The Heartthrob Is About to Die

Saint Realm Academy recognizes only rank, not people. S-rank freshmen can throw their weight around, while F-rank upperclassmen are treated like dogs.

And yet, in this very academy, the first student to earn recognition and become captain of the Mobile Squad was a B-rank.

Not only was he B-rank, he was also the most ordinary type of support.

When the freshmen heard about it, they were in an uproar.

Everyone knew that support types were good for nothing except applying buffs on the battlefield.

What was this B-rank capable of, to rise all the way to one of the academy's top positions?

Someone in the know lowered their voice and said mysteriously, "If there's anything special about him... this Su Xingci has an especially beautiful face."

As soon as the words were out, someone emerged from the teaching building in the distance.

He had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when a group of upperclassmen swarmed around him.

"Xingci, I practiced the move you showed me last time. Could you take a look?"

"No, I'm first. Xingci already promised me!"

"They're all so far away. My dorm is the closest, so could you come to mine first, Xingci?"

The freshmen stared in shock.

Were these really the combat-track upperclassmen who were so arrogant and looked down on everyone else?!

--

The freshmen gathered for a little meeting.

They were very unhappy with the school's inexplicable way of making appointments. The team instructor had a heavy responsibility, directly affecting the future combat abilities of the students, so the position should go to the strongest.

What was this Su Xingci, anyway?

This wasn't some talent show. Were they supposed to rank people by popularity?

They had worked so hard to get into Saint Realm Academy, not so they could bankroll someone like him.

They decided to protest to the principal together the next day. They absolutely had to get this pretty face removed from the position.

That night, at the training hall, a freshman ran into Su Xingci.

He was standing in front of a vending machine, lost in thought, his mind elsewhere.

The machine's cold light revealed the weariness between his brows. He looked deathly pale and shadowy, as if he might dissolve into the air at any moment.

Clunk.

A bottle rolled out, startling them both.

The freshman had no time to move away before his eyes met Su Xingci's.

In an instant, all the weariness vanished from Su Xingci's face.

He walked over, handed the freshman the energy drink in his hand, and smiled warmly. "Are you a freshman? Welcome. I'm looking forward to being teammates."

The freshman: "..."

It was as if he had been bewitched. He forgot that he had come to train and wandered back to his dorm in a daze.

Suddenly, he said, "Actually, I don't think we have to protest."

The others: "???"

Who was it that had been shouting the loudest just now?!

--

Su Xingci gave everything he had and finally became captain of the Mobile Squad.

Everyone thought he had a brilliant future ahead of him.

Even he thought so.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on him.

-- He was dying.

Reader's note:

Everyone is obsessed with him. Su is the bottom, and everyone supports the pairing.

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