The other party replied quickly.
“Studying? Proper academic stuff?”
Lu Chengzhou typed back two words: “Of course.”
Seriousness was his defining trait.
Flower Beauty: “So… what *exactly* counts as ‘proper’ studying?”
Lu Chengzhou paused for a moment.
He sent the photo he’d taken of the Olympiad math practice test.
Flower Beauty received the file.
She’d expected something nice.
But opening it—Olympiad math problems?!
Lu Chengzhou: “Doing problems on your phone’s awkward. Just tackle the fill-in-the-blanks and multiple-choice.”
Flower Beauty: “…Wow. So *considerate* of you.”
Lu Chengzhou: “You’re welcome.”
…
“He actually replied ‘You’re welcome’ with a straight face!”
Meng Wanyu, the girl on the other end, was fuming.
Could any man really be this romance-blind?
On such a lovely night—reciting poetry, sharing dreams—not grinding math problems!
Meng Wanyu clenched her fists tight.
She wanted to yank Lu Chengzhou right out of the screen and scold him thoroughly.
“No, no.”
She let out a slow breath, forcing herself to calm down.
Lu Chengzhou had no idea Flower Beauty was her.
To keep the “Guess Who I Am” game going, she had to play by the rules.
She wanted to see when he’d finally recognize her.
Fingers flying, she typed: “If I get *all* answers right… what reward will you give me?”
Lu Chengzhou replied instantly: “If you ace it, I’ll treat you to bubble tea.”
“Tch. Trying to brush me off with just bubble tea?”
Meng Wanyu snorted.
Deeply unsatisfied, she punched her cushion a few times.
“Nope. Gotta ask for more.”
She typed again, fast: “Just bubble tea? These are *super* hard~ *sobs*”
Her coquettish tone made Lu Chengzhou’s heart skip.
Then he remembered Flower Beauty’s scarred face—and sighed.
Forget it. Any flutter was pointless.
He wasn’t shallow, but that face… no.
Though honestly, even Meng Wanyu’s breathtaking beauty felt impossible to accept.
This was a novel’s world!
A top-tier rich beauty like Meng Wanyu could never belong to a mere male side character.
Accepting the wrong girl? That’s suicide.
“I’ll add a lunch delivery too,” Lu Chengzhou replied.
Meng Wanyu stroked her chin, thinking.
“Deal. But *you* deliver it.”
“You’re serious?”
He’d planned to ask a classmate.
“Obviously! These questions are brutal. If I somehow get them all right, *you* delivering it honors my effort and luck! Say yes now, or I’ll quit—hmph!”
Though he couldn’t see her, her words radiated playful charm.
Damn. His heart fluttered again.
Lu Chengzhou raked a hand through his hair, staring blankly upward.
A goddess like Meng Wanyu shouldn’t stir him this way.
Yet this “ugly” girl tugged his heartstrings effortlessly.
…Was something wrong with him?
…
Thirty minutes later.
Meng Wanyu sent the completed answers.
She’d watched him solve them once—of course she remembered.
Phone clutched tight, she waited eagerly.
After three minutes: a thumbs-up sticker.
She exhaled softly, lips curving upward.
A girl’s proud smile always held subtle, endearing charm.
Meng Wanyu was no exception.
Unconsciously, she’d slipped into the role of seeking praise.
Lu Chengzhou: “You got them all right. I’ll keep my promise.”
Flower Beauty: “Mhm~ Waiting!”
Lu Chengzhou: “Good night.”
Flower Beauty: “Nightie~”
After closing the chat, Lu Chengzhou frowned slightly.
He suspected she might have had the answers.
These problems were far too hard for an average high schooler.
But only Meng Wanyu and he knew them.
Per Meng Wanyu, the test was distributed yesterday—answers couldn’t leak.
“Unless she’s Meng Wanyu… impossible.”
Unwittingly, he dismissed the truth.
How could that scarred girl possibly be Meng Wanyu?
“Enough. Sleep.”
He set down his phone—and fell asleep instantly.
Soon after, Meng Wanyu’s door cracked open.
Barefoot, she crept toward him, thin blanket in hand.
She crouched beside Lu Chengzhou, watched his sleeping face, snapped a few stealth photos, then gently draped the blanket over him. Satisfied, she slipped back to her room.
…
Lu Chengzhou woke groggy to bright daylight.
One arm dangled on the floor; the other slumped over the sofa back.
The blanket had slipped to the ground.
Only when sitting up did he notice it.
He bent down and picked it up.
“Morning, Classmate Lu.”
Meng Wanyu stood ready in her neat school uniform, hair tied perfectly.
“The driver’s coming soon. Get ready.”
She turned toward the kitchen.
Returning, she held out a bento box.
Lu Chengzhou froze.
“Take it. Haven’t cooked in years—skills are rusty. But I tasted it… not bad.”
He accepted it numbly.
The box featured a cute cartoon rabbit.
Steam blurred the contents, but it felt heavy.
Hints of fried shrimp, sunny-side-up eggs, ketchup…
“I can guess what’s inside.”
To claim he wasn’t moved would be a lie.
First time ever receiving a bento from a girl.
Stepping out of the Meng gate, he thought: *Should I reciprocate?*
“When I deliver bubble tea and lunch to Flower Beauty later… I’ll get one for Miss Meng too.”
