"Back online already? Homework done?"

After hearing his father’s reproachful words, Zhou Zhiyi felt a slight ache in his head.

Going online to read comics was a matter of life and death for him!

Though, of course, he couldn’t tell his parents that.

Even if he did, they’d never believe a god was a blonde loli…

Zhou Zhiyi replied calmly, "Finished it at school."

"Can’t you review it?"

As expected…

A classic parental line.

"If I bomb the next exam, I won’t touch the computer for two years, okay?" Zhou Zhiyi added, seeing his father’s skeptical look. "I work hard at school—trust me."

Hard work my ass! He hadn’t studied at all.

"Hope so."

His father had nothing more to say, but was likely already planning Zhou Zhiyi’s punishment for a bad score.

Zhou Zhiyi wasn’t worried, though.

After a month of role-playing as the second male lead, he’d noticed his exam scores always hovered around 460—20 to 30 points below Wu Feng’s.

That score was probably controlled by the blonde beauty too; it was the athletic second male lead’s fixed quota. No matter what he did, it wouldn’t change.

"From these comics, this must be prep for later—when he and Wu Feng go to some girl’s house for tutoring, right?"

Zhou Zhiyi flipped through the comics tirelessly, like it was a job.

Indeed, plots where the male lead has terrible grades and gets tutored at the female lead’s or second female lead’s house were unavoidable in youth manga.

If the male lead aced exams, the female lead would come to his place instead, parents would grumble, and he’d pretend not to hear…

Wait—Qin Huan’s grades were always above 600! What if she was the actual female lead?

"No way," Zhou Zhiyi forced himself to calm down. "Childhood friends are usually losers in love in most manga. And harem stories are rarer now—if the protagonist gets the female lead, the second male lead naturally ends up with the second female lead, right?"

*Ding ding ding!*

The all-too-familiar QQ notification blared from his computer. Zhou Zhiyi quickly opened it—Qin Huan was messaging him.

Speak of the devil. What could she want this late?

He fantasized wildly, but reality fell short.

"Did you ask Wu Feng?"

"Whoa, so urgent?"

"What if sign-ups start tomorrow? He needs prep time."

Even if it’s tomorrow, he’ll agree—he’s the male lead! How could he skip the sports festival?

"Young lady, got it. Relax."

"You rascal! Don’t call me ‘young lady’!"

"Fine, fine, ‘young lady’—I’ll persuade him."

"I said DON’T CALL ME THAT! And never, ever reveal my name—or you’ll regret it!"

"Chill. I’m not an idiot."

Zhou Zhiyi closed the chat, sighed, and dialed Wu Feng’s number.

The instruction to persuade him—and spill Qin Huan’s name—flashed in his mind again.

So the blonde loli god wanted him to sell out Qin Huan?

Not his fault then…