Is this the first person the system wants me to save? I wonder what kind of girl she is. Better go check it out.

Chuyun walked toward the spot the system indicated. Ahead stood a petite girl with twintails, dressed in a pink lace-trimmed dress. She stood blankly, glancing around nervously. Her pale hands gripped her skirt hem tightly.

Is this her? She’s so tiny. Probably a freshman, Chuyun thought, eyeing the cute, delicate girl ahead.

"Sobbing... Why is the school so huge? I can’t find my way back to class," Han Youwei murmured desperately, surrounded by empty corridors.

She’d pumped herself up all yesterday at home. Yet on her very first day, she’d gotten lost from nerves. How stupid am I? Han Youwei hung her head dejectedly. She didn’t dare ask anyone for directions—what if they laughed at her like before?

The more she thought, the more her heart ached. Her bright eyes grew misty. If everyone found out she got lost on day one, they’d treat her like those others again.

"Hello, underclassman?"

"Ah!"

Just as Han Youwei pondered how to get back, a male voice startled her from behind. She froze, stiff with panic.

Chuyun sighed inwardly. Seriously? A simple greeting made her scream loud enough to deafen me.

Is this the girl the system wants me to save? She’s so timid. Kind of adorably clueless. Lost, probably. Better ask.

Chuyun stepped forward and softened his tone. "You’ve been standing here a while. Anything wrong? Need help, senior?"

Wait—wasn’t he the guy from the podium earlier? Han Youwei’s crescent-shaped eyes widened in surprise. Is he offering to help?

His voice was so gentle, unlike those who’d mocked her clumsiness. No one had ever spoken to her like this.

But why was he staring? Flustered, Han Youwei looked away, her cherry lips parting shyly. "Um..."

So cute...

So cute...

I’m melting...

From behind, she’d seemed cute. But face-to-face? Chuyun hadn’t expected this level of adorable. Was she the cutest girl he’d ever seen?

Her twintails were tied with charming ribbons. A doll-like face framed delicate crescent eyes, a petite nose, and pink, pouty lips. Shyness flushed her cheeks crimson. That timid expression on such a sweet face made Chuyun’s heart race. How could anyone hurt someone this precious? Future me must be a monster.

Han Youwei felt her face burning under his gaze. Why won’t he stop looking? Should she ask him to stop? What if he gets mad?

Her blush deepened, spreading to her ears. Chuyun snapped out of it. Staring was rude.

Awkward, he shifted focus. Better handle the system’s quest first. She’s probably too shy to ask for help. Let her say it herself.

"Underclassman," he asked gently, "are you stuck on something? We should head to class soon."

"I... I can’t find my classroom," Han Youwei whispered, head bowed, face glowing red.

Seeing her trembling, helpless fear, Chuyun understood. Even an outgoing person would feel embarrassed getting lost on day one. For someone this shy? It must be awful.

He needed to reassure her. Getting lost was normal. An idea struck him.

"Are you a freshman?" he asked warmly.

"Um..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but he caught it.

"Freshmen get lost all the time. This school’s massive. Nerves make it hard to remember. Don’t be shy—there’s even a famous directionally challenged student here. She gets lost daily."

"Eh? Really? I thought I was just dumb."

So I’m not the only one? Han Youwei felt a flicker of confidence return.

*Ding! Han Youwei’s favorability +10.*

*Current favorability toward Chuyun: 10.*

That fast? Chuyun was surprised—and now he knew her name. Han Youwei. Pretty.

Why did she keep putting herself down? She needed confidence.

"You’re not dumb at all," he said warmly. "Getting into this school proves you’re smart. Many can’t even make it."

"R-Really?"

"And you’re so cute. Be confident, underclassman."

Cute? Han Youwei’s heart fluttered like a startled deer. No one had ever called her that—especially not a gentle senior.

"C-Can I really be...?" She fidgeted, unsure. Am I really cute right now?