Su Cheng gazed at the club president's expression—serious yet tender—and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. He gained a deeper understanding of just how extraordinary a place this "old friend" held in her heart.
Lost in thought, he grew increasingly curious about this mysterious figure. Just who was this so-called old friend?
The president had never mentioned them, yet they were clearly never far from her mind.
From what he knew, only one person fit the definition of "old friend."
He’d once heard from a senior that the president had no close relationships—except for one that traced back to her childhood: Gu Ruoxue.
But due to ideological differences, the two had eventually parted ways.
Yet as the saying goes, the deeper the love, the sharper the hatred.
Gu Ruoxue perfectly matched the description.
Su Cheng subtly observed the president’s expression, relieved to find her demeanor as composed as ever, with no visible signs of distress.
He wondered if there was something he could do—perhaps help them reconcile?
The tenderness and nostalgia the president had just shown were proof enough that she still cherished her former friend.
The president had done so much for him, and he’d never been able to repay her.
Maybe this was his chance.
Su Cheng clenched his fists, wrestling with his thoughts for a moment before opening his eyes with newfound resolve.
He was determined to help the president fulfill this wish. After all, he too wanted to see her happy.
Just as Su Cheng lifted his head, Ji Qingyi caught the fleeting look in his eyes.
She immediately added, "I was overthinking things. We’re on a date—I shouldn’t let my mind wander."
"Ah, right." Su Cheng snapped back to the present, quickly refocusing on the date.
"What were you just thinking about?" Ji Qingyi studied his face, as if fascinated by the shifting emotions she found there.
Su Cheng hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing."
Ji Qingyi narrowed her eyes, testing him. "I thought you might be upset that I mentioned someone else."
"Not at all!" Su Cheng waved his hands dismissively. "Everyone has a past—myself included. I’m not the petty type, and besides, you’ve done so much for me..."
"Enough." Seeing no hint of deception, Ji Qingyi cut him off. "Today, let’s keep our conversation light—just sweet nothings."
With that, she gracefully lifted her slender, porcelain-white hand.
Su Cheng paused before placing his palm against hers, their fingers slowly intertwining as he gave a gentle squeeze.
The president’s hand was soft, exuding a faint, delicate fragrance, her skin smooth as silk. He lowered his gaze to their joined hands, suddenly overcome by an inexplicable flutter in his chest.
In that moment, it was as if they were the most intimate couple in the world.
His breath hitched.
This feeling… was utterly intoxicating.
Earlier, in their rush, he hadn’t had time to savor it. Now, with his mind at ease, the sensation was nothing short of magical.
He unconsciously licked his lips, only to find them parched. That’s right—he’d meant to buy an iced cola but forgotten.
Ji Qingyi had been watching his reactions from the corner of her eye. Noticing his discomfort, she picked up her bottle of white tea and offered it to him. "Here, wet your throat first."
"No need, I’m not thirsty. You should drink it, President."
Su Cheng hastily declined, waving his hands.
If he drank it, what would she have?
He couldn’t let her go without during their date.
But Ji Qingyi seemed to see through his stubbornness. She released his hand, unscrewed the cap, and took a small sip after removing her mask. Even the simple act of drinking was executed with an elegance that left him in awe.
"Now you can have some," she said, handing the bottle to Su Cheng.
Staring at the drink now carrying her essence, he froze for half a second before accepting.
He took a few gulps, his throat instantly soothed, then set the empty bottle down, about to speak.
But then he remembered—hadn’t the president said they should stick to sweet nothings?
So he launched into a cheesy pickup line: "This drink is amazing—practically a national treasure!"
"That exaggerated?" Ji Qingyi eyed him skeptically.
"After you drank from it, every drop turned into a vintage reserve!" Su Cheng grinned, blinking playfully.
"Such nonsense."
Ji Qingyi had been dabbing her lips with a tissue. At his words, she paused mid-motion before shaking her head with a resigned smile and handing him the crumpled paper, expecting him to toss it.
Instead, Su Cheng wiped his own lips with it and absentmindedly tucked it into his pocket.
Ji Qingyi said nothing, simply putting her mask back on and extending her hand once more.
Su Cheng understood immediately, clasping it tightly as they resumed their stroll.
However, as noon approached, the sun grew harsher, its rays scorching.
The silver lining was that the crowds had thinned—though the downside was Su Cheng’s body struggling to cope. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his cheeks flushing pink.
Noticing this, Ji Qingyi stopped in front of a shop with shaded seating. They settled down to rest.
The moment Su Cheng sat, Ji Qingyi pulled a handkerchief from her bag and gently dabbed his forehead, her voice soft with concern. "Tired?"
The intimate gesture sent his heart racing, his breath catching.
But he didn’t indulge in it, politely declining instead. "President, I can manage."
"Isn’t it only natural for me to take care of you?" Her tone was even, betraying no emotion.
Su Cheng’s pulse pounded. He swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "Thank you, President. I’m just not used to it yet..."
"Then get used to it slowly." With that, Ji Qingyi retrieved a folding fan from her bag, snapping it open with a crisp flick. "I didn’t expect it to come in handy so soon."
She fanned him gently, cooling the air. "Better?"
Overwhelmed, Su Cheng pointed to a dessert shop nearby. "Uh—that place has AC! Let’s go there instead."
Thwack!
Ji Qingyi shut the fan and lightly bonked him on the head, the sound crisp but harmless.
"Ow!" Su Cheng rubbed his forehead, wide-eyed. "President?"
Her voice held a mix of reproach and fondness. "Must you be so impulsive?"
"What did I even do?"
Su Cheng blinked, utterly bewildered.
Ji Qingyi tapped her fan lightly against her palm and admonished with grave concern, "The drastic temperature difference between indoors and outdoors can cause sudden blood pressure fluctuations, straining your blood vessels. Are you trying to have a heart attack in the middle of your date?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
