Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Ignore it." Thinking about what had just happened, his eyes grew even colder, and his tone was full of impatience.

"She's been waiting for you again. Good persistence!" The speaker was a chubby boy, everyone called him Little Fatty. He was always smiling and very popular.

"Where's the boss?" Chu Hanxi didn't say much, but changed the subject. The boss he was referring to was actually their dormitory head, so they gave him that nickname.

"I'm going on a date," the bathroom door opened, and the speaker was a tall, thin boy named Li Yang. He was a straightforward and outspoken northerner.

Chu Hanqi nodded, saying nothing more. He sat down at his desk, gazing at the gift on the table, lost in thought. He rarely felt this way. He had always considered himself an emotionally detached person, with little emotional fluctuation, like a spectator, detached from the world, as if any emotion was separated from him by a thin film.

But today...

He felt his heart pounding, and many times he would lose himself in thought when he looked at Song Qingyin, like a rootless duckweed that had suddenly found its direction and a place to belong. He had never felt this way in his previous life.

He reached out and opened the box containing the cufflinks. The diamonds sparkled silently, and the image of Song Qingyin smiling appeared in his mind. The curve of her lips showed her good mood.

"Nice taste, who gave it to you?" Li Yang had somehow gotten close to him, looked at the cufflinks in his hand, then glanced at Chu Hanqi's expression, and reached out to take the cufflinks from his hand to examine them. "Judging from your expression, what's wrong, are you lovesick?"

Chu Hanqi snapped out of her daze, her eyes suddenly turning cold. She quickly closed the box, avoiding Li Yang's hand, and said, "Don't touch it." Her voice was chillingly cold.

Li Yang paused for a moment, then shrank his neck and said cautiously, "If you don't want to touch me, then don't touch me," clearly startled.

"Hanxi, the person who gave you this gift must be someone very important to you, right?" Little Fatty clicked his tongue and smiled to ease the atmosphere.

"Why do you say it was a gift? Why couldn't I have bought it myself?"

"Tsk, your expression doesn't look like you bought it, otherwise you would be smiling so broadly." The chubby guy shrugged. Actually, he was exaggerating. Chu Hanqi always had excellent self-control. It was hard to see his thoughts from his expression. He said this only because he knew him a little. On the other hand, he also wanted to try to trick him and see if he could get any information.

See, they've tricked us out of it.

"Is that so?" Chu Hanqi murmured. So that's how it was—

She's an important person. Having figured out the source of that strange feeling in my heart, I've made up my mind.

"Hey Fatty, Fatty, look at the forum! There's a really pretty girl on the forum!" Li Yang clearly hadn't taken the little incident to heart, and after changing his attention, he started chattering away again. As for why he didn't call Chu Hanxi, it was simply because she wasn't interested in any of that.

"What girl?" The chubby boy sidled up to Li Yang, browsing the forum together. "Someone's found out who she is; she's from our school!"

"How come I didn't know such a beautiful girl? Do you think I could win her over?" Li Yang's tone was eager.

"Chinese Literature Department, Song Qingyin, what a lovely name!"

“You can’t catch up with her, and she could never like you,” Chu Hanxi replied with a forced smile upon hearing the familiar name.

"Hey, how did you know I..." Li Yang started to say, then suddenly realized, "No way! Hanqi, you went out with this girl today, so the person she's waiting for downstairs is you!!!"

"Mmm," Chu Hanqi responded softly, which was her reply.

After thinking for a moment, I turned on my computer, found the forum, and saw the top post—a photo, probably taken secretly that morning while I was waiting for him downstairs. The photographer was very skilled, capturing the perfect atmosphere. The post already had thousands of comments.

"Ahhh, this girl is so beautiful!"

"I need all of this girl's information in three minutes, she's stunningly beautiful."

"Hey girl, are you waiting for someone downstairs at the boys' dormitory? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Replying to the comment above, Song Qingyin is a Chinese literature major, single, you're welcome. PS: She's super gentle!"

"Tch, she's obviously had plastic surgery."

"Hey upstairs, if you can't speak properly, just shut up. Who are you being sarcastic about?"

……

The comment section was buzzing, but Chu Hanqi's expression grew increasingly grim as she read, a displeasure rising from the feeling that something of hers was being coveted. Her fingers flew across the keyboard; she contacted the administrator, and then…

"Hey, why is it gone?" Li Yang refreshed the webpage again, only to find that the post had been deleted. He glanced at the person beside him with a cold aura and decisively shut up.

Leaving aside the excitement here, Song Qingyin's side was also buzzing with excitement because of this post.

"Yinyin, so many people are asking about you on the forum!" Ling Ziyan scrolled through the comments, her phone clicking away, seemingly typing away. "My beautiful Yinyin's stunning looks have finally been discovered!"

"So, Yinyin, you went to wait for someone downstairs at the boys' dormitory this morning?" Zheng Ke pushed up his glasses. "But are these posts okay?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll calm down in a couple of days." I had just finished showering when I heard Ling Ziyan's startled reaction, and I got a general idea of ​​what had happened.

She was carefully applying a face mask, completely oblivious to all other things. She'd rather sleep a little longer than waste that time.

I woke up too early this morning and I'm sleepy.

"Hey, why was the post deleted?" Ling Ziyan was slightly puzzled, but unable to find the reason, she stopped paying attention. She was always carefree and easygoing. She lay on the bed sighing.

"I wonder who is worthy of my beautiful Yinyin."

Hearing Ling Ziyan's words, a smile flashed in Song Qingyin's eyes. "Little Qingyu, guess if Chu Hanxi made this?"

【have no idea】

[Tsk, what use are you?]

[Host, we're bound together. I didn't explain... well, you know.]

[Little Qingyu, not bad! Your silver tongue is getting better and better.]

[Same here] Song Qingyin laughed in exasperation.

*

The post elicited joy from some, but also displeasure from others.

In the dark room, only the computer screen was lit, and the shadow cast on the screen flickered slightly.

"Song Qingyin"

"Is it because of her?"

"Ha, there's nothing I can't get if I want it."

"Song Qingyin, Chu Hanqi, we'll see."

A sinister voice echoed in the room.

"Hey"

"It's me. Help me investigate someone..."