Eating his glorious tea sandwich, Bòhé chá relaxed his empty mind while staring at skirts and judging the ginsengs' bodies.

His preference is exactly unknown up until now, due to the lack of depth that Bòhé chá possess, while also being there to allow him to become a character with multiple preferences that may or may not make sense.

Only did he continue glancing until, surprise surprise, the 10 thousand years old ginseng appeared in the cafeteria, glancing from one place to another, until her glossy eyes landed on him.

Quickly, she moved towards Bòhé chá while multiple people shut their mouths and stared at the loli goddess weaving between them, stopping at the tea loving boy's table.

"May I sit?" She asked with a naturally cute voice.

"Oh.. -kay?" He replied in a confused tone, as if he never met her before.

The ginseng sat gracefully on the chair, hiding her beautiful jade-like legs that were hidden even more by a sock reaching a tad bit below her knees, but that didn't dare stop others from seeing her smooth, jade-like porcelean thighs.

Clearing her throat with a high voice that doesn't hurt the ears, rather it sooths them, she stared at Bòhé chá in the eye and said, "Have you heard of the high elves?"

"What?" The confused boy turned even more so by the completely irrelevant and obvious filler question, causing the little ginseng to realize her mistake and correct her words.

"Errr.. What I meant was: have we met before? Possibly in a dream?" She, a person that doesn't interact so much with the public, unconsciously said the wrong thing at the wrong time in her first try, hence her weird question at the start.

Bòhé chá thought hard, trying to remember an event that happened a few hours ago, and with the blessing of the author, he remembered, causing his face to momentarily go slightly red before regaining its colour. Why? Because he remembered the little ginseng in her heaven-defying dress, seemingly made as if to enchant people yet not exposing the body's private parts in the slightest. A masterpiece of a dress coupled with a person with natural charms will, logically, become a force to be reckoned with, and even though Bòhé chá is dense, he is still a boy.

"I...-" But wait! If they met in a dream, couldn't that mean they are connected by fate(author)? Yet, he didn't pick the ginseng of his life yet, and certainly, while the ginseng is like a near perfect piece of art, who knows who else he might meet. Besides, Bòhé chá doesn't wish to hook up with a person all looks but no personality, hence his hesitation.

"No, I don't think so." He said confidently, not feeling the deadly glares coming from the cafeteria which turned silent in an effort to pick up even the slightest murmurs by the wonderful character the author had made.

"..." She froze, not expecting his complete denial of their connected dream. Why? Did I do something? I know he must have remembered since his reaction earlier was obvious.

"A-are you sure? Y-you d-didn't forget, ye-yeah?" She stuttered.

"I don't think I saw you before except when you bumped into me this morning." Glares became increasingly sharp towards the oblivious boy.

Sighing, she asked, "Then.. are you The 'Tea_Cultivator'?" This time being Bòhé chá's turn for freezing.

No one knew of the 'Tea_Cultivator's' identity, the reason being that the user himself keeping it hidden until his donations reach the amount he wants. But what happens if he is exposed in the middle of tens of people? He will shamelessly deny it like before!

"What? No! I wouldn't even dare try to frame myself as that person, definitely not!" He felt satisfied until the ginseng poured cold water on him.

"But.. In the Osu! profile, it says that the Tea_Cultivator is from this city specifically. And if we look at your name and the player's name, similarities can be seen at first glance. Finally, the player's hand has had a black spot on their right wrist, and looking here." She quickly snatched his hand and flipped it, "Here it is."

People were surprised, but not more than herself who was able to say all that both confidently and in one go, not letting Bòhé chá have the chance to retort at all, and to that, everyone in the cafeteria thought :

Checkmate.