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Qi Yinian's first day at his new school, where he'd been forced to transfer, got off to a terrible start.
One of his classmates looked like a decent person, but the look he gave Qi Yinian was as cruel and cold as his voice. “To have your senses so deteriorated at such a young age that you mistake white liquor for water. That's quite a misfortune.”
Qi Yinian: “?”
Then tell me, what kind of normal person puts white liquor in a mineral water bottle?
And that wasn't the end of their ill-fated connection. When he arrived at his aunt's house and set down his luggage, he looked up and
Qi Yinian: “…”
Zong Rushuang: “…”
Wasn't meeting someone supposed to be a great stroke of luck? Whose good fortune involves having to live under the same roof as their nemesis?
Perhaps the heavens heard the young master's plea. The very next day, while he was eating lunch, Zong Rushuang got beaten up by a group of people.
The young master couldn't help exclaiming how satisfying it was, and said he deserved it.
But his body was honest, and he rushed right over.
Damn it, he could only blame his soft heart. He couldn't stand by and do nothing.
*
From then on, whenever he dozed off in class and missed taking notes, it was no problem. Zong Rushuang would make a complete copy of his own notes for him.
Forgot to buy breakfast in the morning because he was in a hurry? No problem either. Zong Rushuang would get him a healthy meal with all the nutrients he needed.
Got punished by a teacher and made to write a self-criticism? Still no problem. Zong Rushuang would write it out for him and turn it in…
And one night, when no one else knew, the top student even carried the new transfer student to bed himself.
His classmates were stunned. “The untouchable flower has finally fallen from his pedestal!”
The young master bristled. “He only carried me, he didn't get on top! That's a complete lie!”
*
One evening during self-study, Qi Yinian received a third love letter from a girl in the class next door.
The school's top student walked to the classroom door and took the envelope from the girl's hand before anyone else could. His gaze was icy.
“High school students should focus on their studies. No dating.”
The night was quiet, and the dormitory was empty. Qi Yinian's breathing was uneven, his hands pinned above his head in the other boy's grasp.
The young master shot a sidelong glance at the culprit, the corner of his bitten lip slightly red. “Didn't you say high school students weren't allowed to date?”
“Baby, I'm jealous.” Zong Rushuang wiped the moisture from his lips and buried his face against Qi Yinian's neck. “Besides, we're adults now.”
“Adults don't count as dating in high school.”
A cold and aloof gong who says one thing and means another × a young master who unknowingly knows how to flirt, shou
Note from March 29, 2026
Reader's guide:
1. They absolutely will not date before they are adults.
2. School life → city life; one-on-one, happy ending, rekindled love after a breakup.
3. The university and work settings differ from real life. The characters and all story elements are entirely fictional, so please don't read too much into them.
4. No insulting either lead, no switching or breaking up the couple, and no baseless accusations of plagiarism.
Theme: Love life
