I hope the Rascal Lolita God does something good for once.

Zhou Zhiyi prayed silently, though he had no idea if the Rascal Lolita God could even hear him.

Truth was, except for that time he was late for school, Zhou Zhiyi had never seen the Rascal Lolita God again. Commands came from deep within his heart; no need for the god to show up.

"Anyway, I’ve got nothing to do this morning. Time to sleep."

Zhou Zhiyi rubbed his eyes, then slowly walked toward his bed. But he noticed tears streaming from the corners of Chu Xinyue’s eyes. They traced down her beautiful cheeks onto the soft pillow, leaving a damp stain.

Was she having a sad dream?

Since Chu Xinyue wasn’t talking in her sleep, Zhou Zhiyi had no way of knowing. Their relationship wasn’t close enough to guess her thoughts.

Perhaps out of shared suffering, Zhou Zhiyi stepped forward and wiped away her tears.

At the same time, he felt her scorching heat.

So hot.

This wasn’t a maiden’s gentle warmth—it was a dangerous, burning fever.

Zhou Zhiyi figured her illness wouldn’t heal in just one morning without something special.

"Huh? Zhou Zhiyi, what are you doing?!"

Just as he thought this, Mu Shiqi woke up beside him and caught his hand on Chu Xinyue’s head.

"Shh! Do you want to wake her up?"

Zhou Zhiyi quickly pulled his hand back and made a shushing gesture.

"Your ears are all red. Caught red-handed doing something naughty?"

Mu Shiqi laughed at his comical expression. Honestly, if you just looked at her face, she was quite pretty.

"Just concern as a friend," Zhou Zhiyi said calmly, but he couldn’t stop the blush on his face.

Sure enough, even with his second male lead Fate Mark, he couldn’t cure his thin-skinned nature.

"Just that?"

"Of course."

"You’re really no fun. Your face is so red, yet you’re acting all composed." Mu Shiqi sat up. "By the way, how did the 4000-meter run go?"

Why did everyone have to bring this up?

Zhou Zhiyi clenched his fingers, expressionless. "I took both first and fourth place."

"First and fourth? So Wu Feng got fourth place?"

Mu Shiqi got overly excited. She suddenly got out of bed and walked to Zhou Zhiyi, ignoring her foot injury from the fall.

Wu Feng, how many people do you have to romance before it ends...

Zhou Zhiyi thought helplessly, nodded. "Of course. Could Wu Feng have possibly won first place otherwise?"

"That’s not bad. I didn’t expect Wu Feng to actually win a medal." Mu Shiqi beamed. "I thought his earlier words were just to comfort me."

"What did he say?"

"He told me not to blame myself. Said he’d win the medal back for me."

This was truly ruthless romancing...

Zhou Zhiyi kept his thoughts hidden.

"I’m a bit sleepy. Let’s not talk anymore."

He waved, walked to his hospital bed, and lay down. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Chu Xinyue’s beautiful profile and Mu Shiqi’s heartfelt smile.

Zhou Zhiyi began piecing together everything that had happened. So far, only two candidates could be the main love interest—Qin Huan and Chu Xinyue.

Though he hated to admit it, Qin Huan seemed more likely to be the female lead than Chu Xinyue.

Just thinking about this made him restless.

He wanted to talk to someone, but the Rascal Lolita God wouldn’t give him that chance.

Wait...

A figure suddenly surfaced in Zhou Zhiyi’s memory. He pulled out his phone.