You're Doomed

According to the original plot, after Shangguan Yurou sprained her ankle, Nangong Ye would deliver tonics to the girls' dormitory every day. Shangguan Yurou's roommate would bring them up to her, and although the male and female leads couldn't meet in person, their feelings for each other continued to grow.

But now, the ones who sprained their ankles were Nangong Ye and Han Juyou, so this part of the plot naturally disappeared. After all, Liu Muye couldn’t exactly ask Shangguan Yurou to come to the boys' dormitory to deliver tonics to Nangong Ye, could he?

Moreover, Shangguan Yurou was still hiding her true identity and couldn’t reveal that she was a wealthy heiress. Buying expensive tonics would blow her cover.

That said, thanks to Han Juyou, Shangguan Yurou was taking care of her in the girls' dormitory, so she didn’t have to attend military training either.

As for Liu Muye? The school belonged to his family. If he didn’t want to go to military training, the instructors wouldn’t dare say a word.

To Liu Muye’s surprise, he and Nangong Ye were assigned to the same double-occupancy dorm.

In the novel’s setting, Sylia Business School had two types of dormitories.

The first was the double-occupancy dorm, reserved for students paying hundreds of thousands in tuition per year. Each suite had two separate bedrooms, a shared living room, and a bathroom—these were for the wealthy.

The second type was the standard university dormitory, a typical four-person room with bunk beds and desks, costing only 1,200 a year in accommodation fees.

If Liu Muye remembered correctly, to facilitate the male and female leads living together later in the story, he had designed the double-occupancy dorms to be co-ed.

As for the standard dorms, they were separated by gender.

At the start, Shangguan Yurou, hiding her identity, paid the standard tuition and naturally lived in a four-person dorm, sharing a room with Han Juyou.

In the original novel, Nangong Ye lived alone in the double-occupancy dorm during the early stages. But now, due to Liu Muye’s transmigration into the story, the two had become roommates.

Liu Muye, exempt from military training, slept in blissfully until noon. When he walked into the living room, he saw Nangong Ye sitting upright, holding an iPad and attending a meeting.

Liu Muye ignored him, sprawled on the sofa, ordered takeout, and started catching up on his favorite author’s latest novel.

Since this world was written as a one-to-one replica of reality, the novels here were no different from those in Liu Muye’s original world—except that he couldn’t find any of his own works.

Well, of course. If his books existed here, that would be a plot hole.

By the time Liu Muye finished the latest chapter, Nangong Ye was still in his meeting.

Liu Muye’s takeout arrived, and Nangong Ye started another meeting.

When Liu Muye was almost done eating, Nangong Ye finally closed his iPad.

Liu Muye, gnawing on a chicken leg, looked at him and said, "Oh, done with your meeting?"

"No," Nangong Ye replied tersely. "You eating next to me was distracting."

Liu Muye chewed and asked, "What, does your iPad transmit smells or something?"

"...I’m hungry!" Nangong Ye shot him an exasperated look.

"Want a bite?" Liu Muye grabbed an untouched chicken leg. "I’ll reluctantly share one with you."

"No." Nangong Ye shook his head. "I have stomach issues. My stomach absolutely cannot tolerate such cheap food. Eating low-quality meals like this would make me sick."

A classic trope of domineering CEOs—prone to stomach ailments.

Nangong Ye glanced at his eight-million-dollar Vacheron Constantin watch, encrusted with real diamonds, and added, "It’s almost time. The five-star chef from home should be delivering my meal soon."

"..." Liu Muye rolled his eyes. "Who spoiled you like this? Suit yourself."

With that, he shoved the other chicken leg into his mouth. In one bite, the meat was gone, leaving only the bone—a skill Liu Muye had honed in high school, compressing meal times to the extreme to maximize study time.

"!?"

Nangong Ye stared at the clean bone in surprise. "How do you eat so fast?"

"Even faster if I don’t talk to you."

Liu Muye picked up his takeout box and shoveled the food in with gusto.

Nangong Ye watched, almost envious, but his CEO persona prevented him from eating so crudely.

By the time Liu Muye was nearly finished, the meal prepared by Nangong Ye’s family chef arrived.

The table was set with a velvet tablecloth, red wine, steak, salad, scented candles, and neatly arranged cutlery from largest to smallest.

Nangong Ye tucked a napkin into his collar and began meticulously cutting his steak, two attendants standing behind him at the ready.

Liu Muye eyed the tiny portion on his plate and asked, "You eat like this every day?"

"Yes," Nangong Ye replied.

Liu Muye couldn’t help but comment, "With your packed schedule and eating so little, no wonder you have stomach problems."

Nangong Ye set down his knife and fork. "Since I can remember, I’ve eaten this way. Raised as the heir, my conduct was strictly regulated—meals, work, everything. From the age of fourteen, I’ve managed family affairs. Every day is filled with endless meetings and tasks."

His words gave Liu Muye pause. The domineering CEO persona was something he had written into the character.

In the novel, Nangong Ye had to eat Western cuisine, wear impeccably tailored suits, maintain CEO-like posture whether standing, sitting, or even sleeping, and be perpetually buried in work and meetings.

These were all traits Liu Muye had assigned to him.

So why was he now blaming Nangong Ye for it?

Liu Muye suddenly felt like those overbearing parents in the real world—the kind he despised—who forced their unrealistic expectations onto their children without considering what they actually wanted.

He asked Nangong Ye, "Do you… find this kind of life happy?"

"Happy?" Nangong Ye frowned. "What is happiness?"

"Huh? You don’t know what happiness is?" Liu Muye was taken aback. "It’s… something that makes you feel joy."

"Joy…"

As Liu Muye spoke, an image of Shangguan Yurou flashed through Nangong Ye’s mind.

He smiled faintly.

Liu Muye smirked knowingly. "You’ve fallen for Shangguan Yurou, haven’t you?"

Nangong Ye tensed. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. How could I possibly like a woman I’ve only met once?"

"Why are you so defensive?"

"I’m not!"

"You’re doomed. You’ve fallen in love."

"I repeat—there’s no way I’d fall for someone after just one meeting!"

...

"You're not falling for that guy you only met once yesterday, are you?" In the girls' dorm, Han Juyou eyed Shangguan Yurou, who had just absentmindedly shattered a glass, and posed the question.

"Ah! N-no… of course not." Shangguan Yurou waved her hands in flustered denial. "How could I possibly like someone I’ve only seen once?"

Han Juyou smirked. "What exactly did you two do in that hospital room yesterday?"

"Nothing at all!" Shangguan Yurou shook her head. "We just talked for a bit before you opened the door…"

Han Juyou pressed further. "What did you talk about?"

Shangguan Yurou hesitated, then said, "He told me his name was Nangong Ye, and that he was the eldest son of the Nangong family—"

"What?" Han Juyou abruptly cut her off. "What did you say his name was? Nangong Ye?"

...