Xia Yanchun fumed and quickly withdrew her voice message.
Who in their right mind saves someone else's laughter? What a total creep!
She angrily sent an "Amigos" meme, pure aggression.
But Shen Nian didn’t take the bait—instead, he video-called her.
Xia Yanchun hesitated for a moment before burrowing back under her blanket, covering her chest with the edge, and finally hitting the answer button.
Girls rarely wear bras at home when sleeping, so better safe than sorry.
Shen Nian’s face suddenly filled the tiny screen, and Xia Yanchun felt like he was trying to crawl out of the phone like Sadako. She quickly minimized the video and pinned it to the top-right corner.
"You’re insane."
"Still alive. Doing homework," Shen Nian said, panning the camera to show his desk.
"Do it then. What’s it got to do with me? Say what you need or I’m hanging up. Ugh, calling every single day."
"If you hate video calls so much, why’d you answer? Tsundere much, you—"
Beep—
She hung up in a second. Xia Yanchun couldn’t help rolling her eyes. What nonsense was he spouting? Acting like she’d answer if it weren’t him calling.
After putting on a bra, Xia Yanchun went downstairs for breakfast. Her parents were off who-knows-where again. She thought about helping with chores, but the house was oddly spotless.
The first day back home, students usually don’t lift a finger—just laze around.
Second day: minor chores.
Third day: unpaid labor.
That’s how it was at Shen Nian’s place, but not at Xia Yanchun’s. She did chores willingly, and there weren’t many to begin with.
Back in her room, she pulled out her homework and sat up straight. Might as well finish the National Day assignments first...
At 10:15 AM, she’d solved two multiple-choice questions. She cracked open the balcony window and could hear her neighbor blasting videos from next door.
By 10:40 AM, she’d absentmindedly done two more problems. The video sounds were still going, now accompanied by random thuds and clatters.
At 11:00 AM, Xia Yanchun frowned and stepped onto the balcony. "Shen Nian, what the heck are you doing?!"
Footsteps approached, and Shen Nian popped his head out from his balcony window. "Cleaning up some junk. Why?"
As usual, he was in a casual T-shirt and shorts—even more relaxed now that they were back in their hometown. His shorts barely covered his knees, revealing the defined muscles of his thighs and calves.
The two balconies were separated only by thin iron railings, which might as well not exist for Shen Nian. He’d been able to climb over since they were kids; now it was a piece of cake.
The houses had always been built like this, their families so close they even shared the same well out front.
Shen Nian figured he was just too well-behaved—climbing into Xia Yanchun’s room without ever causing trouble. Otherwise, they’d have installed security bars or even an extra wall by now.
"You’re so loud!"
"Then close your window, genius. Who leaves it open with the AC on in this heat? Planning a heist or something?"
"I’m studying!" Xia Yanchun huffed. She’d opened the window to give the AC a break—not to "plan a heist." What an accusation.
"You’ve got yours open too."
"Because I’m cleaning the AC filter, dummy," Shen Nian said, squinting. "You need something?"
"No. Just keep it down. Every time you bump into the wall, it sounds like you’re renovating over here."
"Got it, got it." Shen Nian waved her off and went back inside, soon closing both his window and curtains.
If Xia Yanchun said it was noisy, he’d keep quiet.
Xia Yanchun blinked, sighed, and shut her own window before returning to her desk—but her focus was long gone.
Around noon, Shen Nian texted her again.
She checked her phone and nearly facepalmed.
[Shen Nian]: Open the window. (Your dad’s here.jpg)
A faint rustling came from the balcony. In broad daylight, Shen Nian’s shadow was unmistakable.
He—he actually climbed over!
She always claimed to hate when he did this, but her heart raced anyway.
It felt like something out of a teen drama—the bad boy scaling the balcony to see the girl. Flustered, she slipped on her sandals and shut her bedroom door with a click, double-checking her parents weren’t home before parting the curtains. But she didn’t open the window.
"You idiot! Couldn’t you just use the front door?!"
Climbing was dangerous! They’d been reckless as kids, but how was he still this dumb?
Muffled through the glass, Shen Nian dug at his ear and shrugged. "Why waste time going up and down three flights when I can get here in three seconds? It’s not like I’ll fall."
He wasn’t stupid—he always hugged the wall side. The balcony was wide enough for extra clotheslines, potted plants, even cilantro. He could’ve done a backflip if he wanted. If he ever fell, it’d be because the universe decided to ban his account for cheating.
"It’s still dangerous!" Xia Yanchun crossed her arms, refusing to back down. Skipping the front door for the balcony? It was like some sketchy affair. The neighbors would talk.
"Fine, next time I’ll come from below. Now shh—open up."
With a whoosh, she slid the window open, and Shen Nian strolled in like he owned the place. A faint sweat scent hit her, and her face warmed inexplicably.
When was the last time he’d pulled this stunt?
Too long ago to remember.
"What’re you here for? Spill it."
No books or pens—if he claimed it was for studying, she’d call him out. Admit it, Shen Nian, you just wanted to see me!
She braced for some lofty excuse, followed by him playing with her hair and crowding her space—just like on the bus.
But she wouldn’t indulge him anymore. Yesterday was the last time.
...Okay, maybe just the hair.
"Missed you, dummy." Shen Nian grinned, blunt as ever. "Did homework this morning, finished chores, got bored. Can’t I visit?"
His schedule was packed—workouts, studying, breaks, and killing time with Xia Yanchun. Those four things ate up his day.
But he had way more energy than most. Already exercised, studied, even cleaned the AC filter...
Now it was Xia Yanchun time.
"Should I take that as harassment?" She forced a smile, suspecting a double entendre.
"Chun as in Xia Yanchun. The ‘spring’ in your name."
"Ew. So cringe..." She fake-gagged, then snapped a photo of him at her desk with her phone.
"Wait, what’re you—?" Shen Nian squinted.
"Going on Xiaohongshu."
"Cool. Don’t blur my face. And make sure you mention I’m a 6-foot-tall, ultra-handsome, sunshine high-school hunk."
Xia Yanchun is a bad woman, truly wicked.
"I'll write that you have the same god-tier muscle definition as Uma+7 to drive traffic."
Shen Nian: ?
The sky is falling.
Girl, I’m begging you, don’t do this—I’ll do anything.
Before Shen Nian could respond, the system abruptly appeared.
[Side Quest Triggered: Revisiting the Past
You’ve returned to a place filled with memories of her. Rest here and prepare for the battles ahead.
Reward: 1,000 gold, Passive Skill: Healing Hands (Minorly repairs physical injuries through touch)]
Holy—!
A passive skill!
Yanxi reminds you: Due to Tomato’s demand for over 3 million daily updates straining the servers, we now recommend switching to other major sources.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
