Aunt Flo had finally left. Though some lingering aftereffects remained, to Feng Yijiu, none of it mattered.
That rush of vitality returning to her body made her feel like a hero reborn after eighteen years—or rather, “I’m back, Hu Hansan style… chubbier and ready!”
It was already Friday of the second week of the new semester. Li Hao and Feng Yijiu walked toward the school printing room to help Teacher Jiang collect the class’s weekend assignment packet.
“Feng Yijiu,” Li Hao finally asked the question burning in his mind now that they were alone, “about that… secret to getting along with girls you mentioned—how much for the paid version?”
After all, he, Li Hao, was a man of means now!
“What, planning to make a move on Wen Yao?” Feng Yijiu blinked. “But she’s a very close female friend of mine now, you know.”
Li Hao opened his mouth—only to find Feng Yijiu’s small hand already extended before him. “That’ll cost extra.”
Li Hao: ???
“How much?” Li Hao felt his hard-earned cash slipping away before he’d even warmed it.
“Well… how much do *you* have?” Feng Yijiu turned to face him.
Li Hao frowned. “Why ask me? Just name your price.”
“In that case…” Feng Yijiu eyed his serious expression, then his pockets—undoubtedly emptier than her own chest. “One hundred. Thank you for your business, dear~”
“And what’s included?”
“Well…” Feng Yijiu smirked. Teasing this dummy was fun, even if he couldn’t afford much. “One hundred covers theory. Theory plus practical simulation? Five hundred total. How to talk to girls, how to act on outings, details to watch for…”
As she spoke, her confidence wavered. In her past life, she hadn’t been a social butterfly either—someone thriving offline wouldn’t spend days trolling readers behind a screen.
But as the saying goes:
*The hungry wolf paws the earth, the husky’s gaze grows hazy.
Two wolves walk side by side—whoever flinches is the dog.*
At least compared to this clueless guy, she was a romance expert. And he had zero proof she was bluffing.
Feng Yijiu narrowed her eyes. If humans had tails, her metaphorical fox tail would be twitching with mischief.
Li Hao pulled out his phone and instantly transferred five hundred.
Feng Yijiu: ?!
More than the money, she was stunned he actually *had* it.
Big liar!
“Weren’t you the one who said you were broke?” Feng Yijiu felt hit by a magic critical strike.
“My mom just sent it.” Li Hao sighed, showing her the still-warm chat log.
“I’m out. Bye.” Feng Yijiu waved and refunded the money.
Li Hao: ???
“Hey, wasn’t that the deal?”
“Market conditions change in a blink. New price: five thousand.” Feng Yijiu huffed.
“You—!” Li Hao’s breath caught, trapped between anger and frustration.
“Fine. I’ll try setting you up with Wen Yao,” Feng Yijiu relented, tone softening. “Free. But success? Up to fate.”
“Wen Yao’s quiet, easygoing… yet proud. If you truly want her friendship… have something she genuinely admires.”
Li Hao pondered. That last line was crucial intel.
“And about getting along with girls…”
“Treat them like guys first.” Feng Yijiu rolled her eyes, recalling how he’d fumbled around Zhou Wen Yao. “Why do you get so tongue-tied around girls?”
Li Hao looked away, flustered.
Feng Yijiu sighed. “Or… treat them like *cute* guys?”
Li Hao froze, glancing at her. If he interacted with girls like he did with Feng Yijiu… honestly, his nerves did feel lighter.
Maybe it could work?
“Why stare?” Feng Yijiu shivered under his dumbfounded gaze.
“N-nothing.” He looked away—but flicked his eyes back the moment she turned.
“Uh… good bro,” Li Hao murmured near the printing room door.
“What?” Feng Yijiu snapped.
“Can I… treat *you* as a girl first? Just… to test the waters?” Li Hao asked cautiously.
“What for?!” Feng Yijiu’s patience frayed.
“To practice chatting.”
“Go bother Zhao Junya—your *deskmate*!” Feng Yijiu rolled her eyes. “That’s what deskmates are for! Talk more. She struggles in science—she asks *you* after class. Be proactive. Don’t tell me you forgot the material.”
“But… she didn’t ask *me*.”
Feng Yijiu nearly laughed. Girls aren’t monsters—monks don’t fear them as tigers anymore. Are you scared of being eaten?
She stopped, intending to clap his shoulders—but had to tiptoe to reach them without it looking like a couple’s playful nuzzle.
“Listen,” she said, locking eyes. “Girls won’t wait. *You* take initiative. Expect her to move first? Ridiculous.”
She smirked, recalling a shady past-life quote: “Haven’t you heard? When a girl says ‘no’… she often means ‘yes’!”
Li Hao looked bewildered, yet deeply shaken.
“Thanks,” he said quietly. “If I win Wen Yao’s heart… you *have* to be my best man, good bro.”
Feng Yijiu rolled her eyes. *If they marry, I’ll be the bridesmaid.*
“Empty promise,” she retorted stiffly.
Li Hao chuckled, slinging an arm around her neck. “Hehe—campus store later. Pick anything.”
“You… let go!” Feng Yijiu flinched, then softened seeing his shock. “I mean… you’re too tall. Makes me look like some clingy little bird. Gross.”
Li Hao flushed but shot back, “You’re just short, Feng Yijiu. Exercise more—play ball. You might still grow.”
Feng Yijiu gritted her teeth and stepped back fast.
*Damn it. I’m noting this down.*
