Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Chu Hanqi sat on the edge of the bed and read through all the diaries little by little. Then he closed the diaries and carefully placed them beside the girl's pillow.

If he had seen these things before, they probably wouldn't have stirred the slightest ripple in his heart. But now, looking at the person sleeping soundly beside him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Knowing her feelings, he felt heartache.

Even in her sleep, the girl's brows were slightly furrowed and her lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something.

Chu Hanqi leaned down, listening intently to her murmurs—

"Hanxi, I like you, I really like you." The girl was very uneasy, and crystal tears slid down the corners of her eyes and then disappeared into her hair.

"Song Qingyin, this is what you said..." The man extended his finger, his fingertip gently brushing across her brow. "Therefore, I will not let go."

Chu Hanxi stared at her for a long time, and only left silently when Song Qingyin could no longer keep up the act.

Hearing the door close, Song Qingyin opened her eyes abruptly, staring at the closed door in the darkness, her eyes showing no trace of drunkenness.

[Host, didn't you lock the original owner's diary in the drawer a long time ago? How did it end up here?] Qingyu was surprised, and when did the host arrange all of this?

[Of course I placed it there on purpose. I even deliberately placed a pen between the two so he could see it, and I intentionally chose the angle at which it fell.]

The original owner's feelings should at least be known to others, shouldn't they?

Song Qingyin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, satisfied with the smooth progress of the plan.

"But what if he doesn't look?" Qingyu asked, somewhat puzzled.

[If you don't look, there are other ways.] Sleepiness came over her, and Song Qingyin couldn't help but yawn, turn over, and fall into a deep sleep.

*

Since that day, the two have been communicating more and more frequently, although most of the conversations are about Song Qingyin asking Chu Hanqi for advice. But it's still much better than before when they barely exchanged a few words.

We would go to the library together at school, and occasionally go out for a meal. Our relationship became more and more natural.

As for the female lead, Ji Ying, she seems to have stopped bothering Chu Hanxi for several days now. It's unclear whether she's given up or is up to something again.

That day, after Song Qingyin finished her professional class, she saw Ji Ying waiting at the classroom door.

"Hello, are you Senior Song Qingyin?" Ji Ying blushed slightly and immediately came to greet Song Qingyin after she came out, looking both uneasy and happy. However, if you didn't see the scrutinizing and wary look in her eyes, you would probably really believe that she was just an innocent and cute junior.

"Yes, that's me. I didn't know you were—" Song Qingyin smiled slightly, appearing as a gentle senior student.

"I... my name is Ji Ying, and I'm a freshman in the Computer Science department. I have something to discuss with you, could we talk in private?" Ji Ying said nervously, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. "If you don't have time, we can talk another time," she added, as if afraid of being rejected.

[Little Qingyu, is the female lead setting her sights on me? What do you think she's planning to do?] Song Qingyin asked thoughtfully.

[I don't know, but host, Ji Ying has been contacting people online to investigate you recently.] Ever since her last conversation with Song Qingyin, Qingyu has been collecting all the big data information in this world.

It's no wonder it's produced by the Time and Space Administration; it can absorb and even master the knowledge so quickly. To put it simply, it can access anything it wants to know through the network. The entire network is under its control.

As expected, advanced intelligent agents are born from data, and naturally, they can also control data.

[She's investigating me; it seems she's trying to get to me first. I just don't understand why she's so fixated on Chu Hanqi.]

The conversation between Song Qingyin and Qingyu lasted only a short moment.

"Of course, please wait a moment," Song Qingyin replied gently, displaying a truly gentle and generous nature. In comparison, Ji Ying seemed rather petty.

This discovery almost ruined Ji Ying's composure; she pinched her palms tightly to barely maintain her expression. The harder she pinched, the sweeter her expression became.

Upon witnessing this scene, Song Qingyin's smile deepened. She handed the book to her roommates, asking them to take it back to the dormitory, and then said a few more words.

When Ji Ying saw Song Qingyin looking in her direction, she quickly smiled and nodded back.

The two went to the nearest milk tea shop.

"Senior Song, it's like this," Ji Ying paused, then continued, "Our department is preparing a freshman programming competition, and since you're in the school's student journalist team, we'd like to ask you to help us promote it, and also to warm up for the competition we'll be holding in conjunction with University A later."

If Ji Ying hadn't reminded her, Song Qingyin would have almost forgotten that the original owner of this body was the editor-in-chief of the school's student journalist group.

"This might be difficult to handle. The school's student journalist group only organizes large-scale school-level events. Each department also has its own publicity department, right? You could ask them for help," Song Qingyin said, somewhat troubled.

"Senior Song, even so, our school takes this competition, co-organized with University A, very seriously. We'd like to use this freshman competition to promote it on campus." Ji Ying's eyes were pleading. "Besides, the school's student press corps will definitely be involved in promoting the competition later, so they can also use this freshman competition to better understand the schedule."

"Please, please, Senior Song," Ji Ying said, clasping her hands together in a pleading manner.

“Well… alright,” Song Qingyin reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you, Senior Song!" Ji Ying said happily. "Senior Song, can I come to see you when I'm free? Senior Song is so kind, I really want to be your friend."

"Of course, after all, I really like Ji Xuemei's personality," Song Qingyin smiled, emphasizing the word 'like'.

After her conversation with Ji Ying that day, Ji Ying started visiting Song Qingyin every few days. Sometimes it was about the competition, and sometimes she would take the initiative to invite her out. This actually led to her running into Chu Hanqi a few times, though it was unclear whether it was coincidence or intentional.

That day, Chu Hanqi and Song Qingyin met at the library to study and "coincidentally" ran into Ji Ying.

"Senior Song, what a coincidence!" Ji Ying patted Song Qingyin on the shoulder, her tone full of surprise.

"Hanxi, you're here too?" The tone was affectionate, suggesting a good relationship between the two. However, his gaze seemed to sweep over Song Qingyin almost imperceptibly, carrying a hint of defiance.

"Excuse me, we're not familiar with each other. Please call me by my name, Ji." Chu Hanqi's tone was cold, and she even kept her distance from people, as if she were avoiding some kind of virus.

Upon hearing Chu Hanxi's words, Song Qingyin almost burst out laughing.

"Hanxi, you should be gentler with girls," Song Qingyin said reproachfully. Chu Hanxi didn't say anything after hearing this, but just pursed her lips, but she had obviously taken it to heart.

The stark contrast in their attitudes almost made Ji Ying grit her teeth, a flash of resentment crossing her eyes.