Shen Yue wanted to say something more, but was suddenly shoved away with great force. The impact was so strong that she lost her balance and fell backward, landing on a soft cushion.
Watching the bewildered girl sitting on the cushion, she froze, her fair face slightly pale from the recent upheaval.
Song Yan looked down, instinctively raising his hand to help the girl, but then pushed it down. He stared intently at her pale face, his eyes cold and dark.
Then, as if unwilling to spare another glance, he averted his gaze, his throat constricting. "Disgusting," he muttered.
Strangely, he didn't dare look the girl in the eye when he said this.
After a long silence with no reply, Song Yan resisted the urge, but couldn't help but glance at the girl.
Shen Yue remained in the same position, her disheveled bangs falling across her forehead. The contours of her face were beautifully defined, her thick lashes slightly lowered, and her teeth bit down on her red lip, creating an incredibly striking visual.
Her thin eyelids were red, as if she were on the verge of tears.
Here we go again, putting on a pitiful act.
Shen Yue stirred, as if preparing to stand up.
Song Yan, who had been standing rigidly, seemed startled. He quickly retreated, as if afraid Shen Yue might touch him, avoiding her completely.
He thought the girl would do something else to him, but she didn't. After standing up, she remained silent. Her lips were tender and full, her dark, fine lashes trembled slightly, and she walked towards him step by step.
She was heading his way.
Song Yan felt that he should immediately retreat, widening the distance between them. But for some reason, he felt as if he were under a spell, unable to move. His legs were stiff and rooted to the spot.
She was getting closer.
Thump, thump, thump—
His heart, which hadn't recovered yet, beat even faster.
His eyes were deep and shadowed, his thin lips pressed tightly together, appearing outwardly calm, his expression indifferent.
A faint, familiar fragrance drifted over, and Song Yan's heart tightened. He thought the girl would stop in front of him and do something outrageous again.
To his surprise, she merely brushed past him, her lashes consistently lowered, not looking at him.
It wasn't until the door was opened and then swung shut by the wind that Song Yan slowly came back to his senses.
The young man's previously indifferent expression suddenly creased, his eyes turning cold.
The spacious equipment room was silent, eerily so.
Shen Yue hadn't done anything to him.
Yet, the frown on his brow didn't ease at all.
—
Shen Yue ran back to her dorm, showered, and sat at her desk to do her homework.
She appeared very focused, but in reality, she was chatting with the system in her mind.
System: [The mission was completed very well, and the progress has advanced a bit.]
Shen Yue sighed silently. After all, this was her first time being a villain in every sense of the word.
The original host's personality was too crazy and twisted. Shen Yue was quite afraid she wouldn't be able to control the intensity, but thankfully, she hadn't messed up.
She didn't want to give up on Jiang Wei, the rich second generation, and yet harbored a pathological infatuation for Song Yan.
The original host was wicked, inherently so, with intense jealousy and vanity.
If this continued, wouldn't she just be playing herself to death?
Shen Yue: [It's my first time trying to date two people at once, I'm a bit nervous.]
System: [Really? I don't believe you.]
Shen Yue: […]
Saying she was dating two people wasn't entirely accurate. After all, Jiang Wei treated her like a plaything, and Song Yan loathed her to the point where he wouldn't even touch her.
They were both quite disliked, which made Shen Yue feel gratified.
Looking at the mountain of homework, Shen Yue felt like dying.
If things continued like this in this world, she would truly go insane.
So, Shen Yue wrote furiously until two-thirty in the morning, then dragged herself out of bed at six-thirty. Her soul felt as if it were floating.
—
Jiang Wei participated in a provincial basketball competition and returned triumphantly with a grand trophy. He was spirited and handsome, chatting with his teammates.
Upon returning to school, Jiang Wei passed by Class 3-1.
Class 3-1 was a key class. The teacher was lecturing animatedly, and the students below were listening attentively, occasionally taking notes.
Jiang Wei's sharp eyes swept across, quickly spotting that slender figure.
The girl sat very upright, her back straight like a bamboo stalk. In the sunlight, her fair skin was almost transparent. Her fingers held a pen, and like the others, she was taking notes.
Yet, both her appearance and her movements were far more beautiful than those around her.
It had only been a few days, but Jiang Wei felt as if a long time had passed. Longing had tightly entwined itself around his heart like vines, making him wish he could pull the girl out and kiss her properly right now.
He suppressed the impulse, his eyes deep and dark, and took one last, lingering look before leaving.
After school, Jiang Wei sent her a message.
He said he wanted to take her out for dinner.
Shen Yue first returned her books to the dormitory, changed her clothes, and then went out.
Jiang Wei was at the school gate. He was tall and handsome, and simply standing there attracted countless gazes.
However, his overly sharp demeanor made people hesitant to approach.
Upon seeing the girl, Jiang Wei's perpetually furrowed brow immediately relaxed. He took two steps forward and approached Shen Yue, unconsciously complaining, "Why are you coming out so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Meeting the girl's dark, clear eyes, the gloom and impatience in his heart vanished. He excitedly took Shen Yue's hand, disregarding the stares of others, and chattered, "A new hot pot restaurant opened near the school, and the taste is quite good. Can you handle spicy food?"
Shen Yue hesitated for a moment. "Anything is fine."
The hot pot restaurant was indeed very popular, with most tables occupied. Jiang Wei had reserved a spot in advance and led Shen Yue to a relatively quiet area.
After ordering, Jiang Wei looked at Shen Yue. His nose was high, his features handsome, and when he smiled, there was a roguish charm. "Yue Yue, did you miss me?"
He seemed to be joking, but his eyes held a hint of nervousness. He felt his own heartbeat, growing heavier.
Jiang Wei met Shen Yue's gaze. Her clean, dark eyes were quietly looking at him, her lips like tender, rosy petals, appearing… gentle.
Jiang Wei's expression involuntarily softened. He reached out and took Shen Yue's hand resting on the table. "Did you miss me a lot?"
Shen Yue knew what he wanted to hear. She blinked and replied obediently, "Yes."
Jiang Wei's heart felt even softer. Behind them was a large potted plant. He leaned in, pressing against Shen Yue. They were squeezed into a corner, the plant shielding them from the view of others.
He kissed her passionately and fiercely for a moment. "Me too. Did you put some kind of love potion on me? Otherwise, why would I be suffering so much out here?"