Wanqing Yongxing School, the office of the sports department.
The air seemed frozen at this moment, eerily silent and terrifyingly still, without a single sound.
Ji Yuenian sat with his fingers interlaced on the slightly worn-out desk, his sharp gaze fixed on Su Tian, who had been fidgeting nervously ever since his phone was confiscated.
“Speak.”
The deep male voice cut through the silence with startling clarity, giving Su Tian an opportunity to explain himself.
What followed was Su Tian recounting the entire incident from start to finish.
It turned out that a few days ago, while browsing the school forum, Su Tian had stumbled upon a mysterious account with a green profile.
After some persuasion, he had been intrigued.
But upon adding the person on QQ, he realized they weren’t selling links to shady websites-instead, they claimed to be a “fun-loving writer.”
In short, an enthusiast of “gouzi literature.”
Not only did they enjoy creating such works, but they also liked using people around them as material.
From Su Tian’s speculation, the writer was likely also a student at Wanqing Yongxing School, with a certain level of literary skill.
Their “gouzi literature” was masterfully crafted, reaching the pinnacle of absurdity, and brimming with twisted humor-stories like “The Untold Tale of the School Delinquent and the Homeroom Teacher,” “The Pitiful Underachiever Who Became the School Leader’s Father,” or “The Black-Stockinged Female Teacher Is My Mom,” and so on.
In essence, it was a chaotic mix of pairings: school leaders with delinquents, teachers with heartthrobs, heartthrobs with campus belles, school bullies with campus belles, and even school bullies with heartthrobs with campus belles with school leaders with teachers—
A free-for-all, no-holds-barred mess.
What Su Tian had been reading was a gender-swapped version from the writer’s “Unspeakable Campus Tales” collection.
Ji Yuenian’s face darkened as he listened to Su Tian’s explanation.
He then demanded that Su Tian forward the collection to him.
After downloading it and taking a look, he was met with an overwhelming variety of dazzling, outrageous content.
Just under the “Heartthrob x School Bully” category alone, there were multiple branches-BL version, gender-swapped version, double- gender-swapped yuri version…
Ji Yuenian’s expression turned as black as coal.
In the end, Su Tian left, not daring to even breathe too loudly, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Once Su Tian was gone, Ji Yuenian took out the alternate account under the name “Ji Qingchan” and sent a friend request to the “gouzi literature” enthusiast.
The QQ ID was “Peach Blossom Beckons,” a new account.
Of course who would dare use their main account for something like this?
The friend request was accepted instantly.
Peach Blossom Beckons: 1 yuan for a random collection, 3 yuan for the full set. Double encryption, payment first, password later. Small profits, honest business-please don’t share the password.
Lovely Qingchan: Heard there’s a Heartthrob x School Bully one? shy emoji
Peach Blossom Beckons: Yep. BL version, gender-swapped version, and double yuri version. Also open to custom orders-25 per lk words.
Lovely Qingchan: Could you elaborate, Author-sama? Especially about the custom orders.
Peach Blossom Beckons: Check my QQ space. No time for this.
Hah. Acting all aloof, huh?
Ji Yuenian raised an eyebrow.
Without hesitation, he sent a 200-yuan red envelope.
Ding!
Peach Blossom Beckons: THANK YOU, PATRON SAINT! Allow me to personally answer your questions now.
Peach Blossom Beckons: For example, if you like the BL version, a custom order lets you decide who’s top and who’s bottom. You can also add your favorite elements-cat ears, dual-gender, sentinel-guide ABO dynamics, etc.
Peach Blossoms in Full Bloom: Or perhaps you’d prefer a gender-swapped version? You can also choose who gets swapped and whether they become a loli, a young girl, or a mature woman-completely customizable.
Ji Yuenian’s lips twitched.
Damn! What a talent!
He had seen high school and college students starting businesses before, but this was his first encounter with something like this.
Truly, every profession has its own prodigy!
Peach Blossoms in Full Bloom: So? Interested, Daddy Sponsor? Eager puppy eyes JPG
Ke Mengzhi Chan: Ahem, Peach Blossoms in Full Bloom, right?
You’re in trouble.
A classmate reported you for distributing obscene content.
You have one hour to report to the academic affairs office, or else…
Ji Yuenian clicked send, but after several minutes, there was no response.
When he tried editing and resending, he realized he had already been blocked and deleted.
Damn! Playing dumb, huh?
He clicked on the user’s profile, only to find it had been swiftly deactivated.
Even if someone tracked them down in real life, there’d be no account left to trace.
But then again~
Ji Yuenian stroked his smooth, fair chin and scrolled through his contacts until he found the one labeled “Electric Shock Kid.”
“Hey, Wang Xin, it’s me. Any updates on that QQ account I asked you to investigate last time?”
“What? Still nothing? It’s been a month! Since when are you this slow?”
“Fine, fine. I’ll send you another account from the school forum-check that one too.”
“I know it’s a hassle, but I trust you, man. I’ll treat you to a foot massage afterward-the 998-yuan kind.”
After a round of motivational manipulation, Ji Yuenian hung up.
Glancing at the file on his phone titled “School Bully CP & Heartthrob Collection,” he initially meant to delete it but inexplicably clicked on it instead.
School Bully CP & Heartthrob-Gender-Swapped Edition: The domineering school bully transformed into a tall, mature woman aggressively pursuing the aloof male heartthrob. Contains elements of S&M. Not for the faint of heart.
“Modern folks sure know how to have fun-” Ji Yuenian muttered, yet his fingers kept scrolling.
He glanced around to confirm no one was watching before burying his face in the screen.
He was just looking. Just curious. Absolutely no other intentions.
But Ji Yuenian had forgotten something he once said as “Ji Qingchan”: Curiosity is the beginning of affection.
The boomerang of his past words had now struck him squarely in the heart.
* * *
The tree branches swayed gently, their tender leaves rustling softly in the breeze.
The library of Wanzhou Yongxing School was an exceptionally classical structure.
The first floor featured a grand hall with a ceiling nearly ten meters high, exuding the majestic aura of an ancient imperial palace.
The bookshelves were meticulously arranged, each adorned with exquisite carvings and ornaments.
Jiang Chi frequented the library often.
He loved the tranquility it offered, allowing him to immerse himself in reading without distractions or interruptions.
Unlike the fragmented reading of modern e-books, he preferred the weight and depth of physical books. In such an antiquated setting, it felt as though his soul was being cleansed.
At this moment, the hall bustled with students clad in various outfits, clutching thick tomes or illustrated books, their expressions focused.
Ancient History—The Rise and Fall of the Yuan Empire
Poetry Appreciation: Exploring the Golden Age of the Tang Dynasty
Analyzing the 800-Year Reign of the Huayuan Federation: Why It Defied the 300-Year Historical Cycle
Compared to these, the book in Jiang Chi’s hands, The Self-Cultivation of a Perfect Boyfriend, seemed somewhat out of place-hardly fitting for refined tastes.
Jiang Chi didn’t mind. Or rather, he approached all knowledge with reverence.
Thanks to Ji Qingchan’s efforts over the past month, Jiang Chi was now prepared to face and nurture this relationship seriously.
But did Jiang Chi, a novice in love, truly understand concepts like “boyfriend appeal,” “risqué jokes,” or “how to take the initiative”?
Even if he knew them, could he integrate these theories into a perfect romantic life and put them into practice?
Jiang Chi didn’t know, nor did he understand.
So his solution was to seek answers in books.
Calming his thoughts, Jiang Chi opened the book, and the first thing that caught his eye was the preface:
If you cannot bear responsibility, do not claim to be the dominant one.
If you cannot learn devotion and dedication, do not call yourself the submissive one.
Then came the first page.
As the dominant one, you must have your own preferences and judgments.
Pursue a relationship to fulfill your desires, not merely for fleeting pleasure.
Remember, the likes and dislikes of the submissive may seem indistinguishable to you, for in the end, they will inevitably embrace your affection and love.
As the dominant one, you must have your own boundaries.
You may inform the submissive of your limits in advance, or ask them about their absolute taboos. Boundaries are forbidden zones—high-voltage lines. Cross them, and it’s over.
If the submissive violates your boundaries and you forgive them too easily, you are failing yourself.
Maintain a mindset of quality over quantity.
In short, to become a qualified boyfriend, you must possess keen observation, reasonable leadership, strong self-awareness, and a certain level of financial capability…
Page after page turned, the pale sheets rustling as countless insights flowed into Jiang Chi’s parched mind like water into a sponge.
The blue- eyed boy’s gaze grew brighter with each passing moment, shining like dazzling stars.
The gears of fate turned slowly, guiding the two youths-whose lives had once seemed destined for dullness-bit by bit, until they miraculously converged, like two parallel lines finally finding their intersection.
gouzi literature, I’m guessing this is fanfiction but Chinese. This author really knows their stuff, didn’t expect omega and alpha dynamics as well. Also, snitch! Don’t ruin the fun for everyone else just because of your hypocrisy!