"Then I'll leave it to you~"
Bai Ziyi got Yun Mingxin’s QQ number and didn’t linger a second longer. She decided to retreat immediately.
Seducing a man needed speed, but rushing was unwise.
She’d already dropped enough bombs today. Any more, and he’d overflow.
Bai Ziyi flashed a sweet smile, puffing her cheeks slightly. It softened her slender face, rounding it just a hint.
She knew this look was her most perfect.
Her voice turned soft and melodic, laced with genuine delight: "Today’s been unbelievably lucky. Thanks so much, my cute—oppa."
Her joy infected Yun Mingxin, sparking an involuntary warmth in his chest.
Raindrops sprinkled lightly. Her skirt fluttered.
A handsome boy and a beautiful girl—framed like a vivid painting.
Bai Ziyi raised a pale hand in a gentle wave. Before Yun Mingxin could speak, she vanished like a breeze.
One minute after she left, Yun Mingxin snapped out of his daze.
Raindrops slapped his face, jolting him awake. His expression turned ashen.
"Holy crap! I’m late! Dead meat! Gonna get yelled at, lose points—damn it, pretty girls ruin lives!"
A cold bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Ignoring his damp clothes, he bolted off like lightning.
*If I ran this fast during PE tests,* he thought, *I’d ace them for sure.*
Nearby, Bai Ziyi peeked from an alleyway, hand clamped over her giggling mouth.
She slowly opened her phone, accepted Yun Mingxin’s friend request, and typed:
*My name’s Bai Ziyi. Looking forward to your guidance.*
Her fingers hesitated, adding more words in the input bar.
With unprecedented tenderness, her pale index finger tapped:
*For the rest of our lives, I’m counting on you.*
She sent it—then recalled it within three seconds.
She’d confessed. Whether he saw it? Not her problem anymore.
For now, she was content. She must be his first.
*That twin-tails brat?* she sneered inwardly. *Even with two extra guts, she’d never dare confess first.*
*Wasted that adult-like figure. Everywhere else? Total trash.*
In her past life, the girl never gave up—even after Bai Ziyi married Yun Mingxin, she kept showing up at their home.
*For fox spirits plotting NTR? Crush them with full force.*
A saying floated in otaku circles: *A childhood friend who isn’t a loser isn’t a true childhood friend.*
By moving early this time, she’d carve a deeper mark in Yun Mingxin’s heart. Banishing Zhan Mengxi later would be effortless.
*What a stinky woman. Just a minotaur.*
*This pure love warrior? One slash per minotaur.*
The thought of a world with only the two of them made Bai Ziyi’s heart flutter.
No matter the method—they were destined to be locked together for life.
No one knew how his presence had once watered her parched soul like life-giving dew.
Bai Ziyi pressed her phone to her chest, cheeks flushed. Eyes closed, she whispered: "I love you so much. Truly, truly… my Mingxin."
…
At Skysea University, Yun Mingxin rushed into a classroom, disheveled.
Spotting the familiar teacher, his stomach dropped.
*Definitely marked late. What a waste of effort sprinting here.*
*Women. The root of all evil.*
He sighed, locked eyes on the teacher, and slipped into an empty seat the moment the man turned to write on the board.
Just as he pulled out his textbook, a familiar voice hissed behind him.
"Dog, you finally showed up. Broke up recently? Too empty to sleep?"
Yun Renkun grinned from the back row—the speaker.
Yun Mingxin shot him a glare, refusing to engage.
But Yun Renkun barreled on:
"Heard our school’s hiring new professors. Some top-tier ones too."
"Most famous is a young female teacher from Nihon. Supposedly brilliant. No clue what she looks like though."
"Rumor says some male teachers saw her once and couldn’t eat or sleep. Kept messing up classes."
"Students are complaining nonstop."
Yun Mingxin couldn’t care less. How would he ever cross paths with a professor?
Even if she was female—was he the protagonist of some absurd romance novel?
Yun Renkun’s chatter dried up. Seeing Yun Mingxin unmoved, he slumped.
"You’re like a rock. How can you not be interested?"
"Second Dog," Yun Mingxin shot back, "even if I wanted love—which I don’t—think: why would a top young professor pick *you*?"
*Dream too much, and you’ll believe it.*
*No way I’m falling for that.*
"Fine, fine. You’re right." Yun Renkun sank into his seat, dreams shattered.
Yun Mingxin offered no comfort. Their "monk-major" had barely any girls anyway.
Even with a girlfriend, this guy still drooled over every skirt.
Ignoring the lecture, Yun Mingxin pulled out his phone.
Bai Ziyi’s message popped up instantly.
Through her words and that cute emoji, he could almost see her face.
*Adorable. Wanna—*
*Whoa. Get it together, Yun Mingxin. You’re not some protagonist.*
*No women in heart, sword skills sharp from the start.*
*(Except 2D wives. They don’t count.)*
He shook his head hard, clearing the thoughts. Calmly, he replied, asking her to send her account details that night.
Next, he opened the university’s course website.
Electives boosted graduation scores. Six categories were mandatory.
Three max per semester.
Yun Mingxin checked his progress—he needed one language course.
Scanning the list, Japanese caught his eye.
He clicked it without thinking, then closed the tab.
Behind him, Yun Renkun just opened the same site.
The page crashed instantly.
"Damn it!"
He refreshed frantically. When it finally loaded, he groaned.
The Japanese elective—only 60 slots—was full.
Its instructor? The newly hired star teacher.
"Ms. Kujō…" Yun Renkun felt the world’s malice.
"Who *are* those chosen ones who snagged her class while the site nearly imploded?"
His grumbling dripped with envy.
Somewhere, an unnamed chosen one—who’d just pulled a double SSR in a ten-roll—sneezed.
Time passed. Outside noise grew louder.
Yun Mingxin put his phone away.
He gazed at the gloomy sky, his thoughts beginning to drift.
