“So? What are you standing there for? Go find her!”

“Ah! Okay! I’m on it right now!”

Zhao Xiaoluo stood frozen for a long moment. Had it not been for Chen Yaoyi’s urging, he might not have moved at all. Only after the prompt did his gaze linger hesitantly on Su Ziqing before he finally dashed out.

*I hope he finds her*—Chen Yaoyi’s thought. *But I truly hope he doesn’t*—Su Ziqing’s.

“So you both like this type?”

“Me? Or her?”

The girl on the bed simply let go of the blanket. Wearing only a black bra, she slightly puffed out her modest chest.

“Don’t you have any sense of decency?”

Chen Yaoyi didn’t look away. He stared straight at her fair skin and the faint curve, then walked over and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

“You don’t like me either, do you? Zero interest. So why should I worry?”

Su Ziqing didn’t resist his closeness. She shifted aside, freeing half the bed, and picked up the short-sleeved shirt tossed near the foot—removed earlier to keep Zhao Xiaoluo from leaving. He’d already run the moment it came off.

“Both.”

Chen Yaoyi crossed his legs, eyes locked on the infirmary door. To his right, the girl dressed swiftly and neatly.

Su Ziqing never worried about being seen. She was confident. Every man she’d met cared only for money—they’d never glance twice at her body.

People are pragmatic. Choose between five million and a beautiful woman? Everyone picks the money. With five million, you can have more than one.

Simple as that.

“That’s none of your concern. And you have no right to judge others’ preferences—”

“True. But given your inappropriate interaction between genders, you’ll do community service: clean the rooftop. Starting tomorrow. One week.”

“Fine. Please take this. Throw it away if you want.”

She handed him a business card—Su Yu, Su Ziqing’s father, a renowned businessman. Beneath it lay a bank card.

“I hope you won’t speak of this. Thank you.”

She rose slowly, stepped off the bed, gathered her long hair with both hands, gave it a slight toss, and walked away with icy calm.

“Take care.”

Chen Yaoyi accepted without hesitation, stuffing both items into his pocket. His gaze remained fixed on the infirmary door even after she left.

After a pause, he pulled out his phone and called Yaya on the internal line.

“Hello? Ah! Brother Yaoyi! What’s up?”

Her voice spiked with excitement, then quickly steadied.

“Tell me—did you forget something?”

“Huh? Forget? No way?”

“Then why did Zhao Xiaoluo cheat?”

“What?!”

Chen Yaoyi jerked the phone away. Rustling, frantic shouts, and screams erupted from the other end. She’d finally remembered.

“That noon, Zhao Xiaoluo kindly brought Su Ziqing to the infirmary. Finding no nurse, he bandaged her wound himself. But after finishing, Su Ziqing clung to him relentlessly, refusing to let him go. Then—a compromising situation. Zhao Xiaoluo was overpowered. Just then, May walked in. Heartbroken, she ran out—” Chen Yaoyi added swiftly.

Yaya realized she’d been so deep in binge-watching anime she’d forgotten her duty.

Blond-haired Chen Yaoyi was the wingman; Yaya, the support. Without an omniscient perspective, her real-time updates were essential. Past events appeared like novel text; future ones required her watchful eyes. But Yaya’s free spirit had cost her focus.

“I’m sorry, Brother Yaoyi…”

“No problem,” Chen Yaoyi said calmly. Showing weakness would hurt morale—even if this was unprecedented. “So… has Zhao Xiaoluo found May yet?”

“Ah… complicated. He *can* find her, but—it’s raining. *Atmospheric* rain. May skipped class, ran off campus. Police and family found her first. Zhao Xiaoluo arrived later.”

At this point, reconciliation seemed unlikely.

“You know where she is now, right?”

Chen Yaoyi knew inaction risked disaster. It clashed with his blond-haired persona—but he had no choice. His mission: ensure the leads’ romance concluded. Usually, one confession sufficed—affection levels were maxed. In past all-ages romance worlds, he’d teleport back to the company the moment it happened.

“I know… Brother Yaoyi, you’re not going to find May yourself, are you?”

“Of course. I’m her teacher. How can I not worry?”

“But—”

“You’re an accomplice too. Give me the info. I won’t make a move on her—promise.”

Chen Yaoyi stood slowly and stretched.

“I get it! I’ll help! But swear—you won’t lay a finger on her! I won’t accept it otherwise!”

“Fine, fine! I won’t make a move on her! Absolutely not!”

He hung up and waited for Yaya’s location pin.