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.

she muttered with a small shake of her

I’ll figure you out

if it takes forever.” He didn’t

had felt earlier

then what is it?” she

Silence.

impassive, offering

she said with a huff, crossing

you don’t want to talk, let it

try to move your arms and legs

if it’s something else that’s bothering you, maybe try

thoughts can be…” Her voice trailed off mid sentence, the unfinished thought

glanced at her, curiosity flickering

notice, too absorbed in her own thoughts

tangled threads of her past and present, a web

and leaving a painful

one of their own, and deep down, she knew why, a reason they thought she was

knew she

in, her biological parents nothing more than fading shadows in

and no amount of wishful thinking could

her heart slowly broke under the weight of the realization that

words echoed in her mind, tearing

trying to banish the tears threatening

raw and unresolved, as if the answer had already

man kept his gaze on her, confusion

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

mulled over the scenario,

her resilience with more intensity than he ever used

icy demeanor was enough

twenty percent without flinching, standing firm against his

why was she tearing up now, when he had

Was it something else?

had he miscalculated this girl

again, it didn’t

the sight of her tears as irrelevant,

grabbed his phone,