Rong Shenghan: Favorability 64 (unchanged), Emotional fluctuations - Negative 1/Neutral 8/Positive 92 (Positive +1)
A positive mood quietly rose. Rong Shenghan took a sip of coffee; the sweet aroma of the latte couldn't suppress the subtle ripples in his heart.
He remembered the feel of her kisses twice: once as light as a feather, tentative, and once deliberate and forceful, as if declaring something.
This seemingly innocent and harmless student council president always manages to reveal a sharp edge that is hard to fathom.
"It's normal for students to have feelings for each other." He put down his coffee cup, his tone casual. "Nianzhi, you just got back, don't overthink it."
He glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. I'll take you home. By the way, what kind of background music would you like for the banquet—classical or pop?"
The topic was easily steered away, and Tang Nianzhi was quickly drawn to the new subject, chattering away about her favorite composers. Rong Shenghan listened with a smile, but his eyes seemed veiled by a thin mist, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.
In the laboratory building at dusk, Yu Jiuyuan helped Yuan Xu check the temperature control device of the butterfly display box.
The aurora butterfly spread its wings inside the box, its wing veins swirling with pink, purple and ice blue under the light, like the captured aurora borealis.
Yuan Xu lay on the side of the box, adjusting the sound waves with a miniature microphone, her face filled with pure fascination.
“Ah Yuan, listen to this frequency…” He clicked on the audio, and in the clear melody, the veins of the butterfly's wings suddenly lit up with an even brighter fluorescence. “They really can understand the sound of star trails!”
As Yu Jiuyuan looked at the fluorescent lights shimmering in the sound waves, she suddenly remembered the star map in Xie Zhecheng's office, the unfathomable smile in Rong Shenghan's eyes, and the way Lin Yanran awkwardly tied her tie.
These distinct beings, like butterflies in a box, each with their own frequency, are all under her control, presenting themselves in the most perfect state.
[System notification: The current target's status is stable, and all preparations for the welcoming banquet are complete.]
She raised her hand and glanced out the window. Snow had started falling again, enveloping the entire Saint Sakura Academy in a silent white blanket.
Next week's welcome-back banquet is like a meticulously arranged stage, with all the actors already in place, just waiting for her, the director, to draw the curtain.
The word "accident" is never in the young lady's training manual.
Only with precise temperature difference calculations and just the right amount of... control.
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