The moment school started today, a wild rumor spread across campus: Su Liu had actually brought Hu Ming breakfast!

At first, few believed it. But as more people confirmed the story, everyone had to accept it was true.

Hu Ming used to chase Su Liu relentlessly—how had the tables turned so suddenly?

“The world’s changed. When would *this* ever happen? Like some sci-fi plot twist!”

“Don’t overthink it. You haven’t heard? Han Huming’s been trending lately. Scored three slam dunks against his own class team in PE!”

“*Against his own team?* Holy crap—spill the details!”

Students always craved gossip, especially about someone famous.

And the rumor’s originator? She truly was waiting to give Hu Ming breakfast.

Su Liu lived up to her title as campus beauty queen. Tall and flawless, her long legs looked even more alluring in black stockings…

Her short skirt and stockings gleamed faintly under the lights. Posed seductively before a full-length mirror, a faint smile played at the corner of her lips hidden beneath her hair. Her eyes flickered between flirtation and shyness.

Every boy passing by stole glances.

Today, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Noticing their stares, Su Liu grew even more pleased with herself. Her careful outfit hadn’t been wasted—Hu Ming had *adored* this look on her.

If she acted sweet while handing him breakfast, he’d be utterly smitten!

Lately, Hu Ming had kept his word: he never added her back. Though other suitors lingered, none felt like him.

Hearing about his basketball stardom only strengthened her resolve. *He must’ve been hiding his true self before!*

If she humbled herself now, then invited him out this weekend… he’d surely take her back.

Su Liu leaned against the hallway wall, patiently waiting.

Meanwhile, Hu Ming walked toward school with Ye Qiuxue.

She’d already assigned his math problems for lunch and warned him not to slack off over the weekend—even if she couldn’t give him new ones on Monday. “Foundations are built in freshman year,” she’d insisted.

Sometimes Hu Ming felt Ye Qiuxue acted more like his nagging mother hen than a classmate. She noticed every tiny detail and never let him cut corners.

*So responsible.*

“Han Huming,” Ye Qiuxue glanced at him, matching his pace. “How are things with your family lately?”

“Not great. Why?” Hu Ming frowned. Why ask this out of nowhere?

“I… don’t you find it surreal? Suddenly not being your parents’ child?”

“I accepted that fact on day one. Some things can’t be forced.” Hu Ming waved it off, seemingly indifferent.

To Ye Qiuxue, it looked like buried pain. She stared at him, lost in thought.

They walked silently until nearing the school gates. Ye Qiuxue stopped abruptly.

Hu Ming turned, worry flickering across his face. “President, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange all morning.”

“Do… do you hate your birth parents?”

Hu Ming’s expression hardened instantly.

Ye Qiuxue never spoke like this. Something must’ve happened last night.

He met her gaze steadily. “President, I don’t know what you’re going through. But you’ve met my so-called parents. The moment that woman pushed me away, we were done.” He watched her shoulders relax. “Family isn’t coldness. *Humanity* is.”

Silence stretched between them, ignoring curious stares from passersby.

Ye Qiuxue took a deep breath, a rare bitter smile touching her lips. “You’re lecturing *me* now… Guess I overthought it.”

“But President—if I ever get kicked out of the Khan Family… would you take me in?”

“What nonsense! I’m a girl! How could I possibly—” She huffed, exasperated. Just when he seemed serious, he’d pull this.

She shook her head, stepping toward the gates—then caught Hu Ming’s expression.

He looked relaxed, yet utterly sincere.

*Seriously? What’s wrong with this guy’s brain?*

Ye Qiuxue couldn’t fathom it. He lived with the Khans, Han Yunxi treated him well—why imagine being cast out?

Still, she sighed. “Fine, *fine*. I’ll take you in. Stop being so pessimistic, okay?”

“Haha! Knew President’s the best!” Hu Ming grinned, relief brightening his face.

They turned the corner to part ways—only to freeze.

Standing there was someone neither wanted to see.

Hu Ming found her troublesome. Ye Qiuxue found her *annoying*.

Both glared.

The girl had clearly overheard them. Lips pressed tight, she stepped forward nervously.

“Hu Ming… good morning. I brought you breakfast.”

A stunning campus beauty personally delivering breakfast? Most guys would brag for weeks.

But to Hu Ming, Su Liu’s appearance was pure trouble.

After her “admirers” nearly got him killed last time? No thanks.

*Unless I’ve lost my mind.*

Beside him, Ye Qiuxue’s icy composure shattered.

Why did her emotions always spiral around him?

She turned to Hu Ming, smile sharp as broken glass. “Han Huming… Su Liu brought you breakfast? Quite the ladies’ man.”

Cold sweat trickled down Hu Ming’s spine.

Her smile felt like a knife pressed between his shoulder blades.

He forced a groveling tone. “President, I swear I had no idea about this—”

Su Liu bristled at his submission. Suddenly, Ye Qiuxue’s intimidating aura didn’t scare her.

“Ye Qiuxue,” she snapped, “is bringing breakfast to a classmate *illegal*?”

“Oh?” Ye Qiuxue arched a brow, arms crossed. “Then let’s see if *Han Huming* accepts it.”

Hu Ming’s sweat turned icy.

*Accept it?*

*Do I look suicidal?*