Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 626 - 49 This is My Future Father-in-law

"Professional issues should be resolved by experts because asking ordinary people to understand professional concepts is as difficult as teaching monkeys to read."

"Surgeons repeatedly emphasize not to eat before surgery, yet something as simple as ’do not eat,’ some patients and their families fail to comprehend."

"The same goes for String Theory; only Witches can comprehend the textbooks written by the Grand Sorceress."

"The world as seen by a Witch isn’t an absolutely objective physical reality."

"Even someone like Li Mumu, who hardly inherited any Witch blood and is a lousy student, sometimes sees ’double images’ of people."

"Like half alive, half rotting."

"Others call this the ’Prophecy’ talent of Witches, believing they can glimpse the future, but in reality, Witches just see some trends in how things develop."

"From a scientific perspective, solids, liquids, and gases are essentially just changes in molecular spacing."

"The Grand Sorceress Mephistopheles Planck mentioned the concept of ’High-Dimensional String oscillations’ in her book on String Theory."

"High-Dimensional Strings maintain a ’string’ state in high dimensions; upon descending into lower dimensions, like distilled water reaching boiling point and evaporating into a gaseous state, the ’strings’ too disperse in lower dimensions through ’oscillation.’"

"The simplest example is ’Temporal Tide.’"

"——The above is the scientific explanation in specialized fields."

"According to Li Mumu’s non-expert guess, high-dimensional beings like Lilith would inevitably interfere with the original story events upon entering the Real World, just like inserting characters from other popular IPs into fan-fiction."

"For example, Sun Wukong teaching Chen Xiang martial arts, splitting mountains to rescue his mother in a battle against Erlang God."

"Transporting ancient poetry through different historical eras, winning the hearts of beauties with plagiarized verses."

"Summoned overnight to Fuyuki City, vying for the Holy Grail as a Servant of the highest rank..."

"In short, student Song Lili is exactly that kind of ’thing.’"

"I remember you."

"The first thing Song Lili said left Wang Yunxiao completely baffled."

"What do you mean you remember me?"

Even Li Mumu next to him cast a subtle glance.

Why does it seem like every woman knows you?

Wang Yunxiao pondered long and hard, feeling like he had no connection with her.

If you insist on bringing up that night at the Nederland Embassy... we didn’t even exchange a single word, and I was wearing a helmet mask.

Did I take off the helmet at that time? I can’t remember.

But I’m certain there was no interaction at all.

Because back then, the girl couldn’t even speak a sentence of human language.

Is her memory really that good?

"Meng Wei said you are her yet-to-be formalized new dad."

"Cough cough cough cough—"

Wang Yunxiao almost choked on his own saliva.

Li Mumu’s gaze became even more peculiar.

Wang Yunxiao wanted to clarify that he and Cui Xiaoying didn’t have that kind of relationship. But then he thought, why explain? Wouldn’t that just make things worse?

If it was someone like He Lan with whom there actually was a bit of ambiguity, then there’d be a need to clarify.

As for Cui Xiaoying and Meng Wei, they probably just leveraged my name to intimidate those nefarious folks; no need to explain that.

It’s not easy for a mother and her orphan.

Upon this thought, Wang Yunxiao quickly changed the subject: "Student Song Lili, I heard that it was your idea to form the literary club?"

The girl in front of him neither confirmed nor denied, remaining expressionless as always, or perhaps just slow to react.

"I’m thinking of writing a book."

"What kind of book?"

"About myself."

Good, a standard artsy young lady’s response.

"My past is a blank slate—they say it’s called amnesia. My current memories, every single second, are so precious to me, I don’t want to forget them again, so I want to record them in words."

That’s not amnesia, sis, it’s more like you’ve just been born.

Looks like the nuns at the Qianjin Church haven’t been feeding her any sort of nonsense.

Having no memory of the past is a good thing. Wang Yunxiao’s biggest worry was that this girl might have been brainwashed by the Holy Grail Church or had some kind of psychological trigger implanted like a landmine, ready to explode without warning someday.

But that is the worst-case scenario. In reality, he and Veronica had blundered into disrupting the Holy Grail Church’s evil sacrifice and thrown their plans into disarray. The fact that this girl was forcibly brought into existence and managed to survive is already a miracle.

Wang Yunxiao wanted to ask a few more questions about her plans for the future, but seeing her like this, she might not even comprehend, so there wasn’t any point in wasting time.

After seeing off Song Lili, Wang Yunxiao said to Li Mumu, "I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this literary society. It’s just a bunch of young girls getting together and playing with literature. They can’t cause much trouble."

"But I have a problem."

Li Mumu glanced sideways at Wang Yunxiao.

"Jiang Xiaotang is like a sister you picked up, so let’s not talk about that. Miss Lan is your grand-nephew’s daughter..."

"Why are you bringing this up again?"

"Meng Wei claims to be your daughter."

"You know her family situation as well as I do."

"I know, but I’m thinking, are your tastes a bit... unconventional?"

This isn’t just some simple case of liking younger girls.

I must be naive, really, I only knew that Tianmen People like to crack jokes about ethics, never imagined they’d have this kind of tendency, too.

Li Mumu’s gaze at Wang Yunxiao became more and more meaningful.

Although I don’t know what you’re thinking, you’re definitely badmouthing me in your heart!

Wang Yunxiao said earnestly, "I think you have a talent for writing novels, why don’t you become the president of this literary society?"

Not interested, can’t be bothered to participate.

Li Mumu thought to herself, what I’m truly worried about is not your personal peccadilloes, but the reverberations from the High-Dimensional String. How am I supposed to explain to you the danger Song Lili poses?

Forget it, some lessons have to be learned through personal experience, painfully and indelibly.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t take it seriously at all, thinking to himself, Laozi is a seasoned Garrison Soldier; I’ve killed the scum of the Holy Grail Church, so why should I care about the pollution from some generic product?

The next morning, as he returned to the classroom for his lessons, he brushed past a group of lower-grade girls in the hallway, and one of the unfamiliar girls blurted out subconsciously, "Dad!"

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

Did I hear that wrong?

Definitely a mishearing. I’ve been focusing on studying hard, so it’s normal for my overworked brain to produce auditory hallucinations.

"Bro, this isn’t right."

Youtiao, holding the survey forms collected by the other brothers, ran up to Wang Yunxiao and whispered.

"Why do you suddenly have so many daughters?"

"What?"

Wang Yunxiao was stunned.

Are you speaking Chinese? What do you mean so many daughters?

Where are their mothers?