"Bi Xin Xue! I like you—will you go out with me?"

Morning reading had just ended. Just as I thought life might finally settle back into rhythm, before I could even push myself up from my seat, a boy from the back row shot to the podium with a *whoosh* and shouted straight at me.

"Ooooh!"

"He confessed! He confessed!"

"Go, Brother Yong! You’re the man!"

Cheers and teasing erupted from the boys around me.

"I…"

Under my gaze, the boy on the podium—flustered but forcing calm—locked eyes with me. "I… I’m serious, Xiao Xue. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Wait, what…

My mind went blank for a second.

I remembered his name: Tan Yong. Around 170 cm, average build, slightly tanned skin, basketball lover—a classic sporty "honest guy." On day one, classmates egged him into volunteering as class life committee member. I was the one who handed him the 50-yuan "class activity fund" per student.

But fondness? From the original Bi Xin Xue or me now? Nearly zero.

He had nothing standout: average looks, unremarkable voice, no hidden talents, dressed like every other guy. And deep down, I still felt kinda male. Future aside—for now? Zero chance I’d feel "romance" for a guy.

I haven’t even cleared my debts! My life’s a mess—what do I have to give love?

I’d pictured confession scenes before. Back in the hospital two days ago, staring at my own cute face in the mirror, I braced for boys swarming me. But *this* soon?

"Xiao Xue, say yes! Say yes!"

"Say yes! Brother Yong’s brave! He’s your safest harbor!"

"Say yes!"

The boys’ cheers swelled, drawing curious stares from students passing our classroom.

*We’ll be late for class…*

Spotting the growing crowd outside, I yanked Chen Xiao Rui close after a quick panic. "Th-thank you for the confession… but sorry. I’m with Xiao Rui already."

I dropped my voice, leaned to her ear, and whispered pitifully: "Save me… sniffle…"

"Ah—right! Xiao Xue’s mine!"

Just as I hoped, my cute plea worked. Xiao Rui pulled me into her arms and steered us toward the door. "Xiao Xue’s my wife. I was here first. Sorry, classmate."

We bolted out.

*Phew…*

Faint murmurs trailed behind: *"What just happened?" "Brother Yong got rejected?!"* I breathed silent relief.

"Thank you, thank you~"

I nuzzled her chest with faux gratitude. "Knew Xiao Rui’s the best!"

"You’re popular," Xiao Rui laughed as we walked. Being girls, she didn’t mind my clinginess. "Tan Yong? Seriously? He’s always been so quiet."

"Probably egged on by the guys," I said.

*Not "probably." Definitely.*

Been a guy myself—I knew the drill. In college, the quieter the guy, the easier he gets pushed into confessing. One offhand "Xiao Xue’s cute" becomes "He’s head over heels."

"I owe you big time, Xiao Rui!" I pivoted fast before she processed it. "My lord husband—command me anytime!"

"Hmph. Tell me the secret to bigger boobs—that’s real repayment." She shot my chest a jealous glare and pinched me. "How’d you get so stacked? No wonder bees swarm you!"

I struck a wounded "green tea" pose. "Eeeek~"

"You and your ‘eeeek’ nonsense, crybaby!"

"Ahaha… My lord husband, please calm down!"

"…"

Teasing and chasing, we reached our classroom.

Per schedule: Friday mornings only. Data Structures at 8 AM, C Programming at 10. Done by noon. Afternoon through Sunday? Free.

Truth was, neither subject existed in my past life. And Bi Xin Xue? Never a studious type. Since semester start, she’d just skimmed classes—water off a duck’s back. Still didn’t know what "data structures" even meant.

To pass? Start from zero.

Aim for programmer career? Heavy grind. But just scrape a diploma? Simple: attend class, finish homework, memorize exam tips. *Exactly* my plan.

With hair this gorgeous? No way I’m coding.

And skipping class? Impossible.

Teachers rarely took roll—but our class had only two girls: Xiao Rui and me.

She was curvy with ordinary looks. I was dubbed "campus beauty." Unless the teacher was blind, missing either of us? Noticeable.

"Looks like everyone’s here. Let’s begin."

Our Data Structures prof—forties, glasses perched low—adjusted his sleeves.

Xiao Rui tugged me to a back seat, then dove into QQ. Still hung up on yesterday’s boyfriend drama.

I mirrored her: textbook on desk, phone open to QQ and Hua Li Mao app.

[New friend request]

["Poison" wants to add you. Message: Wang Lei]

Surprise. *Wang Lei*—the guy booking me for seven hours—added me first.

Hua Li Mao linked to QQ, but client privacy hid boss IDs. Only after confirmed booking would my QQ show for them to add.

"What’s wrong? You claimed you’d be every boss’s ideal girlfriend," Wang Lei messaged instantly. "Why add QQ just for details?"

I typed back: "Seven hours is a big order. Extra care is my duty."

While chatting, I checked his profile. 8-digit QQ. Annual Super VIP. QQ Farm, Music, Pet, Happy Dou Dou icons—definitely his main account.

*Perfect.*

Browser open. Tieba search: pasted his QQ.

[Tieba Event: Winners List – Dragon Nest Element Bar]

[Source for this image? HD preferred. Hits my XP hard – Scattered Dust Bar]

[Big Boo Collection – Email if wanted – Black Stockings Bar]

Search results flooded in.

His messages kept popping:

"I’m just rich. Free Friday afternoon—trying rental girlfriend for fun."

"You know Wang Qian. Her personality sucked."

"Just curious how this works."

"I’m ordinary. Treat me ordinary. Not picky."

"Any outfit or personality preferences?" I switched windows. "Describe your ideal girlfriend so I can prep."

"Act like Rem?"

"Liang Zhi Ming loves Rem. I haven’t seen it—just copy that vibe."

"Seriously, I’m easy. Not a real GF. Just… white thigh-highs, maid outfit, soft devoted moe girl."

"Nail it? I’ll tip a full Rem cosplay set."

*Promising.*

Guys who say "I don’t care" but spam messages? They care. Wang Lei was invested.

"Understood. Where meet at 2 PM?"

While replying, I searched Tieba: @ + his QQ.

[****@qq.com OP, bless you forever]

[Love this doujin set. Send it. Paid. ****@qq.com]

[Obsessed with this domme type—colder = better. OP angel. ****@qq.com]

Found his Tieba ID. Scanned followed bars.

Hmm… black stockings. Domme content. Even… foot fetish threads.

*Oh geez, bro. Your XP’s wild.*

Lied about liking white thigh-highs and moe girls?

Men’s words—devil’s tricks.

Hardest boss type.

Searched forums with his Tieba ID. Tracked manga/doujin he followed. Copied titles into a note. Opened the pink and green apps I’d downloaded. Searched each. Favorited every match.

Done.

Chest tight. Relief mixed with dread.

Yeah… this morning’s gonna be rough.