“Next, that pink-haired girl with the twin tails—we’ll call her Little Flower. The long-haired girl with the big waves, call her Class Monitor, since she’s the class president of first-year Class A. And the handsome girl who showed up later, we’ll go with A Shuai. That way, everyone can easily keep track of each one, right?”
Liang Sheng: “…Fuck off.”
Next came a picture, and Little Black Person struck a mysterious pose. “Does everyone want to see the video? Hmm, I heard you loud and clear, so let’s roll the footage!” Heard us how, exactly? Through the internet cables?
A video popped up on her phone. As one of the people involved, Liang Sheng figured she might as well watch it again—the plot was still insanely thrilling. She took a quick sip of brown sugar water to steady her nerves.
Once the video wrapped up, Little Black Person popped back on screen. “How about that? Pretty thrilling, huh? Everyone, spam the chat with 666s!”
A flood of “666” barrage comments blotted out the video entirely, and Liang Sheng tossed in a “666” of her own.
“Alright, next up—time for me to break down their relationships!” The background music switched to that classic detective show tune from Case Closed, the one they always play when cracking the case.
“From Little Flower’s words, it’s clear she’s Little Slag’s official girlfriend.” Ha, were your eyes crusted over with sand or something? That was a blatant threat.
“Judging by Class Monitor’s behavior, she’s in an ambiguous phase with Little Slag, so she’s probably Little Slag’s backup plan. And then A Shuai shows up later—she’s gotta be Little Slag’s friends-with-benefits.”
…Could you get any more off-base? Your brain wiring must be top-notch—fresh off a brain hemorrhage, maybe? Liang Sheng’s hand shook like she had Parkinson’s in her old age.
“That’s it for this episode, folks! If you liked it, you legends can like, coin, and follow to show your support. Your encouragement is what keeps me going!”
Liang Sheng set her phone down with a blank expression, as if she’d caught Mo Qingrou’s vibe.
“So,” Mo Qingrou said, fixing Liang Sheng with her gaze, “is all this real?”
“Hah—?” Liang Sheng yelped. “No way! I’ve been single since the womb for over seventeen years—I’m pure as they come.”
Phew. Mo Qingrou let out a quiet breath of relief. Her shipped CP hadn’t been debunked.
Ding~ Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 15”
Liang Sheng blinked in confusion. This favorability was jumping around way too randomly.
Oh God! Mo Qingrou’s emotionless eyes stared up at the blue sky. She’d gladly trade her lifetime of singledom for her CP to come true.
Truth be told, Mo Qingrou wasn’t really aloof. She just didn’t know how to talk to people and found chatting to be a total hassle.
But for the sake of her ship, she broke her usual routine.
“If I may be so bold to ask—do you like Gu Yuqi?” Straight to the point, just like that.
“Urk, cough cough!” Liang Sheng choked on her brown sugar water. What the hell did that mean??? This aloof Iceberg Beauty was actually prying into someone else’s love life? You really can’t judge a book by its cover.
“Oh dear, I couldn’t possibly tell Sister Mo Qingrou about something like that,” Liang Sheng said with a playful smile.
Jackpot! Someone kill her quick to give this budding couple a boost. Mo Qingrou smiled inwardly (though her face remained utterly impassive). Even this tiny bit of sweetness hit just right.
Ding~ Favorability increased.
“Mo Qingrou’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 18”
