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

Liang Qing paused for a moment, and when she saw Song Zhiji's ambiguous expression, she gave up the idea and chose to continue walking with him towards the classroom. During this time, she did not forget to fix her hair and pull up her collar to cover the scars on her neck.

It was right after class, and the playground and corridors were full of people. Many people were surprised to see them holding hands and kept glancing at them.

Liang Qing felt a little embarrassed and secretly glanced at Song Zhiji. Seeing that he ignored these gazes, she stopped being coy.

She was already planning to win him over, so this was a lucky accident.

Back in the classroom, Song Zhiji let go of her hand and started helping her pack her schoolbag.

Liang Qing stopped his hand and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

He was stopped by her and looked up to answer, only to find that many people in the classroom were looking at them.

If people find out what Qin Zhouyu did to Liang Qing, there will definitely be a lot of rumors, which will not be good for Liang Qing.

So he leaned closer to Liang Qing and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Liang Qing felt much better now, with no discomfort except for the marks on her neck that hadn't faded.

"I'm fine, I'll just apply some medicine when I get back."

Song Zhiji frowned. "No."

Although she had covered it with her collar, Song Zhiji remembered that her neck had been severely bruised and purple just now.

Liang Qing helped him sit down and reiterated, "I'm really fine."

Seeing the disapproval on Song Zhiji's handsome face, she sat down as well and softly repeated, "I'm really fine."

Looking at her smiling face, Song Zhiji couldn't bring himself to get angry. He pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before finally uttering only two words, "Whatever you want."

But this "whatever you want" clearly doesn't mean I'm going along with your wishes; it means I don't want to care about you anymore.

Liang Qing could tell from his tone that he was unhappy, but this time she really didn't know what was making him angry.

Why don't we just ask?

But given Song Zhiji's personality, he certainly wouldn't admit it.

Should we not ask?

Wouldn't we be plunged into another Cold War?

She frowned in hesitation, but finally decided to ask directly, as it would be a shame to miss this opportunity.

She casually tidied her stray hairs and tentatively called out to him, "Song Zhiji."

"What is it?" Song Zhiji replied as if it were just a polite response, his fair fingers turning the pages of the book without giving her a second glance.

Liang Qing was a little uneasy, "Are you...?"

Before I could finish speaking, the English teacher's voice came over.

"Come on, students, class is about to begin."

Seeing that all the classmates had stood up, Liang Qing also stood up and silently swallowed back the words she had said.

He glanced at Song Zhiji, who seemed completely uninterested in what she had only said halfway through. After sitting down, he began to concentrate on the podium.

Alright, the poor thing is really angry.

Liang Qing sighed inwardly. She had finally made it to the end of the school year and was about to continue her conversation with Song Zhiji when she saw him deftly zip up his backpack, sling it over his shoulder, and leave the classroom without a word.

Liang Qing panicked and quickly slung her backpack over her shoulder to catch up.

Fortunately, Song Zhiji hadn't gone far, and she caught up in a few steps, but he clearly wanted to distance himself from her, so he quickened his pace.

She struggled to keep up, and finally, when she was completely exhausted, she called out, "Song Zhiji."

Song Zhiji's handsome figure paused for a moment, and just when Liang Qing thought he was going to stop and wait for her, he started walking again.

"..."

Liang Qing felt a little embarrassed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, endured the discomfort in her body, and continued to walk in his direction.

Unfortunately, I lost track of them when we rounded a corner.

The crowd was bustling, but Song Zhiji was nowhere to be seen.

Liang Qing sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.

Then I remembered the "actors" I had arranged for today. Now that the "male lead" wasn't showing up, they were no longer needed.

Because she was hired anonymously, the other party only knew that the person they were supposed to ambush was Liang Qing, but did not know that the employer was also Liang Qing. In order to avoid having to deal with it again later, she took out her phone from her bag to send a message to cancel the plan.

Before I could even press send, a large shadow loomed over me.

Looking up, she saw several punk-style teenagers blocking her way.

The boy with blue-streaked hair, who was leading the group, put his hands in his pockets, whistled, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Miss, come with us."

"..."

Liang Qing felt that she was having a really bad day. First, she was almost strangled to death by Qin Zhouyu, then she lost track of Song Zhiji, and now she was being blocked by the people she had arranged.

But she couldn't directly say that she was the employer, because secrets can't stay hidden forever, and if word got out, it would be troublesome, and she would lose face.

Fortunately, she only arranged for them to be stuck in traffic for thirty minutes; they just needed to get through those thirty minutes.

So she stopped acting and calmly nodded.

Seeing how cooperative she was, the boys looked at each other with some surprise.

Especially the blue-haired leader, whose smile froze on his face, swallowing back the threatening words he was about to say.

Liang Qing walked among a group of teenagers with brightly colored hair, following them into the alley, his face ashen.

As soon as the group of teenagers reached the end, they automatically split into two rows, standing with remarkable presence.

Liang Qing was taken aback. Is it really necessary to put on such a grand show these days?

A boy slowly walked out from between the two rows of teenagers. Compared to the colorful hair of the others, his black hair looked particularly normal.

The boy casually scratched the stray hairs on his head, his eyes looking lazy and as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Liang Qing narrowed her eyes, looking at the young man who walked up to her with some surprise.

This person bears a striking resemblance to Qin Zhouyu.

The boy yawned and glanced at her lazily. "You're Liang Qing?"

Liang Qing readily agreed, "Mm."

The boy found her composure amusing, his eyes clearing as he bent down slightly and brought his face closer to hers.

He placed his finger on his chin, his eyes filled with inquiry, as if analyzing her facial features.

Liang Qing felt a little uneasy under his gaze; she felt as if he wasn't looking at a person, but rather at a work of art.

She glared at him displeased. "What are you doing?"

The boy straightened up, squinted, and said with a hint of admiration, "You're really good-looking."

"..."

After a while, he added, "But I'm not bad either."

Tsk, how narcissistic.

Liang Qing glanced at him, but upon closer inspection, she had to admit that what he said did make some sense.

To be fair, he does have a look that rivals the four male leads.

Both he and Qin Zhouyu are handsome men with sharp features, but his eyes and brows have a more eerie quality, giving him a more sinister air than Qin Zhouyu.

Liang Qing looked up and saw his eyes, which were covered by thick eyelashes, seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Just as she was wondering, the boy curled his lips into a smug smile and said, "I know I'm pretty good, but you don't have to keep looking."

"You think too much."

"Is that so?" He chuckled softly.

Liang Qing did not respond.