The next day.

For some reason, everyone arrived unusually early today.

When Wu Yue passed by Qian Bolun's seat, she saw two breakfasts on his table, which looked cold. Qian Bolun was half-lying on the table, yawning with his eyes half-closed, his gaze fixed on the phone screen in his palm.

“Witch Moon…”

The girl looked away and was about to walk over when Qian Bolun suddenly called out to her. Without any hesitation, he casually showed her his phone screen.

That's a WeChat chat interface; the nickname is Mi Jing.

"Wu Yue, are all girls this stubborn?" Qian Bolun was the most daring to approach Wu Yue among the trio of Little Tyrants. Perhaps it was because after the fire incident, she seemed to be carrying a secret that only the two of them knew, which made them particularly close.

As friends, they didn't hold back anymore.

Wu Yue's mind flashed back to the future Song Suian had described, and to Mi Jing's attitude during their conversation. She paused, then said, "You've only met him once, and you've already fallen for him? Love at first sight?"

"I can't explain it."

This is what's troubling Qian Bolun. He wouldn't say he likes her, but he keeps thinking about those eyes that greeted him in the cafeteria. His thoughts are in turmoil, and he hasn't been able to do anything right lately.

He refused even when mosquitoes and other caregivers asked him to play games with them.

"Let's give up for now."

Qian Bolun was stunned by Wu Yue's words. He thought that Wu Yue would tell him to persevere, after all, girls are sensitive and should be able to sense his struggle and reluctance to let go.

Qian Bolun puffed out his cheeks and pouted, "...I don't want to."

Wu Yue glanced at him. "What I mean is, give up for now. If you can get into the same university as her after graduating from high school, it's not too late to pursue her. If you force yourself on her now, you might cause her grades to drop. Lunzi, not everyone is born like you."

A moment later, Wu Yue adopted a conciliatory tone, like an elder patiently guiding someone, and patted Qian Bolun on the shoulder, "Come on, let's set a small goal first. Let's get into the top five in our class."

According to Song Suian, Qian Bolun joined the army because of his poor academic performance. Even though the Qian family used their connections to get him into university, he had no interest in studying and it was a waste of his spot.

But if Qian Bolun were to start paying attention to his studies now, the outcome would likely be different...

Young man, that's all I can do for you.

Wu Yue returned to her seat, while Qian Bolun looked solemn, as if he were contemplating something important.

Two minutes later.

Zhou Yunwei, carrying her schoolbag and holding her phone, rushed over excitedly, shouting, "Ahhh, Yueyue! Yueyue!" Her voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of all the students in the classroom, who all looked surprised.

It's not their fault; after all, Zhou Yunwei is usually very ladylike.

As she ran, her backpack bounced back and forth, and her ponytail flew high, creating a beautiful arc in the air.

Wu Yue couldn't help but sigh.

Wow, that's what young people are like. So energetic.

As Zhou Yunwei approached, she rested her chin on her hand, lazily raised her eyes, and asked, "What's up? Did you win the lottery?"

Zhou Yunwei occupied Yan Chiyu's seat without any hesitation, opened her phone and held it up to Wu Yue, excitedly saying, "It's not a lottery, but it's even more exciting than winning the lottery."

"Um?"

Wu Yue couldn't think of anyone else besides her brother who could make Zhou Yunwei act this way.

"It's my idol!" Zhou Yunwei's eyes sparkled, her mouth chattering non-stop: "This morning, Xigui's official Weibo account posted a message saying they've taken a liking to my idol and want him to be Xigui's second brand ambassador, the first in the entertainment industry. Then they said they'd ask for the fans' opinions. Oh my god, this morning, all of us Ximilu fans are so excited we could burst!"

Wu Yue's focus, however, was on: "Who is the first spokesperson?"