“I’m so happy, Hana.” Liang Sheng patted the little yandere’s head and slipped away. “I wish you the best of luck!”
Hana stood there in a daze. Her Sheng-chan had never been this enthusiastic with her before. Could this… be love reaching a new level?
Before the little yandere could even react, the green-haired girl had dashed off like a puff of smoke.
The next day at school, Liang Sheng was in high spirits.
“Hey~!” With a flourish, she spun around and wrapped her arms around the slender waist of Young Miss Lu Ziqing, who had just stepped out of an outrageously elongated Lincoln stretch limo. She threw in a flirtatious wink for good measure. “My young miss, did you miss me?”
Lu Ziqing blinked in confusion. “?”
“Hey, what’s gotten into you today?” Lu Ziqing shoved Liang Sheng’s face away with mock annoyance. Though her heart fluttered delightfully at the waist hug, she wasn’t about to show it on her face.
Liang Sheng released Lu Ziqing’s waist, leaving their tsundere young miss feeling oddly empty inside.
Grinning, Liang Sheng grabbed Lu Ziqing’s hand and swung it playfully back and forth. “Nothing’s up. I just saw you, my young miss, and it made me happy~”
“Eh?” Lu Ziqing’s cheeks flushed hot. She turned her head away, chin lifted slightly, and muttered, “Hmph. You always say these weird things I don’t get.”
Liang Sheng didn’t mind at all. She linked arms with Lu Ziqing and strolled into the campus.
For some reason, Lu Ziqing felt the urge to hold her head high, letting all their classmates see just how close the two of them were.
And so it happened.
“A-Sheng?” A timid voice called from behind them.
They turned to find Song An’an standing there, looking nervous, her eyes flicking constantly toward Liang Sheng.
Liang Sheng waved the little crybaby over. “Come here!”
The scene was straight out of a cliché: “Am I interrupting?” “No, your timing is perfect!”—and soon Liang Sheng would have a beauty on each arm.
Song An’an’s face lit up instantly. She trotted over like an adorable puppy, straight to Liang Sheng.
Lu Ziqing shot Song An’an an irritated glare, but the girl was too lost in her own joy to notice. Lu Ziqing could only frown and stew in silence.
Song An’an pulled out her bento and offered it to Liang Sheng, sneaking another glance. “A-Sheng, I made this for you today…”
“Wow, thanks, An’an.” Liang Sheng reached out and pinched the girl’s plump, bouncy cheek.
Song An’an shyly scratched her face and bowed her head.
“A-A-Sheng!” At the hallway corner, just as Song An’an was parting ways with them, she stopped and called out to Liang Sheng, who was arm-in-arm with Lu Ziqing and heading to class.
Liang Sheng turned back.
“I-I…” Song An’an twisted her fingers nervously, biting her lower lip. “For lunch… can we eat together, A-Sheng?”
Liang Sheng smiled. “Sure, let’s all eat together. It’ll be fun.”
She really wanted some alone time with her A-Sheng (though Song An’an didn’t know how to say it, she figured having witnesses to their love might not be so bad—off she went into her daydreams again, convincing herself).
“Mm-hm! See you at lunch, A-Sheng!”
“See you~”
First period was Teacher Dong Yue’s class.
Having been too excited the night before and woken up multiple times in the middle of the night, Liang Sheng was inevitably drowsy the next day. Once she lay her head down, she was out like a light.
She snored softly.
In her haze, Liang Sheng lifted her head and met Teacher Dong Yue’s stern face.
Ah, this familiar scene.
It was exactly like the one from her first class after transmigrating into this book.
Liang Sheng couldn’t help but grin.
Teacher Dong Yue noticed her student’s odd behavior and lightly tapped her head. “Liang Sheng, no sleeping in class.”
Liang Sheng let out a goofy “Hee-hee.”
“Teacher Dong Yue, you look so pretty today.”
Still half-asleep, the words slipped out. Liang Sheng belatedly clamped her hand over her mouth and glanced around, only to see her classmates’ jaws drop in shock.
“I can expl—” Before “explain” could leave her lips, Teacher Dong Yue tapped her head again.
“We’re in class. No nonsense.” In truth, Teacher Dong Yue’s ears had turned red. “Pay attention and no more sleeping.”
Teacher Dong Yue paused.
“You have to get into a good university for me, you hear?”
Liang Sheng nodded vigorously. “Mission accepted!”
At lunch, it was time once more for Liang Sheng to be surrounded by beautiful girls. She was thrilled yet overwhelmed, savoring the Shura Field. She felt like a lamb to the slaughter—and loving every minute.
“This is my sister! Not yours—get lost!” Among them, Liang Jin had the loudest voice.
Liang Sheng leaned close to her ear and whispered fiercely, “Listen here, little sister, can you give your big sis a break when we’re out in public?”
Liang Jin pouted defiantly and mumbled under her breath, “But… but I just don’t like them getting close to you…”
“What?” Her voice was too soft; the green-haired girl hadn’t caught it.
Liang Jin turned chicken and waved her hands frantically. “N-Nothing! It’s fine, sis. I’ll behave.”
Liang Sheng rewarded her with a head pat. “That’s my good little sister~”
“Mmph! Sis patted my head!” Liang Jin shyly turned her head away.
Their sisterly dynamic seemed perfectly normal, but Senior Sister Gu Yuqi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. She kept glancing up at them.
“What’s wrong, Senior Sister Yuqi?” Liang Sheng asked with concern.
In front of the person she liked, Gu Yuqi always wore that gentle smile. She shook her head. “Nothing.”
With that, she reached out and brushed a grain of white rice from the green-haired girl’s lips.
“Ah…” Only Senior Sister Gu Yuqi could pull off a move that sent tingles down her spine like that.
Just as Liang Sheng swallowed her last little meatball…
“Liang Sheng.” That familiar cool voice rang out.
Following the sound, she spotted Doctor Mo Qingrou in her white coat, her expression as unchanging as ever.
“Sister Mo Qingrou, you’re here too?” Liang Sheng patted her backside, stood up, and trotted over to the doctor’s side.
Mo Qingrou said nothing.
“What’s up?” Liang Sheng asked again.
Mo Qingrou suddenly sighed and grabbed Liang Sheng’s wrist. “Liang Sheng, I have this feeling… something’s not right.”
“What’s not right?” Liang Sheng looked at the big iceberg’s hand gripping hers.
Mo Qingrou was deadly serious. “I think if I don’t say this now, someone might steal you away.”
“Huh?”
Mo Qingrou’s intuition was always spot on.
“Liang Sheng, I like you. Please go out with me.” Straight ball, right out of the gate.
“Wh-what!?”
It wasn’t Liang Sheng who shouted. It was Liang Jin and Song An’an—both sitting cross-legged on the ground behind her—who blurted it out in stunned unison after hearing Doctor Mo Qingrou’s words.
The others didn’t shout, but their faces all darkened.
“Liang Sheng, what’s your answer?” Mo Qingrou kept her composure on the surface, but inside, her heart was pounding.
