Ruan Qing'an walked over from a side path, a cigarette between her fingers, wearing a black dress, her bare calves dazzling even in the night like broken moonlight.
"...Song Xijun?"
"Yes, I'm here."
Song Xijun answered in a low voice, just like before, looking weak and timid, and completely unremarkable.
But as Ruan Qing'an approached him step by step, passing by the bushes on the side, he couldn't help but think maliciously—if she knew that the people from earlier were lying haphazardly behind them, would she still dare to get close?
At this moment, Ruan Qing'an had already come to him, and with her fingertips lifted Song Xijun's hair, placing it on the bruise on his forehead.
She frowned, then took a step back: "What happened? Did you run into those guys from earlier?"
"They want to climb over the wall and ask me to help them get past the inspection tonight."
"You refused?"
Ruan Qing'an shook his head as soon as he asked the question: "Forget it, you've already rejected them. What about the others?"
Song Xijun lowered her head, looking like a harmless little pitiful person, and answered softly, "They have already climbed over the wall and gone out, I don't know where they went."
Hearing this, Ruan Qing'an felt even more troubled. She pressed her temples, narrowed her leaden eyes, and turned around abruptly. The cold wind lifted the hem of her black skirt, and a cigarette was held between her slender fingers.
Before Song Xijun could speak, she had already walked straight back: "You always arrive at class earliest, so bring me breakfast to the classroom before 8 a.m. tomorrow. You know what I like to eat from home."
It was clearly Song Xijun who was being bossed around, but 037 was even more anxious: [Oh my god, are you tormenting the male lead again?!]
[The male lead's favorability rating is negative, negative! Do you know how many mission takers he's tricked before? He's really in a dangerous situation—]
"So Luo Yuming isn't in danger anymore?"
The sound of 037 abruptly stopped.
Regardless of whether 037 was worried or not, Song Xijun didn't react much, only replying softly, "I know."
In fact, Song Xijun lost both her parents in a fire when she was in junior high school. After that, she was supported by Ruan Qingan's parents. It was during this time that she met Ruan Qingan. The two grew up together and even lived in the same house.
However, when he arrived at F University, the original owner felt ashamed of him and was unwilling to reveal their relationship.
Despite the blatantly negative love rating, Ruan Qing'an remained unfazed: "Also, tomorrow morning is that old man's class, and you're still his class representative. You can just do the homework he assigned for me."
"Okay, I understand."
No matter what she said, Song Xijun only replied "okay".
Rather than feeling humiliated, Song Xijun didn't even show any emotion; his gaze was like that of an empty wasteland.
After saying that, Ruan Qing'an walked ahead on his own. Only after he didn't hear any footsteps did he turn around and see Song Xijun still standing in the same spot.
In a flash, she caught sight of his almost icy gaze, but Song Xijun quickly lowered her head again, and that dangerous aura disappeared.
Her eyes darkened, and she raised an eyebrow: "Are you just standing there like a block of wood? Hurry up and go back to your dorm or you'll get punished?"
"……knew."
Song Xijun finally moved, carrying the books she had borrowed from the library, and followed Ruan Qing'an to her side.
Along the path by the West Gate, Ruan Qing'an and Song Xijun walked side by side. She looked down and smoked, not even glancing at Song Xijun. The spark between her fingers flickered in her peripheral vision. "If they come looking for trouble again, just tell me, and I'll take care of it for you."
Although Ruan Qing'an is a delinquent girl with poor grades and a difficult personality, she is beautiful and has good interpersonal relationships. Many people know her and are happy to befriend her.
If Ruan Qing'an is willing to help, those people would probably be willing to give her face.
037: [Waaaaah, my ancestor, you're finally thinking about the male lead!]
Meeting Song Xijun's dark eyes, where a hint of dark green tinged the depths, the intense mockery and sarcasm were well concealed.
Ruan Qing'an couldn't help but sneer: "Little system, do you really think Song Xijun will believe you if you act like a kind and innocent girl?"
037 was clearly caught off guard, while she slowly exhaled a smoke ring and said casually, "Don't let them cause trouble and delay my business."
Upon hearing this, Song Xijun lowered her head, her eyes cold and almost emotionless, out of Ruan Qing'an's sight.
This is how Ruan Qing'an should be. He wasn't surprised. If she were to pretend to help, that would be utterly ridiculous.
After confirming that Song Xijun was unharmed and in no serious condition, Ruan Qing'an stubbed out his cigarette and turned to walk towards the dormitory building.
It was already quite dark, so dark that only the areas illuminated by the streetlights were still somewhat visible. The heel of her high heel got stuck in a crack in the ground, and she couldn't pull it out for a moment. Ruan Qing'an couldn't help but frown.
At this moment, Song Xijun was still following behind her. Ruan Qing'an waved to her: "Wood, come here."
"What's wrong?"
Before Song Xijun could finish speaking, Ruan Qing'an had already taken the book from his hands, her slender hand pressing on his shoulder. She could feel the muscle texture beneath his shirt, and she gently squeezed it, pressing him down.
Song Xijun's gaze darkened slightly as he glanced at the overhead monitor and the indicator lights that were in operation. Only then did he squat down, letting Ruan Qing'an do as he pleased.
Ugh, this surveillance is such a hassle, otherwise...
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as a soft touch pressed down on Song Xijun's shoulder.
The smell of smoke spread through the air, mingling with the cool, woody scent emanating from Ruan Qing'an, creating an intoxicating aroma. She was like a duckweed in a storm, her entire body's support resting almost entirely on Song Xijun.
Ruan Qing'an sat halfway on his broad shoulders, leaning half of her body against Song Xijun's chest to steady herself.
Still seemingly a little unsteady, Ruan Qing'an directly grabbed Song Xijun's hand and placed it on her waist, saying with dissatisfaction, "Don't you know how to hold on? You're such a blockhead. I can't get my high heels out, hurry up and get them out for me."
She urged him impatiently, and her incessant chatter was even more annoying.
Song Xijun tightened his grip on her waist in retaliation, intending to pinch her, but the moment he tightened, he found her soft, boneless flesh that was so delicate it was almost impossible to hold—she was wicked, and also incredibly beautiful.
Ruan Qing'an seemed to be ticklish again, and subconsciously dodged, then nudged him with her elbow.
"What are you doing? Don't you know I'm ticklish?"
"...I was afraid you'd fall."
Song Xijun offered a vague explanation, then reached out and pulled out the stuck high heels, putting them back on Ruan Qing'an.
Ruan Qing'an then got up impatiently, rubbing his waist. He was the type to use and discard people, yet he was certain that no matter how much he bullied Song Xijun, this blockhead, would remain completely unresponsive.
She shoved the book back into his arms, turned and left. Only after her slender figure disappeared into the darkness did Song Xijun straighten up. His eyes, hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, were filled with a turbulent, viscous darkness that made it impossible to discern any emotion.
...
The next morning, Nguyen Thanh An entered the classroom on time, ready to begin the 8 a.m. class.
She sat in the back row by the window, waiting for Song Xijun to come to class and to bring her breakfast. But even as class was about to start, Song Xijun, who was always the first to arrive, was nowhere to be seen, and the seat remained empty.
Ruan Qing'an propped his chin on his hand, lowered his eyes and pondered, until he heard the people in front of him talking.
"Have you heard? This morning, several students were caught by security guards in the corner of the school's west gate. They were covered in injuries, it was terrible."
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