Oh no! I've only been a freshman and I've already been targeted by a mean upperclassman.

If Natsume Soseki said "The moon is beautiful tonight" as "I love you," then what about "The wind is gentle"?

Li Chen felt his cheeks getting hot. In the quiet of the night, his heart was pounding so loudly that he was worried he would wake Chen Mo, who was in the lower bunk.

What exactly does this woman mean?!

My roommates' analysis is still echoing in my ears—"She's playing you," "This is a game played by a sophisticated hunter."

But this photo and this caption don't seem like they're teasing their prey at all; instead, they exude a kind of... girlish excitement?

Could it be?

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly vibrated.

The sudden tremor exploded in his palm, startling Li Chen so much that he almost threw his phone away.

A new message popped up.

From [Xi].

It was a voice message, only 5 seconds long.

Li Chen swallowed hard, glanced around at his roommates who were sleeping like logs, carefully turned his phone volume down to the lowest setting, and then pressed the earpiece tightly against his ear.

My fingers trembled as I pressed the play button.

"Li Chen".

The sound penetrated my ears, carrying an electric current-like quality.

Unlike her previous cool and aloof demeanor, her voice now sounded somewhat languid, as if she had just taken a shower, with a slightly damp and hoarse quality, and the last syllable rose slightly, like a small hook.

"You don't have class tomorrow morning, right?"

Immediately afterwards, a second voice message came in.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs at your dorm at eight in the morning."

"Bring your advanced mathematics book."

Li Chen: "...?"

In that instant, all the beautiful fantasies shattered, replaced by the fear of being dominated.

Advanced Mathematics Book?

Eight o'clock in the morning on a weekend?

What kind of new dating style is this?

Or is this the first step in the legendary "torture methods"?

Li Chen paused for a moment, then typed a reply: [Senior, tomorrow is Saturday...]

The other end replied instantly, this time in text.

[Xi]: What did you call me?

Even through the screen, Li Chen could feel the chill emanating from the screen.

He immediately withdrew and re-entered the information.

[Li Chen]: Yan... Yan Xi, tomorrow is Saturday, can you sleep in?

The message was sent, and it showed "The other party is typing".

Li Chen held his breath.

[曦]: No.

[Xi]: I don't like people who are late. Also, as my boyfriend, it's embarrassing to take someone with bad grades out.

[Xi]: See you tomorrow morning, good night.

Li Chen stared at the cold, merciless period and collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

It’s over.

How did the senior student know that her grades were bad?

This isn't dating, it's like finding a dean of students!

In despair, he shoved his phone back under his pillow, the image of Yan Xi standing on the podium with a pointer in her hand, holding that canvas bag filled with books as heavy as red bricks.

The idea that "the wind is gentle" is all a lie!

This woman is a devil!

……

The next morning, Linjiang University was still shrouded in a thin mist.

The autumn morning was chilly, and most students were still in bed, fast asleep.

Li Chen stood downstairs at the dormitory building, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly hopeless.

He held the brand-new, untitled advanced mathematics book in his hand, feeling like a prisoner about to be sent to a labor camp.

7 points.

The top students who got up early to reserve seats in the library passed by and looked at Li Chen with surprise.

"Isn't that Li Chen? Why is he up so early?"

"Waiting for someone? He looks like he hasn't woken up yet."

Li Chen ignored the surrounding discussions; his attention was entirely focused on the intersection not far away.

7 points.

A figure appeared precisely at the edge of the horizon.

Li Chen's breath hitched.

Today, Yan Xi changed out of the minimalist white shirt she wore last night and put on a beige knitted cardigan over a floral long dress. Her hair was casually tied into a bun, with a few wisps of hair hanging down her forehead.

If last night she was an unapproachable snow lotus, then today she is like a warm oatmeal latte, exuding a lazy and soft aura.

She was carrying two paper bags, and the morning light shone behind her, giving her a golden glow.

Li Chen stared, somewhat stunned.

The contrast is... a bit too much, isn't it?

Yan Xi walked up to him and stopped.

She looked Li Chen up and down, her gaze lingering on the dark circles under his eyes for a second, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Looks like you were very excited last night? Didn't sleep well?"

Li Chen snapped out of his daze and scratched his hair somewhat awkwardly: "No... it's just that I'm not used to it."

"You'll get used to it."

As Yan Xi spoke, she handed him a paper bag.

"Take it."

Li Chen took it instinctively.

The paper bag was warm and emitted an enticing aroma.

He looked down and saw a delicate sandwich and a cup of hot soy milk.

"This is……"

Li Chen was stunned.

"breakfast."

Yan Xi said naturally, "Since you're going to have tutoring, I can't let you go hungry and suffer from oxygen deprivation in your brain."

"Let's go to the library after we finish eating."

Li Chen held the cup of hot soy milk, the warmth of his palm flowing through his body along with his blood.

Just as she was about to say "thank you," Yan Xi turned and walked towards the library.

"Keep up."

It was still that commanding tone that left no room for argument.

As Li Chen watched her retreating figure, the resentment and fear he had felt were inexplicably diluted by the cup of soy milk.

Which side of this woman is the real one?

Is it the domineering queen who made him carry her backpack last night?

Is she still that artsy girl in my WeChat Moments?

Or perhaps it's this... senior who brings him breakfast?

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Yan Xi stopped ahead, turned around and glanced at him. "You want me to hold your hand in public?"

Li Chen blushed and quickly followed.

"They're here!"

But he didn't notice that not far behind them, three heads from room 302 were peeking out furtively from behind the bushes.

Wang Qiang held up the binoculars, forgetting to take the toothbrush out of his mouth, his face filled with terror.

"Holy crap... did I see that right? Yan Xi brought him breakfast?!"

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowed: "This doesn't fit the game theory model."

"Could this be... a 'sugar-coated bullet' tactic?"

"Give them a taste of sweetness first, then destroy their spirit?"

Zhao Zixuan snapped a photo and posted it in the group chat, muttering to himself, "No matter what tactics they use, Lao Li is probably really going to get stuck this time."

The wind blew through the treetops, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Li Chen followed beside Yan Xi, their shadows overlapping on the ground.

Although we are forced to operate, and although our future is uncertain.

But at this moment, Li Chen had to admit that the soy milk in his hand was really sweet.