He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

The store is very well heated.

The dim yellow light shone down, dispelling the chill of the rainy night.

The air was filled with the delicious aroma of seafood congee.

Wen Ning was wrapped in that oversized black windbreaker, holding a hot water cup in both hands, her fingertips slightly white.

She looked down at the steam rising from the cup.

Feeling guilty.

I feel really guilty.

The chair opposite was pulled out.

Jiang Ci sat down.

He took off his silver-rimmed glasses, which were covered by rain and fog.

He took a tissue from the tissue box on the table and slowly wiped the lenses.

Without the glasses to cover them, those eyes were completely exposed.

There are faint bluish bruises under his eyes.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red from staying up all night.

Those were the marks left from two consecutive all-nighters.

He looked very tired.

Her hair was half-wet, drooping limply over her forehead, making her look less sharp and more listless.

"The porridge is here."

The proprietress brought over a clay pot, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."

The porridge in the clay pot was still bubbling, with bubbles of all sizes rising to the surface.

Red prawns, white rice grains, and bright green scallions.

The aroma is tangy.

Jiang Ci put his glasses back on.

He didn't think of himself first, but instead took the small bowl in front of Wen Ning.

I picked up the serving spoon, filled it to the brim, and carefully skimmed off the surface oil.

"Eat it while it's hot."

He pushed the bowl in front of Wen Ning, his tone indifferent, "Warm yourself up."

Wen Ning held the spoon, looking at the bowl of porridge in front of her.

The heat made her eyes sting.

Even though he was driven to despair by her unreasonable behavior and was starving himself, his first instinct was still to take care of her.

Just as Wen Ning was about to bury himself in his food.

That annoying voice in my head popped up right on time.

[Host, please take note.]

The atmosphere right now is too warm and cozy; it's totally out of character for you, the "drama queen"!

[Task issued: You find food troublesome and demand that the male lead serve you!]

[Immediately show your fussiness and refuse to do it yourself!]

Wen Ning's hand holding the spoon froze.

Is this system a devil?

They're already so tired, and you still expect them to peel shrimp?

Is this something a human being would do?

[30 seconds left in the countdown.]

The system has no emotions.

Wen Ning silently kowtowed and apologized to Jiang Ci in her heart:

I'm so sorry! I know you're a germaphobe! I know you're tired! But I have no choice but to risk my life!

She took a deep breath.

With a "snap".

He threw the spoon back into the bowl.

The porcelain pieces collided, producing a crisp sound.

Jiang Ci was about to serve himself some porridge when he paused.

I looked up at her.

Wen Ning frowned, staring at the bright red prawns in the bowl with a look of disgust.

"Oh dear... why is it covered in shells?"

She stretched out her hands to show off her exquisite manicure.

Her voice was so sweet and affected that it gave me goosebumps.

"I don't eat things with shells. Peeling them is too much trouble, it gets my nails dirty, and it smells fishy."

After saying that, she pushed the bowl away.

She turned her head away, adopting the air of a spoiled young lady who wouldn't eat it until it was properly peeled.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Jiang Ci looked at her hands, which had never been used for housework.

Her nails were beautifully manicured, painted with light pink nail polish, and adorned with rhinestones.

It is indeed exquisite.

He glanced again at her still somewhat pale face.

I must have been freezing just now, I haven't recovered yet, my lips are still trembling slightly.

Wen Ning counted the seconds in her mind.

Waiting for him to get angry, or for him to dump the bowl on her head.

After all, Jiang Ci's obsession with cleanliness was well-known at A University.

He doesn't even touch other people's books normally, so how could he possibly peel greasy shrimp shells with his hands?

however.

Instead of anger, they did not retaliate.

Jiang Ci put down the spoon in his hand.

He didn't speak.

There wasn't even a hint of impatience on his face.

He simply turned to the side and called out, "Boss lady."

"Get me a pair of disposable gloves."

The gloves arrived quickly.

Jiang Ci lowered his head.

He slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt.

He rolled up his sleeves section by section, revealing his pale, strong forearms.

The lines are smooth, with slightly visible veins.

He put on gloves.

He took the shrimp out of Wen Ning's bowl and placed them on a plate.

Long, slender fingers pinched the shrimp's head.

With a gentle twist, the shrimp shell is skillfully removed.

The movements are meticulous and patient.

It was completely different from the decisive and ruthless aura he usually exuded when he was coding.

One.

Two.

Three.

The tender pink shrimp were peeled clean and neatly arranged back into Wen Ning's porridge bowl.

Like little pink crescent moons.

Wen Ning was stunned.

She originally just wanted him to back down or call her "pretentious".

But he didn't.

He kept his head down, his expression focused.

It was as if he wasn't peeling a shrimp that cost a few dollars, but rather handling some sophisticated scientific research instrument.

He even carefully removed the shrimp veins because he was worried they would affect the texture.

Until all five or six shrimp in the bowl were peeled.

Jiang Ci then stopped.

He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can.

He took a wet wipe out of his pocket and carefully wiped each of his fingers.

Habitual actions that occur when obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness occurs.

But just now, for her sake, he held back.

"alright."

He pushed the bowl of porridge piled high with shrimp back in front of her.

His tone remained indifferent, as if he had done something insignificant.

"It's out of shells. Eat it."

Looking at the bowl overflowing with "love", Wen Ning felt as if her throat was blocked with cotton.

This is... way too unfair.

Just then.

"Ring ring—"

The wind chimes at the door rang again.

A gust of cold wind swept in, carrying rainwater with it.

Several girls, folding their umbrellas, walked in noisily.

"I'm freezing! Thank goodness this shop is open."

"Sweetie, I told you this seafood porridge was delicious..."

The girl in the lead was wearing a pink raincoat and was shaking water off her umbrella.

It was Wen Ning's roommate, the one nicknamed "Gossip Radar," Tian Tian.

She looked up.

My gaze swept across the store.

Then, he froze like a stone statue.

"Holy crap?"

Sweetie almost dropped the umbrella she had just folded.

What did she see?

in the corner.

The person wrapped in a black windbreaker, with only their small face showing, wasn't that her capricious roommate, Wen Ning?

And sitting opposite.

The man in the half-wet white T-shirt, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, with a cool and aloof expression...

It's Jiang Ci from the Computer Science Department at University A?!

Even more deadly is...

She watched as Jiang Ci pushed a bowl of peeled shrimp in front of Wen Ning.

His eyes were cold, but his movements were so practiced they were chilling.

The girls behind Tian Tian also covered their mouths, and some even secretly took out their phones.

"Is that Jiang, the school's heartthrob?"

"Good heavens, he's peeling shrimp for Wen Ning? I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"Is what they're saying on the forum true? Does he really love it?"

Wen Ning also heard the noise.

She turned her head and met the staring eyes of Tian Tian, ​​who was completely dumbfounded.

Wen Ning: "..."

It’s over.

Now the whole school will know.

Jiang Ci didn't seem to care about being watched.

Or rather, all he cared about was whether the bowl of porridge had been eaten.

Seeing that Wen Ning did not move.

He picked up a spoon, stirred the porridge in the bowl, and scooped up a shrimp and a mouthful of soft, sticky rice porridge.

He held it to her lips.

Open your mouth.

He commanded without room for argument.

"It will taste fishy when it gets cold."

Wen Ning was forced to open her mouth and take in the mouthful of porridge.

Sweet and fresh.

Soft and chewy.

It carried the warmth of his fingers.

Sweetie, her hands trembling, sent a message in the dormitory group chat:

Breaking news! The aloof academic genius has fallen from grace!

[I was at the North Gate Congee Shop! I saw Jiang Ci peel shrimp for Wen Ning and even feed her!]

He absolutely loves it! This is definitely true love!

That night.

University A's forum crashed again.

All the rumors about "Wen Ning paying extra" and "Jiang Ci being forced to work" crumbled in front of that bowl of peeled shrimp noodles.