Outside, rain began to patter softly—drop by drop tapping against the windowpane.

May ate her jiaozi in silence, absolutely despising Chen Yaoyi. He’d randomly approached her, sniffed her hair, shoved his knee beneath hers… and just now, even touched her face. How utterly disgusting!

Before today, she never would’ve believed such a repulsive person existed.

She’d dressed impeccably—fashion magazines claimed even the shyest guy would be captivated. She’d checked her horoscope too; as a Pisces, she ranked #1. Her hair was perfectly styled after this morning’s salon appointment. Her manicure? Deliberately understated. Her bag held every essential—even three charging cables.

She was ready.

But Zhao Xiaoluo never showed.

*“I’m sorry, something came up. Let’s reschedule. I’m really, really sorry! I’ll explain later—but today, I’m truly sorry!”*

That was his reply.

Everyone knew what being stood up by someone you liked meant—especially with zero explanation. If he’d just given a real reason, May wouldn’t feel this hurt. But he didn’t. Didn’t that scream he didn’t care?

Rain still fell. No reply to her messages. *Please come with an umbrella…* If not, she’d have to shamefully call a friend.

Worse? She was stuck sitting with the most hated blond guy in the world.

And that blond guy was staring intently at a nearby table.

Zhao Xiaoluo sat outside, back-to-back with May—but Chen Yaoyi wasn’t looking at her. His gaze locked on the black-haired, bespectacled girl: oval glasses, heavy dark circles, utterly plain. No comparison to May. Yet that very plainness made Zhao Xiaoluo speak to her so naturally.

Per intel: Zhao Xiaoluo was insecure. His family ran a clinic; he dreamed of being a doctor but was too introverted to face patients. A background student with three friends, a sweet tooth, literature club member. The girl across from him? One of only two female contacts besides May.

Let’s call her the “plain girl.” Same club, equally shy and introverted, shared interests—they’d grown close over time. One of Zhao Xiaoluo’s few friends.

He *did* like May. But witnessing an incident involving one of his only two female friends… how could he ignore it?

Here’s what happened: At 1:30 PM, he left for the plaza. En route, he met the plain girl and her father—then her father collapsed. With medical training, Zhao Xiaoluo rushed to help, got him to the hospital. Heatstroke. Leaving her alone felt wrong, so he thoughtfully stayed. Hours passed. He’d texted May mid-way, but his phone died. Later, after the father woke, Zhao Xiaoluo and the girl stepped out for food and medicine—hence their presence here.

Chen Yaoyi never saw *this* coming.

But he disagreed with Zhao Xiaoluo’s choice. *Laughable.* Doesn’t he know why girlfriends get stolen? This is the catalyst!

Chen Yaoyi—past life “collector” of seven women—spotted the flaw instantly. Zhao Xiaoluo was *too* gentle. A classic male lead sickness.

If this were a hentai manga like last world? May’d be in a hotel room “taken care of” by him, video recorded.

But no. Pure love world. He was just a plot-advancing blond extra. No touching women. Ever.

He’d been defeated in his original world by the Feng Aotian-style female lead: ruthless grip, crippling blow, sweeping rampage, ending with a sharp *“shi ne!”* (die!). Gone.

Unfair! *He* was the one pushed down!

“Professional Extra Co., Ltd.” took him in. Trained him as the perfect blond antagonist. Graduated top of class. Hired by an unknown entity. Now? A certified plot catalyst.

He’d planned to give Zhao Xiaoluo a hero moment. Day one already derailed.

“Still staring? You’ve got nerve… creep,” May muttered without looking up. She felt his gaze—and seethed.

(Unaware he watched Zhao Xiaoluo, not her.)

“Ahaha…” Chen Yaoyi forced a laugh.

*So tempted to grab her mouth and yell: “I’m messy FOR YOU!”… but no.*

“What will you do to me next?”

“Hm?”

“You touched me already. You’ll force me into something shameful next, right? Hear this: I’ll resist. Bite my tongue off. Kill you. I’ll *never* submit!” May glared fiercely, teeth gritted.

…Uh. Terrifying. So May wasn’t some brainless hentai heroine after all.

“I won’t do anything, really,” Chen Yaoyi said—then froze. Male lead Zhao Xiaoluo was slowly approaching. “Scratch that. Take it back. Guess I’ll just… do it again—”

“Wha—?” Before May finished, the soggy, juice-stained floral shirt smothered her head. Vision blocked. As she struggled—

Zhao Xiaoluo’s voice whispered right by her ear:

“Um… C-could you… please stop staring… at my classmate?”