Just as Yi Ci looked about to collapse, Jiang Fuyue instinctively grabbed his shoulder to steady him. She pulled him up with a firm grip.
“You okay? Should we head to the infirmary?”
Yi Ci, feigning weakness, quickly answered, “No, no need… I can handle it. Just need a quick rest!”
Jiang Fuyue frowned and gave his shoulder a stronger tug to keep him upright.
As she held him, her soft hand rested on his shoulder. The subtle citrus scent she wore lingered in the air between them, making Yi Ci’s heartbeat quicken and his gaze darted around nervously.
From his height, he could see her smooth forehead, elegant nose, and rosy lips up close.
Though he’d only been pretending to be unsteady, he found his legs actually feeling weak under him now.
“Wait—isn’t that Sister Yue? And next to her… isn’t that Yi Ci from Class 7?”
Soon, a lot of people recognized them.
“Oh my gosh, why is our goddess holding onto Yi Ci, the school’s resident troublemaker?”
“Don’t you guys think that School Tyrant Yi looks really… delicate and clingy right now?”
“He can cling to anyone, just don’t taint my goddess! D*mn!”
“I’m furious! Let go of that girl—!”
“Even though our goddess is kind of at a disadvantage, don’t you think the goddess scholar and the unruly school tyrant make an amazing CP?”
“He’s cool and untamed, aloof and irritable—the feared ruler of the school, known to everyone as Brother Ci! She’s cold and untouchable, an unparalleled genius admired by all. One day, a little follower saw their boss with red-rimmed eyes, pinning a girl against the wall and kissing her hard, his hands gripping her slender waist—”
“Holy cr*p! I just visualized it!”
“D*mmit! School romance trope alert!”
“Wait… why does every male lead have to pin the female lead against a wall with teary eyes to kiss her? Can’t we switch it up for once?”
“Confirmed—this is the kind of double-dominance romance that makes hearts race!”
“Yeah, right! You girls have been brainwashed by romance novels. There’s no way our goddess would fall for Yi Ci!”
“Tch! If not Yi Ci, then who? At least Brother Ci has the looks, the body, and a rich family!”
“But I kinda wanna ship a double-scholar CP. What do you guys think of Jiang Fuyue and School Grass Ling?”
“Honestly, I feel a little jealous… School Grass Ling is everyone’s school hunk.”
“But Jiang Fuyue is just that amazing. If it’s her, I think I can accept it.”
“Same here!”
“He’s the top student and School Grass of No.1 High, seemingly gentle but with a deep-rooted coldness. Nothing moves him except studying and solving problems—until one day, she appeared… From then on, the top rank changed hands, and he found himself constantly pushed down. Determined to reclaim his spot, he fought back with all his might. But years later, he willingly let her keep him beneath her, murmuring dazedly: ‘Be good, don’t move…'”
“OMG! So embarrassing!”
“AHHHH—!”
“I suspect you guys are driving a toy car*, but I have no proof.” (*Internet slang for making suggestive jokes.)
“Chicken coop alert!*” (*A meme warning for shameless behavior.)
“Oh my god, they’re so compatible! Please let the double-scholar CP be real!”
“Ah! I’m dead—I just mentally wrote ten thousand romance novels about them!”
Of course, there were also the more rational ones—
“Every single word, without fail, has already been posted on the 69 Literature Forum!”
“They’ve lost it.”
“No, they’re infected.”
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue had no clue about any of this. She had finally managed to steady Yi Ci, only for the guy to start wobbling again.
Jiang Fuyue’s face turned cold. “If you fall again, I’m letting go.”
Yi Ci’s entire body stiffened, and he straightened up hesitantly. “I—I already said I’m fine…”
Jiang Fuyue withdrew her hand and stepped half a pace back.
The boy drooped his head, looking utterly lost.
And all of this was being watched, in perfect detail, by the uncle and nephew duo sitting inside a black Mercedes by the roadside.
From the moment Yi Ci started swaying to Jiang Fuyue pulling back her hand—not a single moment was missed.
