After a moment, Lu Ziqing poked the dazed Liang Sheng. “Hey… wanna grab lunch together at noon? Don’t get the wrong idea—it’s just ‘cause I feel sorry for you!”

Eating together… How awkward would that be? Could she even say no? But Lu Ziqing’s intense gaze burned right into Liang Sheng’s face.

“S-sure! I’d be honored to eat with the young mistress!”

“Hmph! Smooth talker!”

*Ding~* Affection increased.

Lu Ziqing’s affection for Liang Sheng: 9

Lu Ziqing turned away awkwardly, voice commanding. “My name is Lu Ziqing. Stop calling me ‘young mistress.’ Just use my name.”

Liang Sheng chuckled. “As you wish! My young mistress Ziqing.”

A pair of deep, adorable dimples popped onto Liang Sheng’s cheeks. Lu Ziqing stole a glance—and froze. One look, and her heart jolted. S-so cute!

*Ding!* Affection surged.

Lu Ziqing’s affection for Liang Sheng: 23

Whoa—seriously? Am I *that* charming? Liang Sheng tossed her head proudly.

Before she could bask in it, a curvaceous female teacher appeared at the door.

Her black mini-skirt hugged her hips; the tight outfit traced every graceful curve. Her chest was fuller than Young Mistress Lu’s, squeezed so snug Liang Sheng worried the fabric might burst. Long lashes, a seductive beauty mark beneath her left eye—a textbook mature beauty.

Liang Sheng’s mind raced. Right—Heroine #5, the homeroom teacher. And the male lead was in Class B, Grade 10.

She squinted. Sure enough, a profile popped up:

Name: Dong Yue

Age: 24

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 52 kg

Looks: S

Affection for Su Ze: 0

Affection for Liang Sheng: 0

Hmm. Liang Sheng wasn’t into women over five years older—gorgeous as she was. Still, she had to admire how the male lead snagged such a model socialist teacher. Did dating a teacher feel like dating a workbook?

Dong Yue tapped the podium and began introducing herself. But after analyzing her transmigration all night, Liang Sheng’s eyes grew heavy. She dozed off.

*Knock, knock.* “Wake up, dear. First day of school and already sleepy?” A gentle, mature voice followed.

Liang Sheng looked up. Teacher Dong Yue smiled down at her. She returned an awkward yet polite smile.

*Whoosh~* Affection decreased.

Dong Yue’s affection for Liang Sheng: -1

Oops—messed up! Even if the system meant nothing, Liang Sheng hated being disliked.

She stood, bowed deeply. “Sorry, Teacher. I had insomnia last night. I disrupted your lesson.”

Dong Yue nodded, satisfied by her sincerity.

*Ding~* Affection increased.

Dong Yue’s affection for Liang Sheng: 3

Phew. Crisis averted.

Dong Yue cleared her throat. “Don’t sleep in class again. But do take care—insomnia isn’t good.” She paused, then chirped, “Alright, let’s continue~” Clearly in a good mood.

Makes sense—first-time teacher, loving the respect. Liang Sheng smiled wryly. *Sigh… she’s like a kid.*

At noon, Liang Sheng spotted Song An’an again. Something felt off. Why was her affection rising so fast? At this rate, if *she* were the male lead, the story’d end in three chapters.

Song An’an jogged over, then saw Lu Ziqing behind Liang Sheng. Her eyes dimmed. *Why’s she so close to her? Is she abandoning me too, like Su Ze?*

She forced a smile, looped her arm through Liang Sheng’s left. “Ah Sheng, how was your first day? Such a shame we’re not in the same class!” A quiet claim of territory.

Lu Ziqing let out a “Tch,” ignored her verbally, but clamped Liang Sheng’s right hand—*hard*.

What a love triangle! Honestly, girls fighting over her felt kinda nice… if only they’d stop *crushing* her hands.

Song An’an shot Lu Ziqing a glare, voice saccharine. “Ah Sheng, I made lunch! Eat with me?”

Lu Ziqing glared back, haughty. “Liang Sheng, come. I’ll treat you. Order anything—well, under ten thousand.”

Ten *thousand*? Is this a meal or a money incinerator? Liang Sheng blinked inwardly.

Lu Ziqing wasn’t being sweet—she just hated Song An’an, who kept chasing Su Ze, the boy *she* liked.

Su Ze was the Lu family driver’s son. Lu Ziqing’s father was mayor of another city. Thanks to her crush, Su Ze entered this elite school under the guise of “attending to the young mistress.”

Liang Sheng couldn’t fathom it: a goddess like Lu Ziqing—rich, stunning—falling for a poor boy. Maybe… love?

Before she could ponder, tension thickened. Then Su Ze stepped out of the classroom.

“Miss Ziqing? Not eating?”

“Su Ze! I want Liang Sheng to join us!” Lu Ziqing’s voice wavered—petulant, pleading.

Su Ze glanced at Liang Sheng, bluntly oblivious. “Sure. No big deal.”

Ugh… *so* clueless? Liang Sheng was torn between laughing and facepalming.

Lu Ziqing stomped, shoved Su Ze lightly, and ran off crying. Su Ze stood frozen.

Song An’an released Liang Sheng, approached Su Ze softly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Su Ze smiled. Song An’an’s cheeks flushed.

*Ugh, spineless.* Liang Sheng turned to chase the young mistress.

True to her pampered status, Lu Ziqing ran painfully slow. Liang Sheng caught her by the flowerbed and gently pulled her arm.

*Whoosh~* Affection decreased.

Lu Ziqing’s affection for Su Ze: 100+

Still over 100?! She was *that* into him.

Liang Sheng patted her shoulder—then the tsundere young mistress suddenly hugged her, sobbing. Wait… *hugging me*?! Liang Sheng’s heart fluttered, conflicted.

She hugged back. “Our Young Mistress Ziqing is the academy’s #1 beauty! Su Ze’s blind!”

“N-no! He’s… a good man.”

*Sigh…* Kindness wasted. But who could resist a tear-streaked, vulnerable beauty in their arms? Liang Sheng softened. “There, there… He’s just clueless. He *likes* you—he’s too stubborn to say it.”

“R-really?” Lu Ziqing looked up, eyes glistening, cheeks flushed, adorably wounded.

“Really, really!” Liang Sheng’s head spun. *What a breathtaking beauty!*

*Ding~* Affection increased.

Lu Ziqing’s affection for Liang Sheng: 28

Unable to resist, Liang Sheng ruffled Lu Ziqing’s chestnut hair. The young mistress froze—no non-family member had ever touched her head!

“You…”

“Ziqing, you’re so cute!” Liang Sheng blurted.

*Whoosh*—a blush flooded Lu Ziqing’s face.

*Ding~* Affection increased.

Lu Ziqing’s affection for Liang Sheng: 33

“Hmph!” She turned away, feigning indifference—but practically fled.

Liang Sheng shrugged and followed the flustered girl back to class.

Afternoon blurred past. After school, Liang Sheng waited by the gate for Song An’an, smiling. *Transmigration’s not bad—pretty girls everywhere.*

But as Song An’an neared, Liang Sheng squinted. Something was wrong. The profile flashed:

Affection for Su Ze: 98

Affection for Liang Sheng: 70

Wait—*dropped* for me? Sky-high for *him*?!

Irritation flared. All my kindness… worth less than Su Ze’s “Hi, bye”? She even gave *my* lunch to that jerk Su Ze! Apologized with fake shock—“I forgot!”—then *fed him by hand*?!

Fuming, Liang Sheng spun and walked away. *Fickle girl. Looks over friendship.*

Song An’an’s bright smile shattered. She stood frozen, then left slowly, tears streaming.

Lu Ziqing happened to pass by. She let out a soft *pfft*, murmured coldly beside her: “Serves you right.”

Cheerfully, she linked arms with Su Ze and hummed away. Su Ze kept glancing back, wanting to comfort Song An’an.

Lu Ziqing shot him a look. “It’s between girls. None of your business.” She shoved him into the family car.

Meanwhile, Liang Sheng stomped off—then spotted the “fairy” senior from morning ahead. Heart leaping, she clutched her backpack and sprinted.

“H-hi~ Senior! What a coincidence!” Her voice cracked with excitement.

Gu Yuqi blinked, then smiled perfectly. “Ah, the adorable underclassman from this morning~”

*Ahhh! Fairy strikes my heart again!* Liang Sheng nearly drooled.

Grinning foolishly: “Senior, you’re my guardian fairy! I just thought of you!”

Gu Yuqi laughed warmly. *What a silly, endearing underclassman…*

Liang Sheng giggled along, thinking: *If only Senior were a guy…*