"But there's no way I'd ever do something like that, right?"

Zhou Zhiyi lay in bed, idly rolling the Fate Core between his fingers as if it might shatter any second.

Even if he *could* pull it off—which was doubtful—he’d be breaking the law.

This plan had not a trace of feasibility. That Rascal Lolita God had only handed him a dead end.

Besides, death scenes rarely appeared in romance manga or novels, did they?

"Still, overthinking won’t help. Time to sleep."

Muttering to himself like this, Zhou Zhiyi drifted into dreams…

"What do you think about Liu Muyu’s situation?"

Zhou Zhiyi yawned, turning to Wu Feng.

This question wasn’t casual—he had his reasons.

Liu Muyu’s personality left her nearly friendless in class. In manga and novels, a beauty like her often became the heroine.

All she needed was a catalyst. If Wu Feng wouldn’t take the lead, then as the deuteragonist, he’d nudge him forward.

*Of course, only if Liu Muyu was truly the heroine.*

"What about her? The sports festival thing?" Wu Feng pondered.

"What else would I mean?"

"Eh? The sports festival doesn’t concern me. I don’t care if she joins or not."

*Seriously? You’re the protagonist with that aura, and you won’t use it?*

"Don’t you think she’s like a man—"

Zhou Zhiyi almost said, *"Don’t you think she’s like a manga heroine?"* to push Wu Feng toward her.

But a primal fear surged within him. If he spoke those words… he’d drop dead on the spot.

*Was that Rascal Lolita God truly that terrifying?*

"Never mind. Forget it."

"Don’t leave me hanging! Now I’m even more curious!"

"Then stay curious."

Zhou Zhiyi shrugged casually, but cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

*I almost died…*

*I almost died over a single sentence…*

He finally understood: unless commanded by the god, he couldn’t utter anything about Fate Marks to the protagonist.

But yesterday, Che Qingshi had spoken so bluntly about it—without punishment. Why?

The mysteries piled up. Zhou Zhiyi even doubted if this was truly a romance story.

*What if it’s a horror thriller instead?*

…Nah. His brain hurt just thinking about it. He shoved the thought away.

"Class, we have a transfer student today! Let’s welcome her!"

Teacher Liu Yongxue beamed on the podium. True to romance novel tropes, she was young, beautiful, and effortlessly charming.

*A transfer student? Didn’t Liu Muyu just transfer in?*

Zhou Zhiyi’s gaze instinctively flicked to the protagonist beside him—

Wu Feng.

*That idiot was still snoring at a time like this.*

"Hello everyone. I’m Chu Xinyue." The girl on the podium delivered the standard line. "That’s all for my introduction!"

*How… brief.*

Silky black hair framed a delicate face. Her petite nose, glossy crimson lips, and especially those eyes—Zhou Zhiyi had never seen eyes so captivating, and doubted he ever would again. Her beauty alone was spellbinding, let alone the ultra-short skirt she wore.

*In China? I’ve barely seen anyone wear skirts that short. Yet here she is.*

*…Doesn’t she fear the teacher’s scolding?*

If Chu Xinyue had one flaw, it was this single, glaring imperfection—

Her chest was utterly flat.

Zhou Zhiyi had never seen a girl so flat-chested. He almost wondered if she was cross-dressing. *But… no guy would be this cute. And her name doesn’t sound masculine.*

Suddenly, Chu Xinyue’s eyes locked onto him. She strode straight toward Zhou Zhiyi.

*No way. Does she know me?*

He scrambled through his memories—nothing. And the truth confirmed it.

"Wu Feng," Chu Xinyue announced, stopping before him. "Your girlfriend’s here. Aren’t you going to greet me?"