They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 36: An Idle Mind is the Devil’s Workshop Chapter 36: An Idle Mind is the Devil’s Workshop She trailed off, pretending to search her memory, giving him a chance to join the conversation.

When he didn’t respond, she chuckled lightly to herself and added, “Or maybe it was ‘keep yourself from turning into a stiff board.’ Either way, you should take it seriously.” Four glanced at her over his shoulder, his face unreadable.

Though he didn’t say a word, the tiniest flicker of amusement crossed his eyes before he turned back toward the wall.

“Muscle atrophy,” the man corrected her, his voice clipped and emotionless.

“Oh yeah, muscle atobi, that’s it,” she replied confidently, completely butchering the word.

Four “…” His steps faltered briefly as he repeated her mispronunciation in his head.

‘Muscle atobi?’ A flicker of disbelief crossed his face.

For a moment, he debated whether she was genuinely clueless or just trying to annoy him.

Her next question, however, nearly broke his composure.

“So… is that why you were punching the wall?

To stop the muscle atobi?” she asked with wide eyed curiosity.

He stopped and turned slightly, staring at her as if her stupidity were contagious.

Punching a wall to cure muscle atrophy?

He almost laughed at the absurdity but quickly caught himself.

Without a word, Four turned away, deliberately increasing the distance between them as though her ignorance might physically affect him.

Nnenna raised an eyebrow, watching his retreat.

“What?

That’s not it?

Then why are you punching the wall?

Is this some special therapy technique?

Or are you just mad at it?” Four said nothing, his cold silence acting as both his shield and his response.

a small shake of her

worry, I’ll figure you out someday,

takes forever.”

amusement he had felt earlier was buried

she asked again, trying

Silence.

expression remained impassive, offering no

said with a huff, crossing her

want to talk,

move your arms and legs more, that’s physical therapy,

it’s something else that’s bothering you,

trailed off mid sentence, the unfinished thought hanging

flickering

in her own thoughts to catch

and present, a web that only seemed to tighten around

thoughts were dark and consuming, clawing at her resolve and

Achebe family still didn’t treat her as one of their own, and deep down, she knew why, a reason they thought

already knew

in, her biological parents nothing more than fading

gone, and no amount of

her heart slowly broke under the weight of the realization that

The words echoed in her mind, tearing through her spirit like a relentless

blinked rapidly, trying to banish the

the answer had already been etched

on

about to cry?’ Nothing he had done just now warranted this

the

with more intensity than he

his icy demeanor was enough to send them stumbling

at least twenty percent without flinching, standing firm against his indifference and sharp

tearing up now, when he had done absolutely

Was it something else?

had he miscalculated

again, it didn’t

her tears as irrelevant, convincing himself

sat down, grabbed his phone, and