Early in the morning, Lin Qifan scurried into the university classroom.
"Hehe, Xue'er…"
He was carrying a breakfast, which was prepared for Murong Xue'er.
He fantasized about Murong Xue'er, who hadn't eaten breakfast yet, seeing him buy her breakfast and crying out, "Brother Qifan, daisuki~"
However, as soon as he entered the classroom, he noticed something amiss.
Lin Qifan glanced at the time, 8:15 AM; the morning class had already begun.
But Murong Xue'er's seat was still empty; had she not come to school?
"Xue'er should still be at the hospital, right."
Lin Qifan thought this, sat back down, and kept his gaze fixed on the doorway.
Not Xue'er…
Not Xue'er…
Still not Xue'er…
Murong Xue'er still hadn't appeared by the time the second class started.
"What's going on?" Lin Qifan grew impatient. "Where's Xue'er? She couldn't have dropped out, could she? I gave her a full hundred thousand yuan!"
It happened to be the counselor's class, and he couldn't hold back, raising his hand to ask.
"Teacher, is Murong Xue'er not coming to school?"
The homeroom teacher was annoyed by a student casually interrupting his lecture, but he still said coldly,
"Murong Xue'er? She transferred classes."
"What? Transferred classes! Which class did she transfer to?"
"Class Ten."
…
Meanwhile, in Class Ten of the third year, in the back row of the classroom.
Third row from the wall, counting back: Shen Qing'er, random female student
Second row from the wall, counting back: Tu Youqing, Jiang Yu
First row from the wall, counting back: Murong Xue'er, empty space
Jiang Yu was massaging Tu Youqing.
After all, it was the changing of seasons, and appropriate massage could boost immunity to prevent Tu Youqing from catching a cold or fever.
Jiang Yu didn't want to sleep in the same bed as someone with a cold.
Maybe he'd wake up in the morning with snot all over his clothes; just thinking about it made him…
"Don't wear long pants this afternoon, or it'll be hard to massage," Jiang Yu pulled up Tu Youqing's pant leg.
"Ugh… No way!"
As soon as he pulled up the pant leg, Jiang Yu was speechless.
What decent person wears black pantyhose under their pants and then a layer of short white socks over the pantyhose-clad feet?
Doesn't that big, auspicious foot get stinky when it's so stuffy?
Tu Youqing's face flushed crimson, and she turned her head away.
She had seen a video last night that said if a girl dressed like this, it was equivalent to giving her boyfriend a surprise.
She had originally scoffed at the idea.
But this morning, she had inexplicably dressed that way.
"Don't look, go away!"
"Are you telling me how to do my job?" Jiang Yu rolled his eyes.
"Tch, perverted lolicon, you want to sniff it now."
Having spent so long with the big bad guy, Tu Youqing had long recognized Jiang Yu's true nature.
Jiang Yu, exposed, did not deny it, but said indifferently:
"Are you an idiot? What if you get a fungal lung infection?"
"Huh? A beautiful girl's feet wouldn't have fungus, they're sweet and fragrant, okay?"
"You said it, we'll check when we get home."
Oh no, she fell for it again.
Tu Youqing pouted, and her small, tender hand pinched Jiang Yu:
"Always scheming against such a cute girl like me, you idiot Jiang Yu, where's your conscience? Where's your morality? And where's the biggest bullet?"
"Conscience? Morality?" Jiang Yu blinked: "Do I have any?"
Tu Youqing was about to curse him, saying he was eaten by dogs, but the words turned into an exhale before they left her mouth.
The Taixi acupoint on her ankle was gently massaged, and the little imp seemed very satisfied with this massage.
In the back row, Murong Xue'er envied Tu Youqing and Jiang Yu's relationship from the bottom of her heart.
However, envy was envy; she would not covet what did not belong to her.
"Knock knock—"
Several knocks on the door frame sounded from the doorway, and the classroom immediately fell silent.
Li Yuanfei, who was lecturing, frowned, and seeing that the person who came was Lin Qifan, he asked coldly:
"Is there something?"
By now, it was clear whose backing was stronger.
Li Yuanfei immediately leveraged his fence-sitting advantage, fully siding with Jiang Yu, and naturally wouldn't give Lin Qifan a good look.
"I'm looking for someone."
Lin Qifan didn't even spare Li Yuanfei a glance, walking directly towards Murong Xue'er.
"Xue'er…"
Lin Qifan's heart ached. He didn't know why Murong Xue'er hadn't told him about changing classes.
What kind of place was Class Ten?
It was a place where devils stayed. If that scoundrel Jiang Yu discovered how beautiful a small face was hidden beneath Xue'er's ugly disguise…
She would definitely be taken advantage of!
He didn't want that to happen!
Fortunately, Murong Xue'er was still dressed as before—ugly, huddled in the last row of the classroom, like the ugly duckling in a fairy tale.
"Phew."
Lin Qifan let out a sigh of relief and walked over with a smile on his face.
As a result, he wasn't looking where he was going and tripped with a bang.
He fell flat on his face, looked up, and it was Jiang Yu.
He even had a wicked grin on his face, which made him furious!
"Hmph."
Lin Qifan now knew he couldn't beat Jiang Yu, so he silently endured the insult.
"Xue'er, why did you come to Class Ten?"
Lin Qifan's tone was gentle, like someone reminiscing about their first love in the dead of night, imagining the sound of reuniting with her.
"Eh…"
Murong Xue'er didn't know how to answer.
Her transfer to Class Ten of the third year was a requirement of the "Part-time Maid Rules" in her contract; she usually had to help her master take notes and write advanced math homework.
But she couldn't possibly say something like, "I'm Jiang Yu's maid; Jiang Yu told me to come to Class Ten."
Because in the department, she was the ugly girl in everyone's eyes. What if her grades were good? Ugly was ugly. How could she be worthy of being Jiang Yu's maid?
If others found out that she was truly her master's maid.
Regardless of what would happen to her, her master's reputation would definitely be damaged.
Thinking of the potential for rampant rumors, Murong Xue'er decided that she must hide her identity at university and absolutely must not cause trouble for Jiang Yu.
Seeing Murong Xue'er hesitate, Lin Qifan's heart filled with joy.
Most likely, Xue'er had been ostracized by the girls in Class Two of the third year and had to come to Class Ten.
This meant that Xue'er was currently in a state of extreme emotional collapse, which was the best time to win her over.
Since Xue'er didn't answer, he didn't need to press further.
He just needed to make sure that Xue'er was still the "ugly duckling" in everyone's eyes. How beautiful the small face hidden beneath the ugly disguise was—only he knew!
In everyone's eyes, Lin Qifan came inexplicably and left just as inexplicably.
"Crazy," many people whispered.
Jiang Yu stroked his smooth chin, a smile playing on his lips, and wrote a small note to Murong Xue'er in the back row.
"Eh… Do I really have to do this?"
Seeing the content of the note, Murong Xue'er lowered her small head, her pretty face flushed, and her fingertips gripping the note turned somewhat white.