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.

with a small

don’t worry, I’ll figure you out someday,

if it takes forever.”

of amusement he had felt earlier was buried under layers

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

Silence.

expression remained impassive,

with a

you don’t want to talk,

move your arms and legs more, that’s

that’s bothering you, maybe try not to dwell

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

curiosity flickering in

she didn’t notice, too absorbed in her

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

dark and consuming, clawing at her resolve and leaving a painful throb in her head every time

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

taken in, her biological parents nothing more than fading shadows in

most likely gone, and no amount of wishful thinking could change

ached as her heart slowly broke under the

a real home, will I?’ The words echoed in her mind, tearing through

blinked rapidly, trying to banish

raw and unresolved, as if the answer had already been etched into her soul long

kept his gaze on her,

she is about to cry?’ Nothing he had done just

the scenario,

resilience with more intensity than

percent of his icy demeanor was enough

percent without flinching, standing firm against his indifference and

up now, when

Was it something else?

had he miscalculated

it didn’t matter, did

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

grabbed