Night in another world. The starry sky looked unchanged, yet none of the constellations felt familiar.

Back home, Zhang Yemiao felt deeply at ease. Though she’d only been out a day, it felt like an eternity. Still, it had been a good day…

First, she saw Wang Qi shopping with a beautiful elf girl. Then she ran into Li Pingtian. Later, she saw Wang Qi fighting monsters and met a gray-haired beauty.

??

Wait, what was this? A simple trip, yet she’d met three beautiful girls. Even in another world, this was too much.

Walking the streets, Zhang Yemiao had observed this world. Beautiful girls weren’t everywhere! Why did they keep popping up?

If Wang Qi was out alone—how many had he already met? Just thinking made Zhang Yemiao uneasy. Frustrated, she punched Wang Qi’s back. Though it was barely a tickle.

Wang Qi looked at her, confused. “Wang Qi, what do you think of those girls?” Zhang Yemiao blurted out. She almost retracted it but forced herself to meet his eyes, enduring her shyness.

Wang Qi blinked. “Those girls? Which ones?”

Did she really have to explain here? Didn’t he care?

“The elf lady… the gray-haired girl… and… Li Pingtian…” Her voice faded to a whisper on Li Pingtian’s name. But Wang Qi heard clearly.

He stared at his Dorm Leader in surprise. Her ears were red with shyness. Her cute eyes flicked to him, then the floor, as if waiting.

“Dorm Leader, are you jealous?”

“Wha—”

Wang Qi had meant to tease her like usual. But her stammered “wha,” face flushed, head down, was no joke.

Holy crap—what did she mean?

Wang Qi panicked. An impossible thought hit him: his Dorm Leader liked him. He dismissed it instantly. How could she? She was the Dorm Leader!

Zhang Yemiao saw herself as mediocre—a “five” among transmigrators. But Wang Qi saw her differently. She was exceptional. Her character was flawless, her initiative surprisingly high. In the library, she’d boldly chatted up a cute girl, nearly confessing. Without transmigration, she’d have been the dorm’s first to date.

So why him? Someone ready to confess to another—how could she like him? It made no sense. Was she teasing? No. Her awkward shyness held no mockery.

Under Wang Qi’s strange gaze, Zhang Yemiao grew flustered. “So—your answer? What do you think of those girls?”

It wasn’t really about them. It was about how he saw her.

Wang Qi panicked too. If his suspicion was right, how could they coexist?

“The elf lady’s cute,” he answered quickly, “but she’s ancient. Even for elves, she’s young—but to humans, her lifespan’s too vast. I don’t trust it. She’s seen so much; she probably views us as kids.”

“And Soya, the gray-haired girl? Forget it.” He spoke fast to calm himself. “She appeared out of nowhere, babbled nonsense, gave a pill, left intel—it’s absurd. She makes me uneasy. There’s no free lunch.”

His expression turned serious. “We must stay vigilant. She has an ulterior motive.”

Zhang Yemiao recalled Soya. She was wary too, but not this extreme. That girl in black robes—was she truly that suspicious?

Anyway, she was like a parasite clinging to Brother Qi’s leg. Whatever he said, went!

Wang Qi fell silent. Zhang Yemiao’s question seemed done.

But Li Pingtian… She didn’t dislike her. She was just curious. Before transmigration, she hadn’t cared about Li Pingtian and Wang Qi. Now she wondered how close they were.

She studied Wang Qi intently.

He gaped. “Dorm Leader, you want me to evaluate Li Pingtian too? We’re roommates!”

Zhang Yemiao coughed. “Ahem—I just want to know who you prefer… me or Li Pingtian. We’re both beautiful girls now. Honestly, I think she’s cuter. But seriously?”

Seeing her sincerity, Wang Qi relaxed. “Well, looks-wise… Li Pingtian’s your height. Normally, Dorm Leader, you’re cuter.”

“Huh?” Normally she was cuter?

Zhang Yemiao frowned. Things weren’t simple.

“She’s usually expressionless,” Wang Qi explained. “Cold replies make her seem un-cute. But when she’s shy—not that she’s cuter than you—it’s the contrast. Ice-cold one moment, flustered the next… it’s heart-fluttering.”

Zhang Yemiao remembered Li Pingtian’s sudden expression shift after transmigration. That version truly made hearts race.

But Wang Qi shouldn’t have seen it… When had he?

She didn’t press. Some questions only caused pain. She nodded, understanding.

As she headed to forge for XP, Wang Qi spoke. “Dorm Leader, you haven’t answered my question.”

My question? What question?

Zhang Yemiao shot him a “What are you talking about?” look.

Wang Qi took a deep breath. He couldn’t let this slide. She’d stirred his emotions and tried to flee. In this empty house, emotional rifts were dangerous. He had to know.

Directness beats tsundere. And Zhang Yemiao wasn’t a true tsundere—despite the blonde beauty trope, she was honest at heart.

“I’ve wondered,” he said, narrowing his eyes unconsciously. His gaze was aggressive. A stranger would’ve repulsed Zhang Yemiao. But from Wang Qi, it stripped her bare. Her hidden thoughts exposed. Shame flooded her mind blank.

The room fell silent. Only their rapid breaths and pounding hearts filled the air.

Pushed to her limit, Zhang Yemiao shouted recklessly:

“Ah!!! Yes! I am jealous! I like you!”

The loud confession startled Wang Qi. He believed her completely. Now he was the one blushing, flustered, dropping his aggressive pose.

Zhang Yemiao, having spilled her heart, punched his chest with little fists. “It’s your fault for being so kind! For being the first thing I saw when I woke! For being so amazing!” She blurted embarrassing truths. “It’s your fault I think of you every single day!”

“Take responsibility, Wang Qi!”

Night. A girl loudly poured out her heart.