Hey!

This news hit harder than if some fresh-faced celebrity announced they’d successfully detonated a hydrogen bomb!

Unbelievable! How?! This defies science!

That guy was 100% a foot-fetish auntie! How could any blind fool confess to *that* kind of person?! Either brain-dead or seriously messed-up tastes!

"Where’d you even see this unreliable gossip?"

Mengmeng-jie shot me a look like I was an alien. "You think only *you* have a blog?"

She shoved her phone at me. It was a post on "Chahua de Cha’s Blog," updated around 5:30 PM.

—*Ugh. Confessions that skip every single step are so gross!* (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Momo replied: *Huh? Poor thing, Teacher Cha.*

Chahua de Cha replied to Momo: *Skipping the ‘getting to know each other’ step is seriously unsettling.*

Momo replied to Chahua de Cha: *So… if he didn’t skip it, would you say yes?*

Chahua de Cha replied to Momo: *N-No way!*

Seriously, blind fools *do* exist! Skipping all the steps? That guy’s not just into heavy stuff—he’s desperate. Maybe that foot-fetish auntie and that thirsty dude are actually a perfect match!

And Auntie! Stop trying to act cute! No amount of moe can save that foot-scratching image of yours!

Most other comments just trashed the guy for being gross—nothing worth noting. Except one: *Can’t wait for Teacher Cha and Teacher Fenghua to collaborate again!* Guess Chahua de Cha’s popularity rivals Fenghua’s!

Wait—since when did *I* collaborate with that auntie?!

"So? She seems way more popular than you," Mengmeng-jie teased, a sly smile playing on her lips. I shot back, refusing to lose.

"What’s this popularity? Probably just self-promotion by that foot-fetish auntie! Besides, anyone confessing to *her* must be some total loser anyway!"

"Xiaohua, that attitude isn’t cute at all."

"...I-I just won’t accept that auntie!"

First Meihua. Then Wanyan. Next Coco. Now Bairei… That person has personally destroyed one "daughter" of mine after another! As their "birth father," I can only watch helplessly as my "daughters" dive into adult content. This pain…

Tears filled my eyes.

And now, picturing my planned protagonist—based on Yao Star妍—suffering the same fate under her pen… I wanted nothing more than to pin that auntie to the ground and—

Scold her fiercely!

"Oh? Xiaohua, didn’t you know?"

"Know *what*?" I snapped, still fuming.

"Teacher Chahua de Cha isn’t some auntie. She’s a high school girl. Just like you."

"*What?*"

A current high schooler? Do girls these days all draw H-manga as a trend…? I’ve never heard of this. Has the潮流 flowed too fast for me to notice?

"You really didn’t know? She goes to your school too. Honestly, I thought you’d met already—you were just too shy to admit it."

"That’s nonsense! And how do *you* know she’s from my school, Mengmeng-jie?"

"Oh, Teacher Chahua de Cha posted photos on her blog… Wait, hold on."

Mengmeng-jie took back her phone, scrolling through the artist’s album.

W-Wait!

A sudden realization drenched me in cold sweat.

What if she’s a girl from our school?

What if she got confessed to *today*?

What if the guy skipped the "getting to know each other" step…?

*Gulp.*

I swallowed hard.

I’d just uncovered something even less scientific than a confession to "Chahua de Cha." That blind fool I mocked—the guy with messed-up brains and tastes—was *me*!

So Chahua de Cha… is Yao Star妍?

*Good grief!*

The world’s so vast, yet this circle’s so tiny!

No, no—stay calm!

Coincidences this absurd don’t happen outside novels. Our school’s huge. I can’t be the *only* one who confessed today.

It must be someone else. *Has* to be!

Yao Star妍 could never be some shut-in drawing 18+ art. She’s the elegant, well-bred young lady type!

This was all just my wild guess.

As the old saying goes: *You won’t give up until you see the Yellow River; you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin.* That’s me right now.

My fragile hope shattered completely the moment Mengmeng-jie showed me the photo. Along with it, something deep inside me crumbled too.

The face. The face. The *face*. It was Yao Star妍!

"Eh?! Xiaohua! Why’s your face turning green?!"

"My heart is beyond despair…"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Mengmeng-jie… I just need to be alone with Jingjing right now."

"And… the manga you wanted…?"

Drained of all energy, I had zero desire to read comics. Under Mengmeng-jie’s confused stare, I shuffled out of the bookstore like a zombie.

The world sure loves to mess with people…

The girl I wanted as my novel’s heroine… is the very person who butchered "my daughters"! What kind of twisted mystery is this?!

My next book’s heroine… my next book’s heroine…

This hollow ache—too numb to even cry—is exactly how I feel.

One second she’s my ideal protagonist; the next, my sworn enemy. No one could handle that whiplash.

Wait…

Maybe it’s not *all* bad.

Heroine… sworn enemy…

If I think creatively, I could finish my next novel *and* settle this grudge. Simple: if Yao Star妍 stays the protagonist, she’ll be drawing her *own* H-comics. Isn’t forcing the villain to swallow her own poison the ultimate punishment?!

Years of pent-up frustration finally found an outlet.

Revenge *and* a new masterpiece—two birds with one stone!

Now I had a clear goal.

"Yao Star妍! Your maiden heart… I’ll claim it!"