Liu Yiyi came from an ordinary family—nowhere near Xia Tianle’s league, let alone Lu Zixuan’s. Yet surrounded by prim, well-bred young ladies, Xia Tianle found this strikingly different beauty utterly intriguing.

He began approaching her, chasing a flicker of excitement he’d never felt for any other girl. So much so that he mailed an admission letter from his own school straight to Liu Yiyi’s home—plus a full scholarship and a private dorm room on campus.

Clueless about his motives, Liu Yiyi simply believed her past-life kindness had finally blessed her with this miracle.

Overjoyed, she headed to school—only to face snide remarks about her modest clothes at the gate. Just then, Xia Tianle (armed with a textbook-perfect rescue script) and butler Chen Yaoyi arrived precisely on cue.

As thanks, Liu Yiyi treated them to street-side barbecue. Yes, a roadside stall: one casually dressed girl laughing with two suited men, sweating happily under the evening sky.

(All orchestrated by Chen Yaoyi. Xia Tianle never used the main gate—a private entrance led straight to the underground garage. He only agreed this time because Chen insisted on buying flowers near the gate to decorate Xia’s classroom… and *bam*, they caught Liu Yiyi being hassled while dragging her suitcase.)

Afterward, drama bloomed. Xia Tianle’s “heroic rescue” sparked gossip—and suitors.

Male Supporting Role No. 1, Lu: decent-looking but utterly clueless. Seeing Xia cozy up to Liu Yiyi, he swooped in—flowers, lavish gifts, even a massive cake blocking her dorm door. She was late all morning.

Male Supporting Role No. 2, Zhiyin Ge: basketball prodigy. He’d casually shoot hoops before girls, spin, tug his white headband with a cheeky grin, body swaying joyfully. Rumor said he practiced the “Iron Mountain Lean” shoulder move all night.

Two more existed—one galloping toward campus on horseback; the other, deemed too dangerous by Chen Yaoyi, swiftly transferred. Otherwise? Chen and Lu Zixuan would’ve been in deep trouble.

Yep. Five handsome boys now orbited Liu Yiyi—like five mice eyeing stinky cheese trapped in a mousetrap.

Wait… flies?

Chen Yaoyi couldn’t figure it out.

*Huff… huff… Today’s pink—cough cough—no, white top!*

He tucked the binoculars behind his back, gaze still locked on Liu Yiyi’s dorm. (For the record: Chen Yaoyi was a gentleman. *Not* a pervert.)

This was the campus clock tower—lavish beyond belief, spanning seven football fields, complete with a golf course. The world’s most elite school, dubbed “haven of aristocracy.” What was actually taught? Chen had no idea. He attended solely as Xia Tianle’s butler-companion. Curriculum? Golf.

4 p.m. Liu Yiyi rode back to her dorm in Lu’s car. Next stop: sports field.

In this otome-style world, Liu Yiyi was the undisputed heroine—skilled, gorgeous, masterfully charming and manipulating others. To men like Xia Tianle? A rare treasure.

And yes, this world ran like an eroge. Everyone’s an idiot. A threat, sweet words—*boom*, straight to first base. That’s why scheming girls thrive. If *May* were here? She’d wipe the floor with them all.

*Our* May? Clever (grades aside), adorable, pulls off driving layups, orders oysters *just for you* at barbecue stalls. Cooks meals, watches *SpongeBob*, builds Gundam models with you. What’s not to love?

Still… a hollow ache lingered in Chen Yaoyi’s chest. May was his first failed mission—a spoiled yet endearing little princess. And honestly? His groin still throbbed faintly.

Deep down, he wished everyone could be like May: calm under pressure, brave enough to escape and fight back. (But please—no repeats. It *hurt*.)

After all, skill in bed won’t steal a heart. Climax amid sensual chaos doesn’t forge love. True love? Unshaken by mere lust.

But in this doujin world, every blond guy’s… *attributes* seemed enchanted—coated in magical potion. A “blond skill correction” exclusive to doujin realms. Chen Yaoyi? Not immune.

“You’re such a pervert. Why call me up here? I’m about to sleep!”

Lu Zixuan glared at the dorm-spying weirdo, one hand on her elbow, the other covering her mouth.

No morning classes, yet her whole body ached from Chen Yaoyi keeping her up all night—calves, lower back… and yeah, her chest hurt too. No bra + intense movement = painful jiggle.

“Sleep?”

Chen turned. Only two on the rooftop. The girl—dark circles masked by heavy makeup, exhaustion barely hidden—let out a very unladylike yawn.

She *was* exhausted. Went home that morning, got scolded by parents, relatives, the whole clan. Lu Zixuan? Too honest to lie. Hid Chen’s involvement. Hence the punishment: forced kneeling until noon. Ate, returned, attended one class—then Chen’s call. (When did he save her number?!)

“What’s wrong with sleeping?”

“Sleep? *At your age?* How can you even sleep?!”