After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 173: Form

“Miss, wake up.”

Hearing the voice, the girl sleeping in the back seat fluttered her lashes slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and met the gaze of the driver in front.

Their eyes met, and the air fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds.

Then Mu Chengsi’s mind suddenly cleared. She jerked upright, but the sudden movement made her vision go dark again, and she had to shut her eyes slowly.

Seeing she was awake, the driver turned his head back: “We’re here. Don’t forget to pay the fare.”

Mu Chengsi rubbed her temples, still not processing the situation: “What do you mean we’re here?”

“We’ve arrived at the destination.” The driver removed the ‘for hire’ sign and turned to look at her, smiling. “You must’ve been in too deep a sleep, huh?”

“Huh?”

Mu Chengsi turned to look out the window. When she saw the familiar deva building outside, her eyes widened slightly.

This isn’t right…

Wasn’t she just having dinner with her roommates?

Mu Chengsi frowned, “Where did I get in the car?”

“At XX Restaurant. You hailed the ride yourself. Don’t tell me you forgot that?”

The driver thought she was pretending to be clueless to skip the fare and immediately became guarded, his expression suspicious.

“Miss, you didn’t forget your own name after a nap, did you?”

Mu Chengsi: “……”

“No, you’re overthinking.”

After paying under the driver’s watchful and doubtful gaze, Mu Chengsi stood in front of the building, her face blank. She pressed her fingers against her brow, a slight headache creeping in.

Let her think… what had just happened.

She had lunch outside with her roommates. Nothing unusual happened in between. Then Le Yi asked if she wanted to head back, and she said okay.

Then something came up, and she said she wasn’t going back to school and told them to go ahead.

What was it? Coming to deva?

Mu Chengsi felt like she was forgetting something… but couldn’t recall what it was.

And why were her memories so fragmented? Like a blackout from drinking—but she hadn’t had any alcohol.

She couldn’t figure it out. Just as she was trying to remember more, a cold male voice suddenly spoke behind her: “Mu Chengsi, why are you standing here? Not going up?”

Snapped out of her thoughts, Mu Chengsi had to give up and turned around. She was a bit surprised: “Rong Fan-ge? What brings you here today?”

“Got something to discuss with Big Sister Yu Jiao. You reporting to her too?” Rong Fan walked to the door. The automatic glass doors slid open. He looked back at her. “Want to go up together?”

“Sure.” Mu Chengsi hurried over.

They entered the elevator together. The spacious elevator held only the two of them.

The problem was, neither of them was particularly chatty, so the atmosphere quickly fell into silence, becoming awkward.

Mu Chengsi couldn’t handle the quiet and pulled out her phone, pretending to be busy.

But the moment she saw the form document on the screen, her eyes widened in shock.

Crap, she forgot to fill it out!

Looking up and seeing the elevator still rising, she quickly opened the file to finish it. The upper sections were already completed, and her fingers scrolled downward.

But when she got to the section about the instance, she froze at the densely packed text. Her fingers stopped mid-scroll.

This… was already filled in?

When did she write this? At the restaurant?

She flipped further down the content.

【If you encountered anything strange in the instance, please supplement here.】

Answer: No anomalies.

Mu Chengsi stared at those three words, frowning. Did she write that herself? Why didn’t she remember it at all?

Before she could double-check the file, Rong Fan’s voice came from beside her: “Heard the newcomer you brought this time died.”

At that, Mu Chengsi’s movements stiffened. She locked her phone and shoved her hands into her pockets, muttering a soft “Mm.”

Rong Fan asked, “Was the instance difficult?”

“Not really. It was my fault.”

After that, silence fell again. Only the glowing red numbers on the elevator display continued to tick upward.

After a pause, Rong Fan finally spoke in a calm voice: “Don’t blame yourself. Death is normal, especially when Bo Jingmo was in that instance.”

Mu Chengsi knew he was trying to comfort her, but strangely, after hearing that sentence, she had the sudden urge to argue.

Normal?

‘That’s just an excuse for lacking strength.’

That line suddenly popped into her head, and her expression froze. Why did she remember that sentence? And why did it feel so familiar, like…

—someone had said it to her before.

Before she could sort out the thought, a “ding—” sounded as the elevator doors opened. Rong Fan stepped out first.

She quickly pushed aside her thoughts and followed after him.

He stopped at the office door, politely held it open, and turned to her. “Go in first.”

Mu Chengsi took a deep breath, gripped her phone tightly, and slowly walked in.

Inside the office, Yu Jiao was seated in her chair.

When she saw them enter, her eyes flashed briefly with surprise. She stood up and gestured toward the couch nearby. “Let’s talk over there.”

Once everyone was seated, she glanced at Mu Chengsi’s slightly tense face and smiled. “I thought you weren’t free this afternoon—haven’t gotten your form yet, but you showed up first.”

It was like a supervisor lightly scolding you for slow work with a smile.

Mu Chengsi felt a chill down her spine, hair standing on end. She quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket. “The form is filled. I probably forgot to send it. I’ll send it now.”

So she sent the file she hadn’t even reviewed herself to Yu Jiao.

Yu Jiao tapped accept on her phone and raised her hand. “Alright, give me a few minutes. I’ll look through it.”

She opened the file in front of Mu Chengsi and scanned through it quickly.

Mu Chengsi sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to breathe. Her entire body was tense.

It felt just like when a teacher graded your homework right in front of you.

The worst part was, she had no memory of what she’d written!

Watching the woman’s brows furrow slightly more with each passing second, Mu Chengsi felt her heart crawl into her throat. For the first time, a few minutes felt unbearably long.

When Yu Jiao finally finished reading, she looked up at Mu Chengsi, her expression complex, wanting to speak but holding back. “Chengsi… this…”

Mu Chengsi swallowed hard. “What is it?”

Yu Jiao shook her head. “Nothing, the form’s filled out fine.”

The plot details, the follow-up developments, even the method of clearing—it was all written without any issues.

But… it was too simple.

Everything seemed perfectly normal. Aside from Bo Jingmo’s self-detonation at the end, there wasn’t much usable information in the instance.

But based on Mu Chengsi’s abilities, she should’ve found more than just that. Could it really be that there was nothing wrong with Bo Jingmo?

Yu Jiao’s gaze dropped back to the file. When she saw the line “Bo Jingmo was bewitched by a vampire,” her expression paused slightly.

“You wrote here… Bo Jingmo was bewitched by a vampire.”

She looked up at Mu Chengsi, a faint flicker behind her glasses.

“Can you explain exactly how he was bewitched? Why didn’t you include the details?”