In short, Chang’an and Xiaoxian’s arrival had indeed drawn quite a bit of attention.

Little Qianqian was probably still attentively listening to her lecture in class—missing the chance to see Brother Chang’an at the sports field.

Not wanting to disturb anyone, Chang’an quickly took Xiaoxian’s hand and left. Yet for hours afterward, girls returning to classrooms couldn’t help but chatter about the boy who’d entered the school.

And he was handsome.

And he was with the chairwoman!

They seemed awfully close.

Everyone admired the chairwoman deeply—petite yet commanding, more intimidating than the principal, yet strangely inspiring.

What *was* his relationship with her?

Could he be her boyfriend…? That’d be huge news.

Naturally, as it concerned the chairwoman, Gu Qianqian—sitting quietly in class—inevitably overheard.

Beloved for her warmth, stunning looks, and effortless charm, who in class didn’t adore her?

Class flower? Undoubtedly. Some even voted her school flower alongside another girl. But… in an all-girls school? Was that title even necessary?

The girls buzzed with gossip, surrounding Gu Qianqian like stars circling the moon. Yet her gaze unconsciously darkened.

What’s going on…

Even Xiaoxian…

What’s wrong with everyone? Only five years… had feelings for Brother already faded?

First Sister Shi Xia—this morning’s news left a bitter ache. Now Xiaoxian…

Why… one after another, leaving only her behind?

Didn’t that make her look like a fool?

But she couldn’t… Forget Brother? Fall for someone else?

Absolutely impossible…!

Silently clenching her fists, Gu Qianqian bit her lip hard—a faint mark bloomed, her lips flushed crimson as if bleeding.

A concerned classmate noticed. “Qianqian… what’s wrong?”

“…Nothing. Just feeling unwell.”

“Ah—*that* time of the month?”

“Go to the infirmary! We’ll tell the teacher.”

“…Thank you.”

Truthfully, after hearing *that*, Qianqian had no energy for class.

She stood, hugged her arms, and walked alone toward the infirmary.

At that moment, a young man passed beneath the classroom building.

One heading east. One west.

A near-miss straight out of a Makoto Shinkai film.

“This school’s so big,” Chang’an murmured with a smile.

Xiaoxian was no longer beside him.

She’d rushed back to the company for an urgent matter, leaving only: “That damn guy…”

Ye Chang’an hadn’t even asked *which* guy. Xiaoxian stormed off, telling Chang’an to wait at the gate around noon—she’d treat him to a feast.

Being treated by a girl… oddly role-reversed.

Now Chang’an had over an hour to wander freely, breathing air filled only with sweet, soft, lovely girls.

An all-girls school—truly a boy’s dream.

To be the sole male student? A fantasy for many.

Even Ye Chang’an had daydreamed of it once.

He shook his head with a wry smile, pushed the thought away, and walked on.

He didn’t notice—and couldn’t have—the girl upstairs: nose stinging, tears welling, stumbling away.

A “near-miss” wasn’t just left and right… but up and down.

A breeze stirred. Their traces had long vanished.

As if nothing happened.

Yet as if everything once had…