"You don't look like a class monitor at all right now, let alone head of the self-discipline department," Lingyuan said, shrinking back slightly.

"It's only like this with you~" Yixinxue shrugged nonchalantly.

Her words forced a bitter smile onto Lingyuan's face; they sent goosebumps rippling across his skin.

When they entered the office, someone else was hunched over a teacher's desk, doing who-knows-what.

"Uh... good morning, Yixinxue," the person stammered, looking flustered.

"Mm, hello," Yixinxue nodded slightly, then beckoned Lingyuan over. "Carry these assignments."

"Ah, okay."

As the person brushed past Lingyuan, he spotted a test paper tucked under their arm.

"Monitor, who was that?" Lingyuan asked curiously after they left, clutching the assignments.

"Oh, Class 8's math rep. Why?"

"Nothing," Lingyuan shook his head. That rep seemed furtive, like they'd done something shady.

While moving the papers, Lingyuan noticed today's afternoon math weekly test lying on the desk.

"The office is empty—perfect for some cuddling~" Yixinxue suddenly said.

"Skip it, monitor... if a teacher walks in, we're doomed!" Lingyuan shook his head frantically, hugging the assignments as he bolted for the door.

"Seriously, teasing me like that."

Though their brief stairwell moment had lifted Yixinxue's mood, human desires were hard to satisfy—especially hers. Every time their lips met, her cravings felt bottomless.

"Wait up, don't run so fast!" Yixinxue chased after him. He'd darted like he'd seen a ghost, already flashing to the stairwell.

*Not run? Only a fool wouldn't run!*

Sure, the monitor's lips were sweet, leaving a lingering pull—but it always flooded him with guilt.

"Xue'er~"

"Hm?" Yixinxue halted. Yiyingnan had been watching from the corner for a while.

"Sis, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at morning exercises?"

"I don't get that weird rule, so the homeroom teacher let me skip it for now," Yiyingnan shook her head, glancing casually at the stairwell. "Bad timing? Interrupting you two?"

"I guess so..."

"Oh~ He's so easily flustered after a quick touch. Adorable~"

Yiyingnan smiled faintly; Yixinxue shot her an icy glare.

"Did you follow my advice earlier? Be more assertive?"

"I tried..."

"Not enough—he ran. Make him obey your every command." Yiyingnan's gaze softened. "Don't want that 'little sister' stealing him?"

"Of course not!"

"Good~ Need big sister's tips?"

"All ears."

"First, hide your shyness completely. No slipping~"

"I think I held back..."

"Nope. I heard you, Xue'er—you're still too gentle~"

"Huh?"

...

"Too scary! Too scary!" Lingyuan muttered, tossing the assignments carelessly onto the podium.

The flag-raising ceremony wasn't over; he was alone in class.

Frustrated, he sat with his head in hands.

At this rate, being devoured was inevitable—and the countdown was shrinking.

The monitor acted like she hadn't seen a man in lifetimes...

Evening punishment...

Outside, it'd just be kissing... as long as I avoid her home...

Wait...

Lingyuan slowly lifted his head, staring at Yixinxue's empty seat.

Why did the monitor used to be different? Who changed her? Why me...?

He suddenly recalled something—if he wasn't mistaken...

Classmates began trickling back. Five minutes until next period.

"Bro Ling, where were you at morning exercises? Or the flag ceremony? Homeroom teacher was fuming," Lanfeng asked weakly, heavy dark circles under his eyes—clearly an all-nighter.

"Moving assignments; monitor'll explain. But Lanfeng, those circles—you grinding ranks in games without me?"

"No way," Lanfeng waved dismissively.

That only sparked Lingyuan's curiosity.

"We're bros," Lingyuan patted his shoulder. "Spill it—I'll help."

Lanfeng rolled his eyes. "After you and the monitor got together, ever fight?"

"We're not together! What nonsense?" Lingyuan snapped. If he were with Yixinxue, her intensity would drain him dry in days.

"Lucky you..." Lanfeng mumbled, head down. "Dating isn't what I imagined..."

"Aren't you the love guru? How's it different?"

"I was just a single dog teaching you guys—you actually listened?" Lingyuan's lips twitched. Some buddies had eagerly taken that "expert's" advice.

"So what happened?"

"Fought with my girlfriend last night. Begged forgiveness all night." Lanfeng yawned. "Now I get your sleepiness. All-nighters wreck you—especially during class. I nap and wake up clueless."

"Begged... all night?" Lingyuan gaped. "Seriously?"

"Hard to find love. Luckily, she forgave me at 4:30 AM." Lanfeng slumped onto his desk. "Done talking. Tired. Sleeping."

Lingyuan stared at him, speechless.

*They've... only dated two days...? Fought already? Begged all night...?*

The last time I saw something this absurd—well, there was no last time.