Neurolink System in the Modern World

She quickly shifted her gaze elsewhere, her cheeks turning a shade of pink, and her eyes refused to meet mine.

It was evident that my performance had taken her by surprise, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and unable to maintain eye contact.

Seeing this, I decided not to tease her too much and turned my gaze elsewhere.

But as I turned my head to check our table and look at Ayumi, I saw that she was still not there.

'Eh?' I stood up, feeling confused. 'Did I make her angry?' I asked myself, then hurriedly walked down to the stage.

With my performance, they should forget about the cash prize; no one could top that in my opinion, even if they bribed the judges.

"Where is Ayumi?" I asked Lizzy.

"She's still in the bathroom,"

"She's still there?" I asked again. It's been a while already since she's been there.

"Yeah, I just got a text from her; she said her stomach aches."

'Don't tell me,' I muttered to myself.

Unconsciously, I turned my head around and saw Misa looking in our direction; she immediately avoided eye contact with me, making me suspicious .

I began checking the food one by one to see which one could potentially upset her stomach. That's when I noticed something that might be the cause. It was the cake that Ayumi had eaten. It was the only food handed to us personally, so we couldn't choose which slice to get.

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"Eat this," I grabbed the half-eaten cake and commanded Lizzy to eat it. I didn't have time to waste, so I used my suggestion.

Lizzy started munching on it without a question.

'You better not put anything on that food, or you'll find yourself in the morgue tonight,' I clicked my tongue in anger.

I was disgusted with this type of tampering with food because I had almost died before due to poisoning. It was one thing if I was the one doing it, but it was another if she had tried something with Ayumi's food.

I had initially thought that she might try to embarrass Ayumi in a conventional way, like maybe making a joke at her expense or pulling a prank. However, what was unfolding was definitely on another level.

The idea of contaminating Ayumi's food with something harmful or malicious went beyond mere embarrassment; it was a dangerous and sinister act that could put her health and life at risk.

"Mind Link," I activated my connection to Ayumi to check on her. I didn't control her directly; instead, I just accessed her vision. My mastery of the mind link had improved over time, making eavesdropping like this a relatively straightforward task for me.

"Eh, why is she wet?….. No, this isn't water, but tears," I observed with concern through the Mind Link.

"Don't tell me her stomach hurt so much that it made her cry. That Bitch... I'm really going fucking kill her," I struggled to control my emotions, though it was incredibly difficult at this moment.

So, I had to disconnect my mind from my real body so I didn't have to see Misa's face and resist the urge to beat the crap out of her.

I don't discriminate, so she won't get a free pass just because she's a woman.

'Whoever made my Ayumi cry like this doesn't deserve to live' I spat in contempt.

As I continued to observe Ayumi's vision through the Mind Link, I noticed that her sight kept blacking out intermittently. It became apparent that she was using her hands to wipe away the tears that welled up in her eyes, and this action was causing her vision to blur and darken.

'I will take revenge on whoever hurt you, don't worry,' I vowed silently, my determination to protect and stand up for her growing stronger.

"Sonsaeng-nim," She muttered.

It seemed that even in pain, I was still her priority. What an adorable girl.

"Sonsaeng-nim, you're an idiot!"

'Wait, what? What did I do wrong?' I exclaimed in shock.

"Seonsaeng-nim, you don't even hide the fact that you're interested in other girls, and you're even willing to spend money to get her attention. You don't even know how painful that is for me. I love you, but this is just too much.. It hurts... ," she said, her voice quivering with emotion as tears streamed down her face.

She was not aware that I was listening to her right now, but damn, this revelation hit me like a train.

I could hear her sobs, and it seemed that she was crying in one of the comfort room cubicles. She was still wearing her dress, and it didn't appear that she was experiencing a stomach ache.

'Don't tell me she's pretending her stomach hurts to hide?' I felt a twinge of guilt. It crossed my mind that I might have overstepped my boundaries this time around.

"No, I can't get angry with Seonsaeng-nim," she muttered in a self-deprecating manner. "I'm just an ordinary, disposable girl, after all. I should just be grateful that he's giving someone as ordinary as me his time." Her words revealed a sense of resignation and low self-esteem, further tugging at my heartstrings.

"I bet he has dozens of girls like me, more beautiful and experienced," she added, her words carrying a sense of insecurity and inadequacy.

'Shit, now I'm feeling like a total trash,' I sighed internally. I knew that she was just venting, but hearing her think like this made me realize that I might not be a good boyfriend after all.

I had believed I was a model boyfriend that all men should aspire to become, but here was my girlfriend crying.

I cut off my connection with her. I couldn't bear to hear any more of her words. It was time to go to her and apologize like a real man.

But as I stood up, a soft voice stopped me from walking away.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Miss Park asked, her face radiant with a warm and inviting smile. Her request carried a touch of bashfulness, and she playfully twirled a strand of her hair, which made me horny for some reason.

'Damn it, I'm trashy boyfriend,'