He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Do you even see me as your father?

"No!"

The phone still echoed with Wen Fengzhi's furious roar, but Wen Zhaoci remained unmoved, pressing a button to cleanly and decisively end the call.

A sense of unease, which he couldn't suppress, filled his chest. He leaned against the cold metal edge of the laboratory table, his long, slender fingers resting casually on his phone screen.

They're demanding money and scrambling for projects.

His nominal father only cared about his own interests and never cared about his son.

Wen Zhaoci scoffed inwardly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

Just as I was about to lock the screen, a small red dot popped up in WeChat friend request notifications.

Nickname: The Furry Little Totoro

The image features three round, soft Totoro figures stacked together.

Application message: 【Baby, welcome to your lovely girlfriend~】

Wen Zhaoci frowned slightly, his fingertip hovering over the delete key.

He has a narrow social circle, and almost no one his age would proactively add him on social media; nine times out of ten, they would add the wrong person.

Before he could even make a move, Qin Muze's phone rang immediately, the shrill ring interrupting his actions.

"Aci! Where are you? You're a senior now, don't you have any plans to find a girlfriend?" Qin Muze's voice on the other end of the phone was smug. "Let me tell you, my girlfriend and I have set a wedding date. We all agreed that whoever gets married first, the others have to give double the wedding gift money. Don't try to go back on your word."

Wen Zhaoci tapped the table with her fingertips, her tone as indifferent as plain water: "Not interested."

Women and romance are all trivial matters that waste his time; he'd rather write a couple of lines of code.

"You're such a blockhead!" Qin Muze muttered, and before he could say anything more, Wen Zhaoci hung up.

His gaze returned to the friend request. He glanced at it casually and recalled that a teacher had mistaken him for Weng Zhicheng a while ago. He figured this girl was also after Weng Zhicheng.

Too lazy to bother with it, I casually lock the screen and bury myself back in the code. Only by filling the monitor with dense program characters can I temporarily suppress the pile of annoying things at home.

Around 3 PM, after processing a set of data, he planned to return to his dormitory.

As he reached the corner of Teaching Building No. 3, a light and soft female voice reached his ears. He subconsciously stopped and looked up.

A man and a woman were standing not far away. The man was Weng Zhicheng, with gentle features, the type that many girls in the school had a crush on.

The girl with the high ponytail deliberately stumbled, and her phone flew out of her hand, landing right at Weng Zhicheng's feet.

"oops!"

"Excuse me, classmate, I wasn't looking where I was going."

The girl looked up and smiled, the sunlight slanting across her cheeks, making her skin glow. Her eyes curved into crescents, bright and lively, so dazzling that Wen Zhaoci unconsciously squinted and stood rooted to the spot.

He was several meters away, but he heard their conversation clearly.

……

"Then I won't disturb you while you wait for her. Thank you for not bumping into me earlier. My name is Sang Jiuning, and I'm an English major."

When Sang Jiuning turned to leave, she skipped along, her ponytail swaying behind her, a sweet smile always on her lips.

That nimble figure was like a pebble, striking straight into Wen Zhaoci's heart, which had been dormant for over twenty years.

A sudden, violent thumping sound came from his chest, a panic and palpitation he had never experienced before.

He stood there stunned for a long time, waiting until Sang Jiuning's figure completely disappeared around the corner before turning back to the laboratory.

After sitting down, I couldn't calm my mind at all; my mind was filled with the girl's bright smile in the sunlight.

With fingertips landing on the keyboard, a few lines of commands were typed, easily bypassing the school's intranet firewall and bringing up the list of all English department students.

Searching by surname brings up more than a dozen names.

He glanced at it and accurately identified the three characters "Sang Jiuning" followed by a phone number.

In the past, he would never have wasted his energy prying into information about strangers, but today he made an exception.

That smiling face keeps replaying in my mind; I just can't forget it.

He opened WeChat and searched for the phone number. The account that popped up was the same one from that morning, "the little totoro with its frizzy hair".

Wen Zhaoci understood immediately; she had indeed added the wrong person.

The young girl was overjoyed and wanted to add Weng Zhicheng as a friend, but by a twist of fate, she found his number.

He lowered his eyes, gave a faint smile, and couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart; there was a strange sense of unease.

For the next seven days, every morning when I opened WeChat, the first message was always a friend request from Sang Jiuning.

Day 2: [Girlfriend's here! Hurry up and get through!]

Day 3: [With such a cute girlfriend, how could you not reply?]

Day 4: [I knew at first sight that you were my destined boyfriend.]

Although Wen Zhaoci was a senior with few classes, she was busy dealing with a lot of messes left by Wen Fengzhi and dealing with the difficult demands of the company's shareholders. She was always on the go. But every morning when she woke up, she would subconsciously open WeChat and wait for that application message with a soft and gentle tone.

Day 5 note: [Please approve this, or I'll cry.]

Wen Zhaoci's fingertips traced the screen, and Sang Jiuning's bright smiling face involuntarily appeared in her mind.

She looks so beautiful when she smiles. What would she look like if she had red eyes and was crying with grievance? If she cried in front of him, he would give her anything, let alone comfort her.

Day 6: [My boyfriend doesn't need to be reserved, come pick up your girlfriend and take her home!]

Day 7: [My star boyfriend, you are the star that lights up my world]

Isn't the little girl also a star that illuminates his world?

In the following days, the little girl became bolder and bolder, and her comments became more and more straightforward and witty, full of the little girl's undisguised affection.

He had seen Sang Jiuning from afar several times during his free time, and he would always deliberately go around to Weng Zhicheng to strike up a conversation, trying his best to make his presence known.

Wen Zhaoci leaned against the trunk of a sycamore tree and watched from afar.

This vibrant, pure, and passionate young girl shouldn't be lingering around Weng Zhicheng; she should belong to him.

Days passed, and for a full thirty days, Sang Jiuning never stopped sending friend requests.

On the evening of the thirtieth day, a new WeChat application popped up, the handwriting carrying a hint of grievance: "[It's been a month! If you still don't agree, I'm going to throw a tantrum!]"

Wen Zhaoci stared at the line of text and clicked the "Apply" button almost instantly.

Almost the instant the friend request was accepted, a message popped up, brimming with excitement: "Boyfriend~ You finally accepted! From today onwards, I'm your girlfriend!"

Wen Zhaoci lowered her eyes and stared at the screen.

For a full thirty days, she took the initiative to contact him every day, and she still hasn't realized that she added the wrong person. This is fate; she was destined to be his.

I sent him all those sweet nothings for thirty days, and I have to settle this score with my girlfriend.

Less than two minutes later, Sang Jiuning sent a new message: [Boyfriend, I don't have class tomorrow, Saturday. How about we meet up and go on a date?]

Then she sent another message: "Boyfriend, can we meet at the cafeteria tomorrow morning?"

They're both his girlfriends now, it's time for them to go on a date.

When Wen Zhaoci stared at the message his girlfriend sent telling him to bring a "thermos," he remembered that he often saw Weng Zhicheng carrying a thermos around campus, just like an old man in the neighborhood carrying a birdcage. He figured that Weng Zhicheng liked this, and the girl mistakenly thought he did too.

He chuckled softly.

My girlfriend said she'd even dress him up in a skirt.

For the past thirty days, she had always dressed casually and never worn a dress, but she actually changed into a little white dress just to see him.

I just wonder what kind of flustered and adorable look Sang Jiuning will have when she realizes it's him.

Anyway, my girlfriend isn't going to escape me.

The next day at noon, carrying a beige, elegant thermos, Wen Zhaoci's gaze was fixed on his girlfriend, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Girlfriend, I'm your boyfriend, Wen Zhaoci."

Wen Zhaoci deliberately gave his name and, sure enough, saw the flustered yet adorable expression on Sang Jiuning's face.

My girlfriend is really sensible; she called him her boyfriend the first time we met.

She really does like me.

Although he caught the look of surprise and panic on Sang Jiuning's face, so what?

She called him her boyfriend for thirty days straight.

In thirty days, they had become quite familiar with each other.