"Qingshui, come sit in this row."
"Let’s try to have our classmates sit together."
The familiar voice snapped Lin Yu out of his thoughts.
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui looked toward the seventh row.
Class monitor Shi Yanhai, accompanied by Gou Feng, Zhao Bin, and Gao Yumin, was searching for seats there.
Earlier that morning, the group chat for the film screening had suddenly added over a dozen more people.
Since there were plenty of seats available, the Film Academy had been allocated an additional batch of tickets.
Shi Yanhai, in his "repentant state," had prioritized mending ties with his brothers over the feelings of other classmates.
He had given all three of his extra tickets to his three closest friends.
Under the resentful gazes of the "Four Heavenly Kings," Lin Yu smiled politely and raised his hand in greeting.
Because the moment they appeared, the delightful chime of the system notification followed.
[Ding!]
[Time-limited mission issued: Crisis strikes again! The Blazing Sea Demon Gang has risen from the ashes, joining forces with a Succubus and a Deer Maiden in an attempt to sabotage the unbreakable bond between the host and his destined partner. Repel both sides and safeguard your relationship!]
[Time limit: Two hours.]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 1 free system shop draw.]
Well, well, well.
This movie screening was turning out to be quite the spectacle.
Not only was the Blazing Sea Demon Gang present, but two new members had also joined the fray.
The [Succubus] was undoubtedly Lv Rou, who had her sights set on him.
The [Deer Maiden] could only be the girl who had shown up earlier, Wu Chuntian.
A time-limited mission on top of the task of exposing his little girlfriend—what a busy morning!
"Maybe we should sit over there. After all... she’s in that row too."
Whether it was Shi Yanhai’s suggestion or Lin Yu’s proposal, Chi Qingshui had no reason to refuse.
The "she" Lin Yu referred to was, of course, Lv Rou.
When Shi Yanhai called out Chi Qingshui’s name, Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian also turned to look.
Lv Rou’s gaze barely lingered on Chi Qingshui.
After locking eyes with Lin Yu, she flashed him a bright, delighted smile.
Normally, Chi Qingshui wouldn’t have paid much attention to Lv Rou.
But now, she couldn’t help but notice how stylish and radiant Lv Rou looked today.
Her smile carried an unmistakable hint of "something more."
Girls understood girls best.
If there wasn’t even the slightest interest or attention toward a guy,
there wouldn’t be that spark in her eyes.
Lin Yu returned the smile, silently admiring the [Succubus]’s high-level game.
Still, compared to the [Thousand-Faced Fox], she seemed a bit inexperienced.
Unfortunately, Chi Qingshui didn’t realize—
The look of affection in someone’s eyes could be entirely faked.
The more convincing the act, the more emotional and material rewards one could extract.
Moving from the ninth row to the seventh meant walking toward the aisle first.
As they made their way forward,
Lin Yu mischievously tossed the ball into Chi Qingshui’s court, pretending to be nervous as he asked:
"Big Chi, Lv Rou seems to be waving at me."
"There’s no one sitting next to her. Should I go sit there?"
"Would it make me look too eager if I just walked over?"
The first signs of Chi Qingshui’s "pain mask" appeared: "..."
What should she do?
If this were the usual "aloof classmate" Chi Qingshui, she would’ve calmly replied, "Go ahead if you want."
But could she really push her online boyfriend toward a girl with "ulterior motives"?
Looking at Lin Yu’s awkward, inexperienced demeanor, maybe...
"Lin Yu, I didn’t expect you to actually understand how girls think. Your analysis is spot-on."
"If you just plop down next to her, it’ll definitely make you seem like a shallow, impatient guy."
Lin Yu puffed his cheeks, desperately holding back a laugh.
Now was not the time to burst out laughing!
"Impatient" had even slipped out!
And his analysis was "spot-on"?
So he was an expert on girls now?
This version of Chi Qingshui was very un-Chi-Qingshui-like.
Under mental pressure, she was reacting in ways completely unlike her usual self.
Lin Yu feigned hesitation and asked:
"Then... how should I sit?"
Chi Qingshui glanced at the "Four Heavenly Kings," who were still hesitating in the seventh row, probably figuring out where to sit.
"We can walk slower. Maybe someone else will take the seat next to her soon."
"You can sit close to her... but not too close."
"And whatever you’re thinking, you shouldn’t say it in a crowded place like a movie theater, right?"
The scene was downright comical.
A girl who had "never openly dated" in real life was now teaching a guy who had "secretly dated plenty" how to properly navigate romance.
One was bold enough to teach, the other bold enough to learn.
Lin Yu was all about providing emotional support—whatever made her happy.
He gave a thumbs-up and sincerely praised:
"Big Chi, I’ll never understand how girls think. Thank goodness for you."
"Let’s slow down then. Hey, can you grab a tissue from my bag? I’ll pretend to wipe my hands or something."
Chi Qingshui’s eyes lit up. "Yeah, smart move!"
As long as it delayed Lin Yu from sitting next to Lv Rou, anything would do.
Who would have thought that someone as upright and open as her could also feel guilty about lying.
But there was no time to dwell on that now.
In any case, she couldn’t let Lv Rou lay a hand on Lin Yu.
Absolutely not!
Exiting through the ninth row, Chi Qingshui circled behind Lin Yu.
She casually unzipped Lin Yu’s backpack and began leisurely searching for tissues.
Truth be told,
Lin Yu’s bag was nearly empty—everything inside was visible at a glance.
A folded umbrella sat snug in its case, hooked onto the side pocket.
The main compartment held only two water bottles, a pack of tissues, and…
a gift box!
Was it for Lv Rou?
Lin Yu actually prepared a gift for her?
Damn this thoughtful boyfriend…
Why should she get a gift?
She hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
That gift should have been hers!
"Big Chi, take your time looking. I noticed no one’s sitting next to Lv Rou yet," Lin Yu reminded.
But this reminder wasn’t meant to ease Chi Qingshui’s mind.
He had noticed
the "Four Heavenly Kings" glancing their way, whispering among themselves.
Lin Yu held his breath, tuning into their conversation.
What reached his ears
was the delightful sound of their frustration.
Zhao Bin: "Damn, they’re not even trying to hide it now?"
Gao Yumin: "Can’t he look for his own stuff? Why does the president have to do it?"
Gou Feng: "Shut up, man. Maybe the bag’s got her personal things in it."
Shi Yanhai clenched his fists at his sides: "!!!"
He clearly saw Chi Qingshui take out two water bottles… only to put them back.
Two bottles…
Hah.
How ironic!
Even so,
the class president remained the class president, unwavering in her dignity.
How could Lin Yu compare?
That worn-out backpack had seen better days—what was even worth rummaging through?
"Guys, drop it. It’s not a big deal," one of them muttered.
"Qingshui’s always helping out with class stuff anyway."
"Helping a classmate find something is… whatever."
No sooner had those words left his mouth than—
Not far away,
Lin Yu watched as Chi Qingshui pulled out the tissues.
"Big Chi, I think some rain got on my backpack strap earlier. Could you wipe it down for me?"
Chi Qingshui didn’t hesitate. "Sure."
Stalling for time was fine by her—she was more than happy to oblige.
...
(Second update today, more to come later!)
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