Mumu cradled her head in her hands and meticulously examined her handiwork, feeling quite satisfied.

The fresh and neat short hair made her look androgynous.

"How’s that?"

She handed her head to Wendy.

Wendy, playing with a pristine white skull, silently spit out a sunflower seed shell and responded with a smile reserved for the mentally challenged.

"That means no objection, huh!"

Li Mumu took out a surgical knife, gently swiped it across her neck, and switched heads.

"Anchoring successful!"

"What kind of crap haircut is this!"

Having opened her eyes again, Li Mumu glanced at the mirror, then recklessly tossed the head in her hands like a bowling ball.

After briefly loosening up her neck to ensure her head wouldn’t fall off, Li Mumu stood up and began to undress.

"You..."

Wendy pondered for two seconds, held back her words, and then decided to remain silent.

"Hmm?"

"Never mind."

"Speak up, don’t beat around the bush like a woman."

"Is it possible that I actually am a woman... Never mind, seeing you this energetic, I probably shouldn’t worry too much. I just wanted to ask, do you also like that man?"

"You’re the only one in my heart, dear."

Li Mumu put on a men’s shirt and trousers, fastened her belt and tie, and cast a coquettish glance at Wendy, showcasing a wicked smile.

"So you’re still going to play this dumb love game with her?"

"Firstly, it’s not called playing along."

Adjusting her cuffs and neckline, Li Mumu turned to seriously explain.

"I am me, Li Mumu is Li Mumu, it’s not a split personality. If explained with String Theory, it’s very likely that at some point in the future, I have evolved into a High-Dimensional String. The Li Mumu of a hundred years later and the current Li Mumu are just projections of the same High-Dimensional String at different points in time."

Wendy shook her head: "I haven’t read the book on String Theory, but according to another version of you, this is called having a chuunibyo."

"Call it whatever, it’s just a gap in cognitive levels. They say life is short so you should enjoy it while you can. My future achievements are boundless, I can live at least a hundred years, and so can you. So... why be so serious?"

Li Mumu, dressed, leaned in and kissed Wendy lightly on the face, smiling: "I’m just fooling around with that man, after all, would it not be a waste of life to not enjoy a couple of free romances during the prime of youth. And you, my dear, we have plenty of time to spend alone in the future."

Wendy remained unmoved, looking sideways at Li Mumu, and spoke coldly: "Is human technology a hundred years from now really advanced enough to freely fabricate and rewrite one’s personality?"

"Not much, just a tiny bit."

Li Mumu pinched out a half-centimeter gap with her index finger and thumb.

"You know very well that this is how I’ve always been."

"Of course, I know how sleazy you can be, but still think it’s necessary to remind you, you’re just going to be a greeter, not working as a gigolo in a nightclub."

"I know my limits."

Li Mumu was brimming with confidence.

She checked her wallet, which was stuffed with cash, and although she wouldn’t boast about something like Young Master Li booking the whole place tonight, by the standards of Tianmen City’s average spending levels, there was no way she could spend it all in one night.

"You’d be better off worrying about yourself than me. Principal Zhou is no ordinary person. His sudden mention of the Freud Family means there’s definitely something fishy going on. Just like how I was inexplicably dragged into the whirlpool that is the Shen Family, you might also find yourself in unnecessary trouble because of the Freud Family’s bloodline one day."

"Now, I’m starting to suspect that our domestic bigshots have the ability to arrange someone’s fate without them noticing. The Red String of Fate by the Guiding Bodhisattva has this kind of privilege. And that Senior Sister Bai of mine, who has changed her job to become the Great Commander – just by hearing this title, you can tell she’s no simple character."

Wendy spread her hands and said, "The Freud Family is sparse; I haven’t even seen my biological father. Apart from this Dreamland for Children and Nyarlathotep’s care, I know nothing about them..."

"You’ve told me that the Dreamland for Children is a property of the Freud Family, not just yours alone. You may not know them, but that doesn’t mean they don’t know about you."

Li Mumu looked around, "Who knows? Maybe they’re hidden somewhere right now, watching your every move?"

"With all the money we teamed up to make and all these unsold drugs, you think they wouldn’t be jealous?"

"...You’re right."

Wendy had one good point – she took advice well. After contemplating for a few seconds, she nodded, "I’ve been a little careless, staying cooped up here too long and losing my vigilance. I’ll move to live at the school soon!"

Having crossed through the Dreamland for Children back to the Longevity Sect headquarters in the Real World, Li Mumu stood in front of the window with hands in her pockets, taking a peek at the sky outside.

Blue skies and fluffy white clouds — perfect weather for a shopping spree.

She also skipped class today under the pretext of a regular hospital check-up.

To craft a likeable and handsome young man’s persona, she needed to prepare a lot.

She couldn’t be too effeminate, but also not too aloof. Wendy was at least correct about one thing – it wasn’t about going to a nightclub to be a gigolo and pry money from wealthy women.

Piloting giant robots wouldn’t necessarily earn you the recognition of men.

With a clang, Li Mumu turned her head, only to see Shen Qingxi’s toothbrush and cup falling to the floor, wetting a large area.

"Are you..."

"Handsome?"

"Reddy?"

With a mouth full of toothpaste foam, Shen Qingxi was so startled she sprayed it all out, only recognizing the young man before her when she heard the familiar voice.

After all, Reddy used to be dressed in a bright red outfit, embodying the image of the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost who was buried alive by her husband on her wedding night. With her face occasionally sprouting three pairs of eyes, who could really see what she looked like... Such a stark contrast was a severe shock to her innocent soul.

I feel like my illness is cured.

I can do this too!

"Shall we go out for breakfast?"

With a slight smile and showing off pearly white teeth, Li Mumu said, "Yes! Absolutely, absolutely!"

In a hurry, Shen Qingxi nodded, "Wait for me! Don’t leave! I’ll go change!"

Following her into the room, Li Mumu heard Shen Qingxi yelling, "Don’t come into the bathroom! I’m telling you, I’m still a precious flower! I can’t see these things!"

What do you want to see, huh?

Li Mumu couldn’t be bothered with her and walked over to the dressing table, picking up a box of foundation and started applying it to her face.

Just cutting her hair short and changing into men’s clothing would still make it easy for acquaintances to recognize her, which would damage Miss Li’s reputation.

So, the necessary makeup disguise was still essential.

It was time to let the natives of this era see what is known as the four great Sorcery arts of the future East Asia.