Shen Nian still remembered that one evening self-study session in his second year of high school, when the studious literature-loving girl sat beside him, thirsting for knowledge, presenting him with a thick notebook full of practice problems she’d gotten wrong.
This kid.
How did she only score 59 on the weekly test? Absolutely not poetic at all.
He declared that Chen Qiuyu was hereby expelled from his tutelage—don’t go around saying Shen Nian taught her.
After self-study ended, Shen Nian packed his bag and was about to call Xia Yanchun to walk home together when Lin Xiyuan beat him to it, striking up a conversation with her first.
"Xia Yanchun, there’s something I want to say to you." Lin Xiyuan fiddled with her hair, her expression unreadable.
Xia Yanchun looked surprised but nodded and followed Lin Xiyuan out of the classroom.
Shen Nian trailed behind, lost in thought.
Weren’t these two on bad terms?
A fight in the grove? Nice, nice.
The two girls stopped at the corridor outside the classroom, with Shen Nian following at a short distance, not bothering to hide, blatantly obvious.
He was supposed to walk home with Xia Yanchun anyway, so there was no reason to hide. Though he wouldn’t mind watching girls fight, if it involved Xia Yanchun, better not.
He’d never even fought Xia Yanchun himself—how could he let someone else lay a hand on her? Were moms handed out in bulk or something?
But clearly, he was overthinking it. Both girls were perfectly civil. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he saw Lin Xiyuan give a small bow.
Well, well. So it was an apology.
The two girls soon parted ways, walking toward the stairs together. As Lin Xiyuan passed Shen Nian, she lowered her head slightly and hurried down the steps.
Shen Nian scratched his head. "What did she say?"
"Lin Xiyuan apologized to me."
"About what happened at the start of the semester?"
"Yeah."
Shen Nian had seen the whole thing. Good. Everyone was happy.
Under the scattered lights outside the school, a few street vendors were set up. Shen Nian bought two grilled sausages—one for himself, and the other also for himself.
He made sure to chew obnoxiously loud right next to Xia Yanchun’s ear.
What, you thought I was gonna share?
Xia Yanchun: "..."
She’d met a real cheapskate.
Back in the neighborhood, mosquitoes flitted around the streetlights.
"You’ve been working out lately, right? Why not sign up for the sports meet?"
Shen Nian glanced at her. "Just because I exercise means I have to compete? What’s wrong with watching the underclassmen from the sidelines?"
"You watch the underclassmen too? Didn’t take you for that kind of guy, Shen Nian. Hiding it well, huh?"
"Shut up, it was a slip of the tongue. My orientation’s as straight as they come, alright? Anyway, I’m not signing up."
"I’ll secretly register you for the 5000-meter. Gonna run you to death."
"My natural talent for loving others activates. Watch out or I’ll sneak into your room at night and slap you twice while you’re asleep."
"I’ll beat you to death, I swear."
No saintly girl appeared on the couch tonight. After showering, Shen Nian sat at his desk to study.
This English study plan was packed—no way he’d finish without putting in the time. Good thing he had plenty of it.
Not drinking enough Wangzai Milk—seeing how he always completed his study plans, it started treating him less like a human, piling on more and more tasks. Where was the extra Wangzai Milk to match?
His loyalty to Teacher Wangzai was wavering.
But he just couldn’t focus. After half an hour of sitting there, Chen Dong’s words kept flashing through his mind.
"Being ambiguous with Xia Yanchun…"
Ambiguous?
Hell yeah, it was ambiguous. They were one step away from throwing hands.
Lying on his back, he scrolled through his chat history with Xia Yanchun.
Hmm. Their messages were fewer than the spam ads from Meituan’s official account. They barely exchanged a word in weeks.
When you saw each other every day, there was no need to text.
He and Xia Yanchun had known each other since childhood. His family told him to call her "big sister," so for years, he obediently did. His first QQ account was even created by her.
Hah. Looking back, they were pretty ambiguous as kids, always stuck together.
Once "big sister" became a habit, he loved following her around, calling her that. If he ever stopped, she’d pinch his cheeks in a huff. If he didn’t trail behind her, she’d grab his hand and refuse to let go.
Wasn’t that just coercion + unlawful confinement?
Thinking about it now was hilarious.
Back then, he was nowhere near as sharp as he was now—his brain slower, his courage smaller, his body weaker. And Xia Yanchun had Shen Yue, seven years older than him, who could pin him down with one hand.
If he didn’t work hard, he’d just end up a plaything for bad women again.
"The Young Emperor’s Decade of Oppression Under Two Female Tyrants."
But now, the emperor had grown. Why weren’t they laughing anymore? Didn’t feel like it?
How the tables had turned. Xia Yanchun was no match for him now, and he had plenty of ways to deal with her.
So at 11:40 PM, he sent her twenty absurd memes in a row.
Five minutes later, Xia Yanchun peeked online with a single "?"
[Shen Nian]: "You asleep?"
[Xia Yanchun]: "Just fell asleep. What the hell are these? Also, ‘I’ll bite you to death’?"
[Shen Nian]: "666, rabies acting up."
[Shen Nian]: "See how ruthless I am? I’ve got endless ways to handle you."
[Xia Yanchun]: "?"
Are you insane? Midnight madness again? Post-nut clarity hitting?
Might as well block you.
[Shen Nian]: "Glad to see you’re awake. I’m gonna sleep first."
[Shen Nian]: "Goodnight, Chun-baby. Sweet dreams—I’ll be throwing punches at you in mine."
[Xia Yanchun]: "Am I a joke to you? Blocked. Don’t thank me."
[Shen Nian]: (Red exclamation mark!) "?"
The next day.
Ever seen the sun at 4 AM?
Shen Nian hadn’t—because the sun wasn’t even up yet.
He’d slept too early last night, so by 4 AM, he was wide awake and full of energy.
If only he could turn off his drive—or control it. For once, he wanted to sleep in for ten hours.
Damn system, show yourself. If you’re not a sweet, soft little loli, I’m beating you up.
Few high school seniors woke up and immediately hit the books. Shen Nian was one of them. He snapped two photos of his English dictation and sent them to Chen Dong. By 6 AM, he finally got a reply.
Triggering the base code: [Chen Dong]: "Tryhard. You deserve to die!"
Shen Nian was satisfied. A day without seeing this message left him feeling off.
At 6:10, he knocked on Xia Yanchun’s door.
It creaked open. Xia Yanchun was still brushing her teeth, mouth full of white foam, looking half-dead.
Her loose T-shirt, wrinkled from sleep, barely covered her fair skin. Shen Nian, a head taller, could see the delicate collarbone peeking from her neckline.
And those porcelain-white thighs under her shorts—slurp.
Wait, who turned on auto-targeting?
Xia Yanchun seemed to sense it, yanking her shorts down with a glare. "What are you looking at?!"
"Ahem. Just woke up? So lazy. I’ve been up since 4. Wanna see how awesome I am?"
"Who’d believe that? Up that early to exercise?"
"Study."
"Yeah, right. Four hours of sleep? You and your tall tales."
"Think what you want." Shen Nian smirked, lifting the bag in his hand. "Here."
"......Hmm." Xia Yanchun's heart secretly bloomed with joy. What was this? So Shen Nian could actually be nice sometimes.
Sure, he often annoyed her, but he looked pretty cool when bringing her breakfast.
"Thanks."
Shen Nian squinted at her. "Why thank me? Who said this was for you? Just letting you take a look."
"......What do you gain from pissing me off? Inheriting my overdue Huabei debt?" Xia Yanchun grumbled, her words muffled. And here she thought Shen Nian wasn’t so bad—what a waste.
The toothpaste foam in her mouth nearly made her gag. Everything was Shen Nian’s fault.
Seeing Xia Yanchun fume, Shen Nian grinned in satisfaction. "Just kidding. It is for you."
Xia Yanchun spat out a mouthful of foam and wiped her face clean with a towel, finally shaking off her morning drowsiness. The sweet, fresh-faced beauty was back online.
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