The Top Student Insists I Love Her

Gong Ziyan never imagined that the love letter she handed over would end up posted on the school bulletin board. The whole school found out in an instant that she liked girls. The rich heiress she'd had a crush on for two years looked at her coldly and asked what gave her the nerve to like her. Her classmates began bullying her relentlessly. She fled to the top floor of the teaching building, stepped into empty air, and fell. Perhaps heaven took pity on her, because she was reborn. But she never expected to return to the moment she'd handed the rich heiress her love letter. The letter had already been handed over, and the heiress had opened it right in front of her. Gong Ziyan saw that history was about to repeat itself. Then she caught sight of the top student Shan Jun passing by. She gritted her teeth and said to the heiress, "Could you give my love letter to Shan Jun for me?" The heiress gave her a scornful look, then went straight over and handed the letter to the top student. As Gong Ziyan watched nervously and the heiress looked on, eager for the drama, the top student glanced at the letter and said, "I accept." Gong Ziyan: ???????? Top student: This is the school I'm applying to. If you get in, I'll consider dating you. Low-achieving student Gong Ziyan: I... actually don't... (like you) Top student: What? Gong Ziyan: I'll study hard. Top student: Looks like you really do like me a lot. Gong Ziyan: ... A cool, scheming younger top student X a pitiful, timid, adorable underachiever. Check out my completed yuri story, "The Gap Moe Girl": A sweet-faced, fierce, top-A girl group leader, the entertainment industry's number one X a wealthy, talented, beautiful CEO with an adorable two-year-old Please add my upcoming story, "My Bodyguard Can't Be This Cool," to your reading list On the day popular celebrity Zhong Lingke celebrates her birthday, she receives two gifts: a "death threat" letter and an expressionless bodyguard. The other woman wears a crisp suit, with her shirt buttoned all the way up. Her slender waist is enough to set the imagination racing. But no matter what she does, the bodyguard has a poker face. She shields Zhong Lingke in her arms and leads her through the crowd, and even when Zhong Lingke rises on tiptoe and kisses the corner of her mouth, she doesn't change her expression. Zhong Lingke flips the table: Are her facial nerves dead or something? A colleague assigned to monitor the situation from afar: Colleague A: What is that sound? Why is it so regular? And why is it getting faster? Colleague B: Could the equipment be broken? Zhan Ning calmly says: Sorry, that's my heartbeat. At a party, someone asks Zhong Lingke what she'd do if she met someone she liked. Her peach-blossom eyes sparkle as she smiles. "Of course I'd do everything I could to seduce her." A friend laughs. "And what if she doesn't fall for it?" Zhong Lingke glances at Zhan Ning, standing straight as a post by the doorway. "Then I'll knock her out and drag her into a room. But since I'm a girl, I'll use a pink stick to knock her out and drag her in." Later: Zhan Ning: Miss, please don't attack me from behind again. You'll hurt yourself. Zhan Ning: Even if you switched to a wine bottle, you couldn't hurt me. Zhan Ning: A knife wouldn't work either. With your strength, nothing could hurt me, and knocking me out is even more impossible. Zhong Lingke: ... A stoic, abstinent bodyguard with incredible strength who can't read the mood X a quirky, high-maintenance heiress Theme: Supporting each other as we grow.