The dim, dilapidated alley was a chaotic mess, with debris strewn haphazardly everywhere.
The encroaching walls blocked out the sunlight, leaving the narrow passage dark, desolate, and cramped like a breeding ground for crime.
Three leather-jacketed delinquents with menacing expressions hurried into the alley, ignoring the filthy water flowing across the ground as they rushed past, splashing puddles in their wake.
“No, no… I can’t run anymore!”
A delicate-looking girl gasped for breath, bracing herself against the brick wall as she bent over, panting heavily.
In the past, she could have run three kilometers without breaking a sweat, but now… it seemed her sixteen-year-old body had devoted all its energy to growth.
“Boss, over here!”
Suddenly, a shout came from nearby, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Dammit! Do they really think I’m made of clay?!” the girl muttered under her breath.
A silver coin covered in intricate patterns appeared between her fingers, glinting mesmerizingly in the sunlight.
Just as she was about to throw caution to the wind and take on the trio of thugs-
A hand silently covered her mouth from behind, while another grabbed her belt and yanked her backward.
Caught off guard, the girl was dragged into a shadowy corner.
“Check over there-see if she’s hiding!”
The gang leader ordered one of his lackeys to investigate.
The underling scanned the area but found nothing unusual.
“Boss, nothing here!” he called back.
“Keep searching! I refuse to believe we can’t find that bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
The lackey obediently ran off.
As the voices and footsteps of the trio faded into the distance, a rustling sound came from the inconspicuous shadowy corner at the alley’s entrance.
A few minutes later, two figures emerged a delicate girl and a blue-eyed boy, both around sixteen or seventeen years old.
Jiang Chi stood a head taller than the girl.
“Thank you, Senior Jiang,” the girl said, clasping her hands together in gratitude.
Yet, despite holding this adorable pose for a while, the boy remained motionless.
Puzzled, the girl lifted her gaze slightly and saw Jiang Chi frowning slightly as he repeatedly pulled wet wipes from his satchel, meticulously wiping away any traces of their contact.
“Senior Jiang, Senior Jiang, Senior Jiang!”
After several unanswered calls, the girl raised her voice.
Only then did Jiang Chi glance up, his pale blue eyes calm as they met hers.
“Senior Jiang, thank you for helping me earlier!”
The girl pressed her palms together again, tilting her head cutely as she expressed her sincere thanks.
“Mhm.”
Jiang Chi responded indifferently before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away without giving her another chance to speak.
“Hey, Senior Jiang, don’t leave! Don’t you want to know my name? I already know yours-not just that, I’ve admired you for a long, long time!”
The girl chased after him like a bouncing rabbit.
She darted in front of him, then turned around and walked backward step by step, grinning at Jiang Chi with starry-eyed admiration.
“Senior Jiang, do you like Chen Jiajia too? The whole school knows she turned down the school bully for you~~”
“Senior Jiang, do you think you’ll win the title of campus heartthrob again this year?”
“Senior Jiang, what kind of girls do you like? The pure and cute type or the mature and elegant type?”
“Senior Jiang…”
“Enough.”
Jiang Chi halted his steps, coldly interrupting the delicate-looking girl’s incessant chatter.
He slightly lowered his gaze to her face, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
“What exactly do you want?”
“Nothing much, just wanted to get to know Senior Jiang properly.
” The girl tilted her head cutely.
“I already told you, I’m your fan. Naturally, fans get excited when meeting their idol.”
“Fine then.”
Jiang Chi suddenly stopped again and extended his hand.
“Hello, I’m Jiang Chi. Goodbye.”
Without waiting for the girl to react, he swiftly withdrew his hand and quickened his pace to walk away.
The girl stood frozen in place.
Then, taking a deep breath as if making some resolution, she turned and shouted toward the retreating male figure, her black hair dancing in the wind as if declaring to the whole world.
“Senior Jiang, please remember my name! I’m Ji Qingchan!”
“Ji! Qing! Chan!!”
The young man paused and looked back.
Golden sunlight filtered through swaying tree shadows behind her.
Backlit, most of her face was in shadow, but her eyes shone even brighter.
She smiled, her eyes curving like crescent moons, sparkling and translucent.
Their gazes met for just a second before Ji Qingchan flushed red, covering her cheeks with both hands, and ran away like a lovestruck maiden.
Watching her flustered retreat, Jiang Chi pressed his lips together, his blue eyes deep as the night sky without a ripple of emotion.
After a long pause, he finally muttered:
“What a stupid honey trap.”
This first meeting between the youth and maiden marked the beginning of “Ji Qingchan’s” new life, and the prelude to some young man’s budding affection.
* * * * * *
Inside Wanqing Yongxing Academy, in an old, dilapidated storage building.
At a sprinting pace, someone rushed to the door of an inconspicuous dark little room-opening, entering, closing, and locking it in one smooth motion without hesitation.
The small room wasn’t spacious, about twenty square meters, with peeling wall paint, exposed pipes, and damp air that would likely cause rheumatism if lived in long-term.
The furnishings were minimal: a secondhand sofa recently bought, a neatly made white bed, and a brand-new full-length mirror that was all.
“Damn it! Why is this so uncomfortable!”
The moment she entered, Ji Qingchan winced in pain as she pulled off her sports jacket and threw it onto the bed, the whole process taking less than ten seconds.
Underneath the white jacket wasn’t the expected pink girlish underwear, but bare snowy skin, holy light-like jade with undulating curves— a complete wardrobe malfunction.
That’s right-Ji Qingchan was only wearing the sports jacket on top, completely bare beneath, creating an extremely “holy light” aesthetic.
“It hurts hurts hurts like hell! How do other girls endure this?!”
“It’s all rubbed red!!”
“Ouch ouch ouch!!”
Her fair little hands kept rubbing at her chest as she cursed and massaged simultaneously.
As a girl who’d come halfway down this path… no, not even halfway—more like temporary role-playing.
After a long while, the redness finally faded, and Ji Qingchan felt a wave of relief wash over her.
bro doing a really bad job, act natural.
U go ask natural god damn it