You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe groaned softly, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled, "Just five more minutes..."

Jiang Che glanced at the time on his phone: 9:03.

The registration deadline is 4 PM, so there's no rush.

But judging from Su Qinghe's waking efficiency, if she isn't woken up now, five minutes will turn into fifty minutes, and fifty minutes will turn into a whole morning.

"Su Qinghe, today is your first day of university life. Are you sure you want to start by sleeping in?"

Su Qinghe remained completely still.

Jiang Che changed tactics, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "I'll go first then. I can't guarantee what will happen if some upperclassmen try to chat me up when I get to school—"

Before she could finish speaking, Su Qinghe sat up in bed like a spring.

With disheveled hair and slightly narrowed, beautiful eyes, her tone was menacing: "You dare?"

Jiang Che chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "No, no, I was just teasing you."

"Hurry up and get up and wash up. I'll go pack my things and prepare breakfast."

"Okay~"

Su Qinghe yawned, rubbed her aching back, and slowly got off the bed.

As she passed by the full-length mirror, she glanced at herself and saw that the red marks on her neck hadn't faded yet, and her face flushed again.

"Jiang Che, you bastard..."

Despite his complaints, when he looked down at the diamond ring on his ring finger, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up in a smile.

After nearly forty minutes of washing up and getting ready, Su Qinghe finally came down from the second floor.

Today was a formal occasion, so she wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a light gray high-waisted pleated skirt, and her long hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail with a light blue hairband.

He was clean and refreshing, exuding a scholarly air.

Jiang Che had already finished washing up and getting ready in the next room not long ago. When Su Qinghe came over, he had just brought the toast and milk to the table.

Seeing her approach, Jiang Che subconsciously looked up at her.

I thought to myself, no wonder she's his girlfriend, she looks good in anything.

Especially this preppy style. It's pure with a touch of unintentional charm, enough to steal the hearts of countless male students walking around campus.

What he had to do was to inscribe the words "this person is taken" into the minds of everyone who tried to get close to him.

"Hurry up and eat, then we'll leave. Uncle Liu is already waiting at the door."

Su Qinghe picked up her milk and took a couple of sips, then ate half a slice of toast. After that, she checked all the documents, admission notice, ID card, and other things she needed for registration, and stuffed them all into a canvas bag after confirming that everything was correct.

After the two went outside, Liu Anping opened the door of the old Jetta for them and then let them get in.

Su Qinghe's demeanor was completely different from yesterday.

Yesterday she was a carefree little girl at the amusement park, but today she's sitting in the car feeling anxious and uncertain.

She kept fiddling with her hairband and occasionally looked down to check if her clothes were wrinkled.

He kept muttering things like, "What if my classmates are hard to get along with?", "Will the teachers be very strict?", and "Will my high school study methods still work in college?"

Jiang Che reached out and pressed down on her restless hand.

"You're among the top 50 candidates in the province. So what if Peking University is full of top students? You'll still easily crush them when you get there. They're the ones who should be nervous."

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Well... good grades don't necessarily mean good social skills..."

"Didn't you get along quite well with your classmates in Lincheng? You'll get used to it after a while. Your classmates in Beijing aren't going to kill you, so just treat them normally."

Su Qinghe thought about it and felt that what he said made sense, so she took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her anxiety.

The car arrived at the east gate of Peking University at around 10:20.

Today is the registration day for new students. The school gate is crowded with people, with new students dragging suitcases and parents seeing them off everywhere.

A huge red banner hung on the gatehouse, with the words "Welcome to the Class of 2026" written in large characters. Next to it were welcome tents and signs for each college.

After Jiang Che and Su Qinghe got out of the car, Liu Anping took two suitcases out of the trunk.

Although the two of them go back to the villa to stay every day, they still need to keep some daily necessities in the dormitory so that they can take a short rest there when they don't want to go through the hassle at noon.

It's all about convenience.

The moment the two walked side by side into the school gate, all eyes turned to them.

It's no wonder people look at them; these two are just too eye-catching standing together.

The man was tall and handsome with deep-set features. He managed to make a simple white T-shirt and denim jacket look like a magazine cover.

The woman exuded youthful energy and outstanding temperament; her dress made her look like she had stepped out of a painting.

A middle-aged mother who was dropping her daughter off at school pushed up her glasses and whispered to her husband, "Are these two kids students or celebrities? They're so strikingly good-looking."

Several male freshmen who had already arrived stared wide-eyed at Su Qinghe, their necks craning like giraffes.

Jiang Che caught sight of those undisguised gazes out of the corner of his eye, and naturally reached out to hold Su Qinghe's hand.

Five fingers interlocked between hers; the movement was small, but the meaning of asserting dominance was very clear.

The boys' gazes shifted to the two's clasped hands, then, after glancing at Jiang Che's face and height, they wisely averted their eyes.

Su Qinghe felt the warmth and pressure from his palm, and secretly glanced at Jiang Che's profile, a slight smile curving her lips.

The two followed the signs to the welcome tent of the School of Economics and Management.

There were about ten people lined up in front of the tent, and several senior students wearing red name tags were busy registering information and distributing materials.

Jiang Che and Su Qinghe were at the back of the line. When it was their turn, the short-haired senior student in charge of registration took the admission notice, flipped it open, and glanced at their names.

Then he looked up at Jiang Che again.

I glanced down at the photo on the notification letter again.

The senior student's expression changed from a formulaic smile to a gaze that mixed surprise and admiration.

"You're Jiang Che, right? You're majoring in Business Administration, and your dorm room is 412 in Building 3."

As she spoke, the senior student picked up a brown paper bag from the table and handed it to her. "This is your enrollment materials package. It contains your campus card, course manual, and freshman guide. Feel free to ask me anything if you have any questions."

She emphasized the last few words and lingered her gaze for two seconds longer.

Jiang Che took the bag, thanked her, and without lingering, turned to signal to Su Qinghe that it was her turn.

Su Qinghe stepped forward and handed over her admission notice.

After seeing Su Qinghe's name and photo, the senior student's expression became visibly more complicated.

She subconsciously glanced at the distance between the two people, and at the diamond ring that was shimmering on Su Qinghe's right ring finger.

On the first day of school, I thought I would meet a handsome junior, but before it even started, I was bombarded with displays of affection from couples.

The senior student said she wasn't very happy with her volunteer work today.