Back home, Bai Ye excitedly rushed into the e-sports room.

The ambiance created by the lighting and the smooth feel of the mouse and keyboard is something that a small laptop simply cannot match.

Get on the machine, get on the machine, fearless covenant, start!

As soon as I logged in, I received an invitation from Ye Qingcheng.

Soon her voice came through the team microphone:

"Let's practice our shooting first, then we'll have a one-on-one duel!"

Bai Ye's lips twitched. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"Practicing shooting" is just an excuse. If you want to beat me up, just say so!

If I, a mere Gold-ranked newbie, were to go toe-to-toe with someone who had reached the Extraordinary rank, wouldn't that be blatantly using me as a target for practice?

Overwhelmed with sadness, Bai Ye was deeply hurt that he couldn't even beat a girl in a game.

The idea of ​​playing games with girls is just a fantasy; in reality, he's the one being carried.

Some things really depend on talent, and in FPS games, Bai Ye really doesn't have much talent.

But the more bad you are at the game, the more you love to play – that's exactly the kind of person Bai Ye is.

Even if I can't carry, my teammates can!

The score was now set at 43-15.

Bai Ye fell silent, suddenly losing interest in the game. What was the point of playing if every shot resulted in headshots?

Ye Qingcheng's soft laughter came through the microphone: "You're not very good at this, you need to practice more!"

It's fun to bully weaker opponents, and it's even more fun to keep bullying them, especially bullying Bai Ye, which made her feel even better.

Although the equipment made Bai Ye's operation more skillful, he was still far inferior to his opponent.

After the one-on-one match, they went to play ranked matches.

In the first game, Ye Qingcheng played aggressively, and the opposing team surrendered when the score reached 5-0.

In the second game, the opponent was cheating, using a headshot cheat. The game ended because the cheating was detected and therefore not considered.

The third round, the fourth round...

Then it started to become more abstract.

Ye Qingcheng, carrying four opponents, was consistently in the C position, yet they couldn't secure a victory. First, there was Myth Brother, who, in a fit of rage for his beloved, logged in and had someone else play for him. Then, there was Enlightenment Brother, who suddenly realized the futility of worldly desires.

That was a battle among the gods; mortals could only sit on the bench.

Looking at the five consecutive losses in bright red, Bai Ye rested his head on his hands, his face flushed.

It's clearly red-hot.

We can't fight back, we can't even scratch them!

Bai Ye has been beaten into despair. Every shot is a one-shot kill. How can he possibly win?

It was almost one o'clock.

"It's time to sleep. We can play later."

"Um!"

Both of them were waiting for the other to leave the room first.

But the other party did not leave for a long time.

Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke:

"Good night!"

"Good night!"

...

Ye Qingcheng ended the live stream, took off her headphones, and slowly dragged her sprained leg.

Arriving at the sink.

She looked at herself in the mirror, unconsciously reaching out to touch her lips, her face turning rosy.

She remembered how she had forcefully kissed Bai Ye that night.

The thought of her own audacity filled her with shame and indignation.

At the same time, he felt a growing curiosity about Bai Ye.

She couldn't help but ask herself what kind of feelings Bai Ye had for her.

What kind of feelings does she have for Bai Ye?

Even if she was unwilling to accept it now, she had to admit that she cared a lot about Bai Ye, and that Bai Ye was special to her.

She didn't understand what kind of emotion this was, or rather, it was an emotion she had never experienced before.

Do you like it?

That's her guess.

Does she like Bai Ye?

Memories of Bai Ye involuntarily surfaced in my mind, from meeting her online to meeting her in real life.

Although Bai Ye gave her the impression of being a pervert and a lecher, and she clearly hated that kind of person, she couldn't bring herself to hate Bai Ye at all.

She thought that she... had probably fallen in love with Bai Ye.

She cared about his opinions, his feelings for her, and everything about him. She had an urge to understand him, to get involved, and to influence him.

She hopes to have him in her life from now on.

white night……

...

After finishing the game and logging off, Bai Ye touched his head and realized he hadn't taken a shower yet.

I went to my room, grabbed my clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, my lips were a little red.

It seemed that because Ye Qingcheng had applied a layer of not-too-bright lipstick to the corners of his mouth, the kiss had stained his lips a little red as well.

Thinking of this, Bai Ye's heart began to race.

Ye Qingcheng's kiss speaks volumes.

She might actually have fallen for him.

He was still just guessing about the hug he gave her when he brought her home yesterday, not entirely sure, but tonight's kiss confirmed it for him.

He scratched his head, but his mood did not improve at all; a sense of irritability arose spontaneously.

She ran her hands through her hair, gazing wistfully at herself.

He never imagined he would be so popular with girls; it was like the treatment of a male protagonist in an anime.

Bai Ye couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had the male lead's experience but not his talent!

Which harem novel's male protagonist isn't incredibly powerful? He either becomes a king in another world or is reborn in the past to create a business empire.

As for myself, I'm just an ordinary person; what have I done to deserve this?

The yandere ex-girlfriend Yao Yuyan, the arrogant Ye Qingcheng, the cute young Luo Luo Qingyan, the caring older sister Xia Qingyue, and the healing angel Su Zhimeng.

Any one of them would be a leading lady in their own right.

He had no idea how to handle their relationship.

Makoto is actually me!

But I don't want to become Makoto Ito!

...

Bai Ye took a long bath, soaking in the bathtub for half a day, looking distressed and scratching her head.

After leaving the bathroom, Bai Ye went into the room.

He picked up the small bedside table he had bought in his freshman year of college, put his laptop on it, and began the work he had been putting off for a long time.

He had almost forgotten his role as a teaching assistant.

A few days ago, his homeroom teacher asked him to create a social security statistics table so that his students could choose the appropriate option.

Whether to purchase insurance locally or in their hometown is up to the student, as long as they ensure they have social security coverage.

There were quite a few troubles, but there was nothing he could do; he got through his freshman year like this.

So I started making a table. Luckily, it was simple. I copied and pasted everyone's names, and then wrote the requirements and yes/no in vertical columns.

It wasn't troublesome at all; it only took a few minutes to get it done.

After you've finished this, just send it to the group and let them fill it out themselves, that's fine.

After putting down the computer, Bai Ye, feeling wide awake, started playing on her phone.

Soon after, I received a message from my class teacher in the class group chat.

Bai Ye took a look.

It turns out that the sophomore sports meet is about to begin, and now we need to compile a list of those who want to register and the events.

They even specifically mentioned those who received academic credits and awards.

Participation in this kind of thing is optional; a sense of class honor simply doesn't exist in university.

You can earn enough credits normally as long as you don't cause trouble, so it's better to give you some volunteer hours.

After all, this school requires students to complete 60 hours of volunteer work in order to graduate.

Fortunately, I've almost completed my 60-hour shift, so I can just do one more shift and it'll be over.