Monitor "Big" Liu

After having lunch together at McDonald's, Liu Muye and Han Juyou returned to their respective dormitories.

As they walked back, Nangong Ye and Shangguan Yurou were still leisurely eating burgers by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, chatting about something—both of them laughing happily.

Liu Muye couldn’t be bothered to care. When it came to the romantic subplot between the male and female leads, he avoided interfering unless absolutely necessary. Only if things strayed too far from the main storyline would he step in to give them a nudge.

With a full stomach, Liu Muye planned to take a blissful afternoon nap in his room.

But just as he dozed off, Nangong Ye knocked on his door.

"Bro Muye, Bro Muye, open up!"

"What?" Rubbing his bleary eyes, Liu Muye stumbled out of his room, groggy from being woken up.

"Oh, you were asleep," Nangong Ye said sheepishly. "I wouldn’t have knocked if I’d known."

"Too late for that now," Liu Muye retorted, rolling his eyes. "What’s the emergency?"

"Nothing urgent. Just wanted to thank you," Nangong Ye said with a grin. "Thanks to your advice last night, I took Shangguan Yurou to McDonald's today. She really enjoyed it, and we talked for ages."

Having already seen the two at McDonald's earlier, Liu Muye couldn’t even muster a response. Instead, he shot back, "I told you to take her to a proper Western restaurant, not fast food. Are you missing a screw or something? What were you thinking?"

"You dare insult me?" Nangong Ye frowned, suddenly sounding like an NPC triggered by a scripted line. "You’re the first man who’s ever dared to speak to me like this. You’ve successfully—"

"Successfully nothing. Shut it."

"Uh…"

Cut off mid-dialogue, Nangong Ye froze in confusion.

Liu Muye sighed and explained, "You treated her, and Shangguan Yurou is a well-mannered, polite girl. Even if she didn’t like McDonald's, she wouldn’t say anything to spare your feelings."

"Wait… really?" Nangong Ye’s eyes widened in shock. "I thought—"

"You thought wrong," Liu Muye interrupted. "Listen, if you want to try different foods, fine. But fast food is not the move when taking a girl out. Next time, take her to a proper restaurant. And bring roses—999 of them. Romance 101, got it?"

"Oh…"

Nangong Ye nodded, though it was clear he only half-understood. He then asked, "Bro Muye, you seem like an expert. You must be quite the ladies' man, huh?"

"Uh…"

The question left Liu Muye speechless.

A lifelong bachelor who’d never even kissed a girl—alive, at least—he was the epitome of failure.

Still, he blushed and boasted, "Yeah, my dad was a legendary charmer—nicknamed ‘Triple Andy Lau.’ You think his son would be any worse?"

"Impressive!" Nangong Ye gave a thumbs-up.

"Anything else?"

"Nope. Go back to sleep."

……

Liu Muye returned to his room, ready to resume his nap, but no sooner had he closed his eyes than his phone rang—Instructor Zhao was calling.

She instructed him to gather two people and head to the school’s logistics office by 1:30 PM to pick up some extra textbooks. Glancing at the time, Liu Muye groaned—it was already 1:00 PM.

No more sleep for him. He messaged Shangguan Yurou, the class vice-president, asking her to come along. He figured he’d drag Nangong Ye too—the guy was tall and strong, perfect for manual labor.

At first, Nangong Ye wasn’t thrilled about the book-carrying errand, but the moment he heard Shangguan Yurou was going, he rushed to put on his shoes.

And just like that, the esteemed Young Master Nangong was reduced to Liu Muye’s pack mule.

In the original storyline, Nangong Ye had accompanied Shangguan Yurou—then the new class president—to fetch the books. His unintentional reveal of an eight-pack during the task had left her swooning.

Liu Muye suddenly found this plot point absurd.

A young master with chronic stomach issues from endless office meetings—yet sporting an eight-pack? Ridiculous.

Shangguan Yurou brought backup too—Han Juyou.

The four of them arrived at the logistics warehouse. The girls, being meticulous, handled the book count while the boys loaded them onto a cart.

Their class was large—41 students, which was sizable for a university setting.

Soon, the cart was stacked high with books.

Pulling the cart, they headed to the classroom where their afternoon lecture would be held.

With just minutes to spare before class, students trickled in.

Liu Muye decided to let everyone grab their own books as they entered.

One girl approached him and asked, "Class President, seven books, right?"

"No, it’s eight," Liu Muye corrected, glancing at her stack. "You’re missing the Introduction book."

"Oh! Silly me, I forgot that one."

She turned back to grab the missing book, then gazed at Liu Muye with admiration. "Thank you, Class President Liu. You’re amazing."

Liu Muye smiled. "No problem."

After distributing the books, he returned to his seat beside Nangong Ye, while Han Juyou and Shangguan Yurou sat behind them.

As Liu Muye scribbled his name on his textbooks, a mocking voice drifted from behind:

"Thank you, Class President Liu. You’re amazing~"

"?"

He turned to see Han Juyou, but she deliberately looked away, refusing to meet his eyes.

What’s her problem now?

I didn’t even do anything to her today.

Scratching his head in confusion, Liu Muye wracked his brain for an explanation.

……

After class, Liu Muye invited Han Juyou to dinner, but she snapped, "How could I dare eat with the great Class President? Here’s my meal card—go by yourself."

"???"

Clutching his hair, Liu Muye couldn’t fathom why she was mad at him again.

Just then, the girl who’d forgotten a book earlier approached shyly. "Class President Liu, could I treat you to dinner?"

"Huh?"

Before he could decline, Han Juyou stood up, grabbed his arm, and said to the girl, "Sorry, Little Sun. The class president already has plans with me. Maybe next time!"

With that, she dragged Liu Muye out of the classroom.

Clueless and bewildered, Liu Muye let himself be pulled along, still trying to piece together what had just happened.

……