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

The evening breeze in June carried the faint fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from the campus and wafted into the girls' dormitory beds by the window.

Sang Jiuning nestled in her soft pillow, swiping open the WeChat interface. The friend at the top had a simple yet cold nickname, consisting of only two letters: ZC.

The man on the other side of the screen was her boyfriend, whom she had just managed to win over through persistent pleading and cajoling.

Sang Jiuning paused for a moment, and before the man could reply, she typed out a message.

The flustered little Totoro: [Boyfriend, can we meet at the cafeteria tomorrow morning?]

He replied almost instantly.

ZC: [Okay.]

The reply was still cold and brief, but Sang Jiuning's heart secretly fluttered with joy.

Thinking of the recent buzz on campus about Weng Zhicheng, who, for a whole month, rain or shine, delivered breakfast and dinner to Su Qingyan every day without fail, was incredibly considerate and thoughtful, and almost everyone in the department knew about it.

Now that he's her boyfriend, as a fellow girl, a secret little sense of imbalance instantly welled up inside me.

She also wants exclusive favoritism and unique feeding.

The girl then went further and sent another message.

The ruffled little Totoro: [Then bring your thermos tomorrow and get me breakfast. I'll be waiting for you in the last row of the cafeteria on the first floor.]

ZC: [Okay.]

After agreeing twice, Sang Jiuning's smile deepened.

Her thoughts drifted away as she pondered to herself.

Over the past month, she had deliberately created several chance encounters, catching glimpses of Weng Zhicheng from afar. However, he was completely unaware, much less aware that the person sending him WeChat messages and affectionately calling him "boyfriend" every day was herself.

Since they had finally arranged to meet in person, which was their first real date, they naturally wanted to dress up carefully.

The original owner had a lot of dresses in her wardrobe, most of them were knock-offs, but when styled carefully, they were actually quite fresh and pretty.

Sang Jiuning happily planned her outfit, carefully sending the other person a detailed picture of what she would look like tomorrow, afraid that her taciturn boyfriend might mistake her for someone else.

The flustered little Totoro: [Tomorrow I'll wear a white dress, my long hair will be down, and I'll carry a small yellow crossbody bag. I'll be sitting in the last row of seats near the entrance on the first floor of Cafeteria Number One. Don't get me wrong!]

The person on the other end of the screen remained as efficient and decisive as ever.

ZC: [Okay.]

The whole thing was just wonderful, nothing but wonderful.

Sang Jiuning pouted at her phone, secretly complaining that her boyfriend was far too taciturn and aloof.

But then she thought, although he doesn't talk much, he's a good person. He even brought her meals for a whole month to pursue her, which proves that he's considerate. He responds to everything she says and agrees to whatever she says. This kind of obedience that belongs only to her makes her feel sweet inside.

The girl's joy was impossible to hide; the upward curve of her lips never faded, and even her eyes were filled with soft, shimmering light.

Her fingertips lightly tapped out sweet, coquettish words, carrying the unique naivety and innocence of a freshman.

The flustered little Totoro: [My dear boyfriend~ See you tomorrow morning at 8 AM, don't be late, goodnight.]

The chat window fell silent for a moment, then a cool male voice replied across the screen.

ZC: Goodnight.

The dormitory gradually quieted down, and the night deepened outside the window.

Sang Jiuning put her phone next to her pillow, and as soon as she closed her eyes, all she could think about was meeting tomorrow.

Full of anticipation, I had a good night's sleep.

The morning light was soft and warm.

The girls' dormitory was already bustling with activity. Sunlight streamed softly through the gauze curtains, falling on the clothes racks along the edge of the beds.

Sang Jiuning got up early and dressed herself up according to the outfit she had agreed on with her boyfriend on WeChat the night before.

She wore a clean and crisp pure white dress, the hem of which swayed lightly like a newly blooming gardenia. Her hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and she carried a small yellow bag on her shoulder, wearing a pair of simple white sneakers.

She even applied a very light layer of makeup to create a natural, no-makeup look. Her eyebrows and eyes were sweet, her lips were soft, and she looked clean and delicate, like a pure and innocent little white flower.

As soon as I finished tidying up, my three other roommates all looked over.

Su Qingyan spoke first, her tone teasing and her smile gentle: "Jiu Ning, that's strange. For the past month, you've been going makeup-free and dressed casually. Today, you're suddenly dressed up so elegantly and beautifully. What important thing are you doing?"

Qin Ying, standing next to her, immediately chimed in with a knowing, mischievous grin: "Do we even need to guess? It's obvious she's going on a date."

The straightforward Tang Tongtong was absolutely certain, declaring directly, "No need to guess, no need to guess, it's 100% a date!"

Sang Jiuning tidied her stray hairs in front of the mirror, nodded gently, and readily admitted, "Yes, I'm going on a date."

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up at herself in the mirror.

Wearing a white dress, she exuded a pure and gentle temperament, and the clean look in her eyes and brows inexplicably bore a resemblance to Su Qingyan.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She finally realized that the original owner's previous style of dressing had always been deliberately imitating Su Qingyan.

Sang Jiuning silently complained in her heart: This outfit is purely a standard outfit used to confuse simps.

After packing up, Sang Jiuning said goodbye to her roommates and left the dormitory.

It takes about 20 minutes to walk from the dormitory building to the No. 1 canteen.

The campus is full of vitality in the early morning. Students come and go on the tree-lined paths, and a gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees.

As I approached the entrance of Cafeteria No. 1, several boys who had just finished playing basketball walked towards me.

The leader was nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a loose basketball uniform, holding a basketball in his arms, with neat short hair, and exuding youthful energy.

The moment the two brushed past each other, the boy's gaze suddenly fixed on Sang Jiuning, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He quickly shoved the basketball in his arms into the hands of his bespectacled companion, his voice brimming with amazement: "Oh no, I think I've fallen in love at first sight."

The bespectacled boy rolled his eyes with a helpless expression: "Dude, we're already seniors, about to graduate and leave school. You're only falling in love at first sight now? Isn't that a bit too late?"

Another guy next to him chimed in, "If you like someone, just go for it! What are you afraid of? Be brave, go ask for their WeChat!"

The boy in the basketball uniform looked determined and immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll go right now."

He turned around and followed Sang Jiuning into the cafeteria, walking all the way to the last row of seats near the entrance on the first floor.

Sang Jiuning had already taken her seat and was quietly waiting for her boyfriend to contact her via WeChat.

The boy stepped forward and said somewhat shyly, "Hi, my name is Shen Yi. Can we add each other on WeChat?"

Sang Jiuning slowly raised her eyes, her brows and eyes sweet and gentle.

She didn't refuse directly, but simply raised her hand, opened her phone, and brought up her WeChat chat with ZC, saying calmly, "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Shen Yi subconsciously glanced at the WeChat contact name at the top of the screen.

ZC.

The moment the boy saw the two abbreviations, his breath hitched, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

His pupils contracted slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

Isn't this Wen Zhaoci, the aloof and taciturn academic genius in their computer programming major, who is famous throughout the school for his low-key demeanor and indifference to women?