After being betrayed, mocked, and slandered in a fluff piece linking her to that insufferable woman Hua Mingye, Mu Nanqiu calmly asked herself:
What’s the best way to get revenge on a two-faced rat like that?
Physical torment?
Oh, most definitely. But first—first she would crush him mentally.
She opened her phone and drafted a text.
「I want this person’s information.」
Attached: Su Yao’s QQ ID.
A few moments later, she received a reply—just a string of ellipses.
Then her phone rang.
“Hey, Xiao Qiu, why do you need this guy’s info?”
“Just send it.”
Her voice was curt, icy. The person on the other end paused. Nanqiu knew this could become a big deal, so she softened—barely.
“Relax. I won’t drag you into anything.”
Still, silence lingered.
Getting someone’s personal data through their QQ was easy.
Most accounts these days were linked to phone numbers and ID cards.
But Mu Nanqiu wasn’t using some sketchy third-party tool—she had connections.
The kind that pulled government-level records in under 10 minutes.
Soon enough, she had what she needed:
Name, gender, age, school, phone number.
No home address, though. She rolled her eyes—Did they think she was some kind of villainous rich girl who bullies people for fun?
Then her gaze froze on one line.
Same city. Same university.
“…Seriously?” she muttered. “What are the odds…”
Perfect.
That would make everything easier.
She closed her eyes, already imagining it.
“I want to see you cry and beg me for forgiveness. That would be wonderful.”
***
When Su Yao finished chatting with Nanqiu, it was already past 6 p.m.
They had talked for four or five hours straight.
And she was still buzzing from the excitement.
She didn’t get like this often—only when chatting online, hidden behind a screen, talking to strangers about things she loved.
That was when her smile came out without restraint.
In her good mood—and high off her first big donation—Su Yao decided to splurge and treat herself. She ordered KFC from Ele.me.
A whopping 69 yuan meal. A feast!
The food arrived around 6:30. She wolfed it down, then hopped on her bike and rushed to the university for evening study hall.
First-year students were still required to attend.
And no one really studied. Unless a teacher was present, the classroom devolved into a giant chatroom.
A handful of diligent students studied, but the rest just talked, laughed, and played on their phones.
Su Yao, while considered upper-middle tier in academics, wasn’t one of those “top of the class” types.
She didn’t want to be here, but skipping too many sessions came with punishment.
So jealous of the upperclassmen who don’t have to attend these…
When she arrived, the classroom was still mostly empty.
No sign of the class advisor. No sign of Wang Jing either.
She quickly took a seat in the corner.
“I wonder what Wang Jing-senpai is up to…”
She reached for her phone to check webnovels, but suddenly felt someone sit beside her.
Su Yao immediately stiffened. Her instincts screamed at her.
It was a boy.
Tall, broad shoulders, darker complexion—a classic jock. He had that basketball guy vibe.
“Hey, you’re Su Yao, right? Been seeing you hang out with Wang Jing a lot lately.”
“…We’re not close.”
Though they’d been in the same class for three months, she couldn’t recall his name. All she had were vague labels:
Plays basketball, sings, popular with girls…
Basically, a walking cliché of everything she detested—a normie who should be burned at the stake.
He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder—Su Yao dodged without hesitation.
He just chuckled, still smiling.
“Figured as much.”
Su Yao wasn’t good at socializing, but she wasn’t dumb. She knew what he meant.
“Someone like you? Wang Jing would never go for a bean sprout like you.”
The passive-aggressive taunt was clear.
Su Yao didn’t reply. She just stood up and changed seats.
She did like Wang Jing—her smile, her energy. But it would be a whole lot better if that senpai stayed far away.
Evening study ended at 9:00.
The moment the bell rang, Su Yao sprinted to her bike and rode home.
***
Beizhi was waiting.
The moment Su Yao logged into the game, she was greeted with a message.
「Is your girlfriend that much fun to play with?」
The text practically dripped with passive-aggressive spite.
Even without opening it, Su Yao could feel Beizhi’s sulking aura leaking through the screen.
She sighed.
I’m doomed…
「Not at all… we’re just normal friends. We only met today.」
Su Yao quickly explained in reply to Beizhi’s sulking message.
They had agreed to spend the afternoon gaming together, but Su Yao had ended up chatting with the wealthy donor for nearly five hours, completely blowing her off.
She didn’t mean to flake—but once she started talking, she couldn’t stop.
Knowing it was her fault, Su Yao apologized sincerely.
Beizhi accepted the apology without further grumbling and instead began talking about her own family gossip.
「Guess what? I think my ice-block of a sister is in love. No kidding. She was staring at her phone, giggling like an idiot. I’ve never seen her laugh like that before.」
Su Yao sighed.
She still thinks I’m in a relationship…
There was no point trying to explain.
Some people you just couldn’t convince unless you punched them in the face—and Su Yao didn’t have the guts to hit Beizhi, even if she were standing right in front of her saying “go ahead.”
「I’ve tried dating before too, even dated girls. But I never found it very fun. We all broke up in the end.」
Wait, what?
Su Yao’s imagination immediately derailed.
She pictured a sugar daddy-type tycoon “raising” a high school beauty, who later had a spiritual awakening by the riverside and devoted herself to the path of gaming monkhood.
Beizhi’s turning into a kidney-depleted princeling in my head…
Su Yao slapped herself.
Get it together!
「Hey, ManTou, is your girlfriend well-endowed?」
「???」
「Well, your ID is ‘LoverOfBigWhiteManTous’ right? I bet your girlfriend’s got big one,」
Su Yao stared at the screen, utterly speechless.
Then her gaze drifted to the game window where her character—a delicately dressed priestess—stood quietly.
Her mind wandered.
She imagined an elegant older woman—tall, beautiful, with a graceful figure.
Outwardly calm, inwardly gentle.
Someone who would comfort her when she was sad, accept her unconditionally, and be warm and nurturing like a mother, but also playful like a best friend.
They’d go to the movies together—Su Yao had never been to one—and maybe even travel.
Her thoughts trailed off into soft dreams…
With a whispered goodnight, the vision popped like a bubble, leaving behind a hollow kind of warmth.
After clearing the dungeon, Su Yao lay down and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
***
The next morning, the first thing Su Yao noticed was a tightness in her chest.
When she pressed her hand to it, she felt a subtle ache.
She glanced at the clock—almost late.
They had gamed way too late last night, and now she was scrambling.
The discomfort in her chest was strange, but she had no time to dwell on it.
It was Friday.
After two morning lectures, only one PE class remained in the afternoon.
Su Yao had always been bad at sports.
Now, after that strange dream a few days ago, she felt even weaker.
Just biking across campus drained her.
Today’s PE class focused on basketball.
The teacher was serious, and her classmates were enthusiastic—especially the boys, since
Wang Jing was present.
They were clearly trying to show off for her.
But Wang Jing’s attention?
Entirely locked onto Su Yao.
After a clumsy layup, Su Yao didn’t even check whether the ball went in.
She just jogged off, breathless.
Her stamina was in shambles.
After warm-up drills, three laps around the track, and now practice drills—she was on the verge of collapse.
She tried to find a shady spot to squat down and rest, but the area where the girls were already resting felt off-limits. It wasn’t full, but Su Yao felt awkward about plopping herself down among them.
It’d look weird, right? A guy sitting among girls?
Just as she was about to look elsewhere, someone blocked her path—Wang Jing.
Technically, boys had a separate PE teacher, so Wang Jing had already finished supervising her own group. She stood in front of Su Yao now, tall and confident, holding out a bottle of water.
“Here, drink.”
“I-I’m fine… I’m not thirsty…”
Suddenly, Su Yao felt every pair of eyes on her.
She stiffened completely.
Wang Jing gently patted her shoulder and smiled.
“You’re drenched in sweat. You need to rehydrate.”
“…”
“And take off your jacket. It’s too hot today, you’re overdressed.”
She’s just worried about me…
Su Yao turned her face away. Hesitantly, she reached for her zipper.
But the moment she pulled it down an inch and saw what was underneath, she quickly zipped it back up again—the damp white shirt clung to her chest, revealing two distinct bulges.
She froze.
Her heart stopped.
She felt like her soul left her body.
Then, mercifully, the PE teacher blew his whistle.
“Boys, line up! Three laps! Then free activity!”
Su Yao bolted toward the group without looking back, like she was running for her life.
Wang Jing watched her go, fuming.
She turned and glared at the PE teacher like she wanted to break his kneecaps.
She walked over to a bench and sat down with both water bottles in hand. A girl with braided pigtails slid up beside her.
“Senpai, are you close with Su Yao?”
“…Do we look close?”
Wang Jing sighed.
“He’s a bit of a loner. Your class advisor asked me to help look after him. But he’s always pushing me away…”
“I see…”
The girl with braids adjusted her glasses and scanned the student lineup.
She spotted Su Yao—and watched as someone shoved him.
He fell, hard.
Damn. Her transformation ain’t done yet. She really won’t be able to hide that soon.
Thanks for the chapter!
ah the MC is so sweet and innocent, i’m gonna die sweetness overload