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

Song Zhiji visibly lowered his head.

Can they only be good friends?

He lowered his eyes and looked at Liang Qing quietly for a long time. Seeing that she seemed to be getting nervous because of his silence, he still couldn't bear to say no to her. In the end, he could only give an ambiguous answer: "If you are willing, I can stay by your side for the rest of my life."

Liang Qing visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately beamed with joy, "That's great!"

Seeing her bright smile, Song Zhiji was infected, and the bitterness in his heart was relieved a lot by the smile.

"Can you promise me one thing?" Song Zhiji sat up straight.

Liang Qing smiled and nodded: "Go ahead."

Let's find some time to go out and have some fun together.

He was unwilling to remain just friends with Liang Qing; he wanted to change her mind before she completely categorized their relationship as friendship.

So he made this condition: he wanted Liang Qing to understand his feelings during this date, but he didn't know if Liang Qing would agree.

He nervously licked his lips, but thankfully Liang Qing didn't keep him on edge for long; she quickly agreed, "Okay."

Song Zhiji outwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she expected, after her provocation, Song Zhiji did take action.

This is a good opportunity; she must first stabilize Song Zhiji's favorability towards him.

Once Song Zhiji breaks through 90, he can focus his energy on the other three.

But why can't she be happy at all?

Liang Qing looked out the window, but kept her eyes down.

The rain today was no joke; even after the two got off the bus at their stop, the rain showed no signs of letting up.

Even with an umbrella, the two of them still got quite a bit splashed by the rain.

As Liang Qing was wiping his schoolbag on the table with a tissue, the class's sports committee member came over. He was a very enthusiastic person and always had a smile on his face.

"Hey, Liang Qing, Song Zhiji." He walked up to Liang Qing and Song Zhiji with his signature toothy smile and greeted them.

It's really hard not to pay attention to such a warm and smiling face.

Liang Qing smiled politely and was about to speak when Song Zhiji spoke first: "Good morning, Zhichu."

Wu Zhichu chuckled and took out the registration form and pen from behind him: "Good morning, are you two going to register for the sports competition this year?"

Although Song Zhiji's stomach ailment had recently improved thanks to Liang Qing's secret treatment and he was much healthier, sports were not his forte, so he shook his head and said, "I won't apply."

“Okay.” Song Zhiji’s refusal was within Wu Zhichu’s expectations, so he smiled nonchalantly and asked Liang Qing, “Liang Qing, what about you?”

Just as Liang Qing was about to refuse, Wu Zhichu continued nagging, "Liang Qing, you can't not sign up! You won first place in horse racing, swimming, and archery last year. It wouldn't be right not to sign up."

Xiao Qi also informed her, "[Host, Xiao Qi has detected that Qin Zhouyu, the target of your pursuit, has signed up for horse racing, and Yan Su, the target of your pursuit, has signed up for archery.]"

Although Liang Qing didn't want to miss the opportunity to get closer to the two male leads, she felt somewhat powerless. Archery was easy enough, but horse racing was very difficult for her.

She could indeed ride a horse, but ever since she transmigrated to this world, her physical condition had never been very good. Not to mention that she would almost faint if she didn't eat breakfast, she would be out of breath after running a few laps under normal circumstances. How could she cope with a high-intensity sport like horse racing?

Xiao Qi seemed to understand her concerns and spoke up at the right moment, [Host, don't worry, the system will help you win the competition.]

Then there's no reason to refuse.

“Then I’ll sign up for archery and horse racing,” Liang Qing said to Wu Zhichu after a moment’s thought.

She removed the swimming scene, which was unrelated to the male protagonists.

"Okay, I'll submit it then." Wu Zhichu finished registering and left.

Liang Qing looked down to continue wiping her schoolbag, which had been soaked by the rain, only to find that there was no trace of rainwater left on it.

Liang Qing looked at Song Zhiji, the "fairy godmother" who was wiping the table with his head down, and gently tugged at his sleeve. "Thank you."

Song Zhiji paused, then said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

As Liang Qing pulled back her tug on his sleeve, she heard his low voice, tinged with grievance, "Could you please stop thanking me?"

"What's wrong? Don't you like it when people thank you?"

Song Zhiji shook his head.

Saying thank you is a very polite thing to do, and he doesn't dislike it.

However, excessive politeness can imply unfamiliarity.

Whenever Liang Qing uttered the word "thank you," he inexplicably felt a great distance between them.

"I did these things not to get your thanks."

Liang Qing blinked. "I know, but I want to thank you for your help. Just like when I help you, don't you say thank you to me too?"

Song Zhiji fell silent. Indeed, he often thanked Liang Qing himself. Was he being a little too sentimental?

Wouldn't Liang Qing think that he was "allowing officials to set fires while forbidding ordinary people to light lamps"?

As he thought about it, he realized how childish he had been and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

Song Zhiji met Liang Qing's surprised gaze and said, "I was just thinking that we seem to always be thanking each other."

Liang Qing thought back for a moment and realized that they had indeed thanked each other a lot. She couldn't help but laugh and agreed, "It seems that's true. If we wrote down all the things we said to each other, I estimate that more than half of them would be 'thank you'."

"Yes."

That's what made him sad; he and Liang Qing had talked far too little all along.

Song Zhiji, on a sudden inspiration, said half-jokingly, "Liang Qing, in order to let us talk about more things, should we make a deal?"

"What agreement?" Liang Qing asked with interest.

"We made a pact never to say thank you to each other again, not even with any words of thanks."

"What if you speak first?"

Song Zhiji thought for a moment, "Then I'll agree to one thing for you unconditionally, but if you say it first, you have to agree to one thing for me unconditionally, okay?"

Liang Qing considered it for a while, thought it was feasible, and agreed.

Song Zhiji gently tapped her forehead: "It's a promise, you can't go back on your word."

Liang Qing gave an OK sign, "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond."

As soon as Wu Zhichu returned to his seat, his deskmate immediately asked him, "How did it go? Did Liang Qing report it?"

"I signed up for horse racing and archery." Wu Zhichu was surprised that his usually serious deskmate was suddenly so gossipy, but since the news would come out sooner or later, he didn't hide it from him.

To his surprise, his deskmate frowned upon hearing this, his face darkening considerably.

Seeing his strange appearance, Wu Zhichu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

His deskmate seemed to be deep in thought, unable to hear what he was saying, and turned his face away without replying.

Wu Zhichu was left completely puzzled, but being a carefree person, he soon forgot about it.