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

worry, I’ll figure you

if it takes forever.” He

flicker of amusement he had felt earlier was

it’s not that, then what is it?” she asked again, trying to probe further,

Silence.

impassive,

a huff, crossing her

to talk, let

and legs more, that’s physical therapy, isn’t

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

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

curiosity flickering

absorbed in her own thoughts to catch the

her mind wandered to the tangled threads of her past and present, a web that

consuming, clawing at her resolve and leaving

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

already knew she was

her

gone, and no amount of wishful thinking could

broke under the weight of the realization

will I?’ The words echoed in her mind,

blinked rapidly, trying to banish

the question lingered, raw and unresolved, as if the answer had already been

on her,

does she look like she is about to cry?’ Nothing he

mulled over the scenario,

more

icy demeanor

twenty percent without flinching, standing

she tearing up now, when he

Was it something else?

he miscalculated

it didn’t matter,

sight of her tears as irrelevant, convincing himself there was no reason to

glance at her, he sat down, grabbed his phone,