The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

"I know."

Did you sign up for the competition this year, senior?

"No." Liang Qing shook her head.

“Oh,” Chen Cuo’s expression darkened, “Senior, do you know how good Su Heng is at drawing?”

Liang Qing lowered her head and thought for a moment, then finally said, "Those who can get into the art department are naturally not bad."

Chen Cuo was startled. Liang Qing's words actually indicated her approval of Su Heng's painting. Realizing this, his uneasy heart calmed down a bit.

"Senior, I have a favor to ask," Chen Cuo said, perking up.

Before he could even voice his request, Liang Qing stated definitively what he was about to say: "You want me to persuade Su Heng to participate in the painting competition."

Chen Cuo was neither surprised nor flustered that Liang Qing had guessed his purpose. He nodded seriously, "Yes, I hope you can agree to my request, senior."

Liang Qing neither agreed nor refused, but instead asked Chen Cuo, "How much do you know about our affairs?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Cuo immediately frowned.

What do you know? Actually, he originally thought it was just Su Heng's unrequited love, but now it seems that something else happened between the two of them.

Chen Cuo suddenly realized, and cursed under his breath, "He's so stupid."

"Chen Cuo," Liang Qing called out to him.

Chen Cuo shook his head helplessly, "All I know is that he likes you, nothing else."

"Su Heng likes me?" Liang Qing repeated this question over and over.

"Hmm." Even though Su Heng hadn't said it to his face, his every move showed it.

Did he tell you that?

Although he didn't know why Liang Qing kept asking about this, Chen Cuo honestly replied, "No, but it's obvious."

Liang Qing smiled unexpectedly. Chen Cuo was curious about what she was laughing at, so he stared straight at her.

At the same time, that feeling of unease returned, prompting him to ask again, "So, senior, are you willing to try and persuade him?"

"I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee success."

Hearing Liang Qing agree, Chen Cuo felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. "If it's you, senior, I believe he'll listen to you."

Liang Qing remained noncommittal. After hearing Chen Cuo tell her Su Heng's address, she returned to the classroom.

Song Zhiji had already set out the lunch she brought, and as always, he waited for her to start eating before he did. After the meal, he cleaned up everything as usual.

Liang Qing had been expecting him to ask her what Chen Cuo wanted from her all afternoon, but Song Zhiji didn't speak to her until class started.

This surprised Liang Qing. According to the favorability rating announced by the system, Song Zhiji already had romantic feelings for her. Based on his experience from previous missions, in this situation, when a man sees a girl he likes talking to other men, he will always want to know what they are talking about. Of course, the way he asks will vary depending on his personality, but the desire to know this is the same.

The bell rang again, signaling the end of get out of class. Liang Qing finished packing her bag and was about to stand up when Song Zhiji called out to her, "Wait, I'll walk with you."

He stood up from his chair, picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, then looked up at Liang Qing and said, "Let's go."

"Okay." Liang Qing nodded blankly, looking somewhat dazed.

Upon seeing this, Song Zhiji couldn't help but smile, raising his hand to cover it up as if afraid Liang Qing would notice.

"Where are you going with me?" Liang Qing finally asked the question that had been puzzling her since they reached the school gate.

"Come with me to buy books." This was the first time Song Zhiji had spoken to Liang Qing in such a forceful tone, causing Liang Qing to freeze in place, unable to reply for a moment.

Seeing Liang Qing's stiffness, Song Zhiji realized she was frightened by him, so he sighed silently to himself. He still couldn't bring himself to speak to her in a commanding tone.

He could never be tough on Liang Qing.

So he added, with a pleading tone, "Is that alright?"

"Oh," Liang Qing realized what was happening and quickly replied, "Sure, where do you want to buy it?"

"It's nearby. Just walk a little further and turn right." Song Zhiji pointed to a road on their right.

The shops lining both sides of the road are dazzling, most of them food and beverage establishments, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.

As the sun sets, the last rays of the evening sun illuminate the earth, casting long shadows of those bathed in its light.

Outside, students and a few adults lined up in front of different shops, while people inside were busy and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air.

The two walked through shops, passed people, and heard the sounds of cars.

Just as Liang Qing was about to turn onto the main road, Song Zhiji grabbed his right wrist, which was swaying with his steps. Liang Qing subconsciously turned around and saw Song Zhiji looking at his watch on his right hand, muttering, "Liang Qing, let's hurry, the bookstore will close in half an hour."

When Liang Qing came to her senses, Song Zhiji had already pulled her along and started running. Her stamina was average, and she was getting a little tired, so she looked up at Song Zhiji.

It turns out that even though Song Zhiji was so thin, he was actually quite tall.

In that moment of distraction, she forgot to tell Song Zhiji to slow down. When she stood still again, she was already in front of the shop that Song Zhiji had mentioned.

She was panting, and Song Zhiji's face was also covered in a fine sweat. But he took out a tissue from his bag first, and just when Liang Qing thought he was going to hand it to her as usual, her face was pressed against the tissue.

Song Zhiji was wiping her sweat. Liang Qing couldn't help but widen her eyes. Song Zhiji was half-bent over, making his gaze level with hers. His face was very close. Perhaps because he had also run over, his chest was heaving noticeably. Due to his fair skin, the blush on his face was clearly visible.

His movements were gentle, his gaze so focused, and the afterglow of the setting sun made his eyes sparkle.

This is so unusual; it's nothing like the usual Song Zhiji.

A strange feeling rose in Liang Qing's heart, and her subconscious wanted to back away, but she did not run away, because winning over Song Zhiji was her mission.

In order to make him fall completely in love with her, she needed to get closer to him.

"Alright," Song Zhiji stopped what he was doing and smiled brightly, "Sorry for dragging you around and making you tired."

"It's alright." Liang Qing took a breath, took two steps forward, opened the glass door of the bookstore, and turned to Song Zhiji, saying, "Let's go in."

"Welcome." As soon as I stepped into the store, the woman at the front desk stood up to greet me.

She is very likable, and her smile is like a gentle breeze.

"We're just looking around," Song Zhiji said with an apologetic smile.

"Okay, feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

"it is good."

The receptionist sat back down and began flipping through the book in her hand.

This bookstore is of medium size and is decorated very elegantly. The bookshelves are arranged neatly, and not far from the rightmost bookshelf, there is a desktop computer with a sign next to it that reads "Library Reading Area".

Seeing Song Zhiji still walking forward, Liang Qing quickly grabbed his sleeve, "We can check here."