“A-Sheng…” Song An’an clung to Liang Sheng’s hand, reluctant to let go.
Liang Sheng’s round, plump cheeks tempted anyone to take a bite—they had to be delightfully chewy.
“I want…” A blush crept across Song An’an’s little face as she inched closer to Liang Sheng.
Seeing this, Liang Sheng neither dodged nor leaned in. She simply stood rigid, waiting for the kiss to land on her cheek.
But Song An’an still couldn’t muster the courage. Her lips hovered just one or two centimeters from Liang Sheng’s face before she stopped.
Huh? Not going for it? Liang Sheng sneaked a glance.
“I—I’m leaving!” Song An’an released Liang Sheng’s hand, gripped her bag strap tightly, turned, and hurried away.
Sigh, this kid.
Liang Sheng grabbed her arm and yanked, pulling the timid little crybaby into her embrace.
“Dumb… egg.”
Liang Sheng planted a gentle kiss on Song An’an’s forehead.
…
What the—?
Walking along the road, Song An’an had completely forgotten where she was.
What just happened?
Suddenly, a burning heat bloomed on her forehead.
“Forehead… Aaaahhh!” The little fool clutched her head and squatted on the ground, her pupils spiraling like mosquito coils. “Just now, just now, just now!”
Moments ago, Liang Sheng—that big “player”—had kissed her forehead and then pushed her away. Before she could process it, her feet had carried her toward home on autopilot.
She kissed my forehead! Aaaahhh! Song An’an wanted to drop to her knees and kowtow. What on earth had happened?
Why did A-Sheng kiss me? Does she like me?!
Ding! Favorability increased dramatically.
“Song An’an’s Favorability toward Liang Sheng: 200+”
Back in her room, sprawled on her bed and fiddling with her phone, Liang Sheng heard the delayed favorability notification and sank into thought.
This little crybaby’s thought process was ridiculously bizarre. Utterly incomprehensible.
But Song An’an was even more baffled by Liang Sheng. Why had she suddenly kissed her forehead?
“Ha!” Liang Sheng smugly bragged to her Favorability System. “See? I didn’t even have to sell my body, and I still pushed the favorability to 200+! I kept my purity intact and won over all these girls. Tell me, am I badass or what?”
“Badass, badass, you’re the badassest~” Akino Kazuko’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, like a master of yin and yang. “Both ‘badass’ and ‘cuckold’ have the character for ‘bull’ in them. Since you’re so fond of bulls, why not let a cuckold give you a try next time?”
“No way, no way, no way~” Liang Sheng crossed her arms in an X. “Cuckolds are way too gross!”
Akino Kazuko teased, “But didn’t you cuckold Su Ze? Those girls were supposed to be his wives~”
“Ha?” Liang Sheng scoffed. “Su Ze? That moron doesn’t deserve it!”
Those girls must have been blind to fall for a basic loser like Su Ze.
Of course, the Heartthrob Value System had played a part.
But Liang Sheng had proven with facts that good always triumphed over evil. No matter how powerful the cheat, it couldn’t match her girl-flirting skills.
Now in full corporate-drone mode, grinding favorability like mad, Liang Sheng was unstoppable.
“I’m like, killing anyone I see! Buddha or not, they’re all dead!” Liang Sheng bared her teeth fiercely (in a cute, milky way).
“Huh?” Akino Kazuko sensed something off about the phrasing but let it slide. “So, your next target is…”
“Hmm…” Liang Sheng played a mini-game on her phone, eyes narrowing. “Obviously, the girls with super low favorability toward me. Like… Doctor Mo Qingrou!”
Sure, Mo Qingrou was tough to conquer, but her intentions were crystal clear—easy to manipulate. Yet she was an emotionless poker-face, making her a real challenge. After all that effort, she hadn’t gained even a fraction as much as the freebie from Song An’an.
“Sigh~ If only they were all easy handouts like An’an~” Liang Sheng daydreamed nonsense.
“If they were all like Song An’an, you’d have been devoured clean by now!” Akino Kazuko spooked her host, even miming a throat-slit gesture.
Liang Sheng shrugged indifferently. “They’re all girls anyway. I wouldn’t lose out.”
Akino Kazuko: “…” Can’t argue with that.
—— —— ——
“Sister Mo Qingrou~ Let’s have lunch together~” Liang Sheng arrived at the infirmary, hugging her lunchbox.
Of course, the food inside wasn’t made by her—it was from the new chef her family had hired.
Why hire a chef? Liang Sheng’s dad had seen his precious daughter barely managing one bowl of rice lately (?) and felt heartbroken and worried.
His little princess used to wolf down two bowls at a time.
Seeing his darling’s cheeks growing thinner by the day (an illusion?), Dad Liang ached with distress. He assumed she’d grown tired of the family cooking and shelled out big bucks for a master chef versed in every cuisine and pastry.
Yep, money let you do whatever you wanted~
Truth was, it wasn’t pickiness. Liang Sheng would gobble down anything edible—even (whatever that was). She’d chomp two bites of anything halfway decent. Lately, her appetite had tanked purely from grinding favorability and heartthrob values—straight-up inflamed.
“Sister Mo Qingrou, why haven’t you come play with me lately?” Liang Sheng sidled up to Mo Qingrou, who sat in her chair.
Mo Qingrou fiddled with a blister pack of capsules and replied coolly, “You haven’t come to see me either.”
That left Liang Sheng stumped. True, she hadn’t visited this icy school doctor in days.
But who wanted to slap a hot cheek against a cold butt? If not for the favorability grind, Liang Sheng really wouldn’t bother with such aloof beauties. Impossible to get close, let alone snuggle.
“I’ve been thinking of you, Sister Mo Qingrou~” Liang Sheng wheedled, proudly offering her lunchbox like a trophy. “See how much? Our new chef made all this yummy stuff, and you’re the first after family to try it! That shows how much I care about you~”
Any other beauty would have surged several favorability tiers. But Poker-Face Mo Qingrou didn’t budge. Still, her gaze shifted from the blister pack to the lunchbox in Liang Sheng’s hands.
Phew~ Aloof Mo Qingrou was hands-down the toughest heroine to conquer in this book! Not even Queen Ou Lu compared!
Mo Qingrou said nothing, leaving Liang Sheng a bit awkward. She chuckled nervously and opened the lunchbox. “Heh heh, come eat with me, Sister Mo Qingrou~”
Mo Qingrou’s expression remained blank, but she accepted the chopsticks Liang Sheng offered.
Liang Sheng picked up a piece of sushi and popped it into her mouth.
“Wow~” Bliss warped her features. She quickly pointed her chopsticks at another piece. “Sister Mo Qingrou, it’s sooo good! Try a bite!”
Mo Qingrou’s eyes lingered on the sushi Liang Sheng had prodded. That one probably had her saliva on it now.
