Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

"Wait, is that Ruan Yousheng?"

"Holy crap! Ruan Yousheng! Let's get out of here!"

The commotion vanished in an instant.

Yan Weixi breathed a brief sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Ruan Yousheng was behind them, otherwise she would have continued to die.

Yan Weixi ordered a whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs and ate to her heart's content.

After dinner.

Yan Weixi returned to her single room to rest.

She lay on the bed patting her round belly.

"Ah, the female lead is just so great."

"She's beautiful, kind-hearted, and has a sweet tongue; she even treated me to dinner!"

The red panda lay on its bed, munching on bamboo, and wiggling its chubby legs.

"Yeah, yeah."

The two of them were so comfortable that drowsiness quickly overwhelmed them.

They went straight to sleep.

They completely forgot about the attention value.

By the time Yan Weixi woke up, she was already almost late.

She could only grab her schoolbag and run, her ponytail hastily tied up on the road.

Her fingers ran through her hair, grabbing all of it, and just as she was about to tie it up, someone else suddenly appeared at the corner ahead!

She hurriedly shouted, "Make way! Make way!"

Yan Weixi was busy tying her hair and didn't immediately notice someone in front of her, which caused her to not be able to stop in time.

The person on the other side seemed caught off guard and had no time to dodge.

The two collided in a hurried and chaotic manner.

"boom--"

Yan Weixi was suddenly knocked down. Just as she was about to fall, the boy opposite her put his arm around her upper back, very gentlemanly helping her avoid falling.

Because of the sudden accident, Yan Weixi's fingers involuntarily loosened, and her hair, which was not yet tied up, suddenly fell down, just brushing against the boy's fingertips.

He lowered his eyes without making a sound.

After helping her up, the boy quickly withdrew his hand and gave her a polite smile: "Are you alright, Yan?"

Yan Weixi straightened herself before looking at the other person.

The boy was very handsome, with a fair and delicate face and a gentle expression that seemed to convey compassion for humanity, yet also harbored a hint of alluring charm that could play tricks on people.

His features were too exquisite and prominent, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye was the finishing touch that brought out the frivolous and carefree nature hidden in his heart. His short, curly, jet-black hair was lazy and not handsome.

He was surrounded by a faint scent of pine, exuding the scholarly air of a traditional Chinese youth, yet also like a playboy who loves to manipulate people's hearts. His peach blossom eyes and beauty mark made him look at even dogs with deep affection.

Yan Weixi couldn't help but sigh that, apart from her father, her brother, and Huo Xunan, this young man in front of her was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.

but--

She's currently preoccupied with the thought that she's going to be late.

Our homeroom teacher said that being late would be punished!

She could only admire him for a fleeting second, marveling at his beauty and thanking him for his help:

"I'm going to be late, thank you for helping me up!"

After saying that, Yan Weixi dashed towards the teaching building as fast as she could.

The boy stared at Yan Weixi's retreating figure.

The next second, he raised the back of his hand and glanced at it casually.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"I've been waiting for you for so long, Yan Weixi." The boy's eyes were filled with an indescribable, madly longing.

He quickly composed himself.

They've only just met, and he didn't want to scare her.

In the blink of an eye, the boy reverted to his usual lazy nature.

He had intended to stroll over leisurely, but upon seeing Yan Weixi running, he changed his mind and quickened his pace to catch up without hesitation.

He planned to enter the classroom with Yan Weixi.

*

Even though Yan Weixi ran as fast as she could, she was still a step behind the bell.

Saint-Lyr's unique custom-made piano music resounded throughout the corridor.

Yan Weixi stopped dejectedly, pouted, and swiped her student card at the classroom door in a very unpleasant mood.

She had just swiped her student card when a familiar voice came from behind her: "You missed it too?"

Yan Weixi turned around and saw the boy who had helped her up earlier.

She put away her earlier dejection and greeted him naturally, "It's you!"

"I didn't expect we'd be in the same class. Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome." The boy had a perfectly timed smile on his face. "Coincidentally, I should also thank you for opening the door for me."

"Yes, you're welcome!"

the other side.

Ji Xingyi: "..."

Ji Xingyi stood on the podium and silently watched them chatting at the door.

Ji Xingyi was just about to begin today's lesson when she was interrupted by Yan Weixi opening the door.

Not only were they interrupted, but the two late students were also chatting without any sense of self-awareness!

Ji Xing stared at them with a resentful look in her eyes.

Yan Weixi suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She stiffly turned around and met her homeroom teacher's deep gaze.

She shivered instantly and bowed respectfully, saying, "Report! Class teacher, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Seeing that her attitude was fairly sincere, Ji Xingyi quickly turned her cool gaze to the boy next to Yan Weixi.

The boy bowed respectfully and said, "I'm sorry, homeroom teacher, I'm late too."

Ji Xingyi then withdrew her gaze and slowly said, "Considering this is your first offense, I won't punish you by making you stand in the corner this time. Just don't do it again."

“Okay…” Yan Weixi whispered.

Just as she was relieved that she wouldn't be punished, Ji Xingyi shattered her hopes.

Ji Xingyi: "But punishment is necessary. Being late is being late. Yan Weixi and Luo Shimu, you two come to my office after class."

"I understand." Yan Weixi resigned herself to her fate.

Yan Weixi returned to her seat, constantly praying in her heart that Ji Xingyi wouldn't make things difficult for her after class.

but--

As it turned out, her last-minute attempts to salvage the situation were futile.

She accepted the ten practice books that Ji Xingyi gave her with a pained expression.

Who in their family gets punished for being late by having to do ten workbooks?!

Who would dare to be late now?!

Yan Weixi pouted, mentally ranting about Ji Xingyi and his workbook.

She hung her head dejectedly, looking like a pitiful little rabbit.

Ji Xingyi almost softened her heart.

After all, he himself knew that ten practice books were too difficult for him.

But when he thought about how being late was a bad habit, he hardened his heart and refused to give in.

Not only Yan Weixi, but also others were dejected as they clutched their practice books.

Luo Shimu, who was traveling with her, was also carrying the same type of workbook.

The two walked back to the classroom along the same route.

On the road.

Luo Shimu's face showed a look of guilt: "I'm sorry, if I had dodged in time, you wouldn't have been punished by having to write homework."

Yan Weixi didn't hold a grudge: "Don't overthink it. What's done is done, there's no use regretting it now."

"Now that things have come to this, dwelling on the mistakes will only make you more unhappy. You might as well think about what kind of milk tea to drink and what kind of food to eat later."

Yan Weixi is prone to internal turmoil, but she can also cheer up quickly.

Grandma told her:

Internal friction arises from people dwelling on things that they thought shouldn't have happened in the past, or on assumptions about bad things that haven't happened yet in the future.

The former cannot be changed.

The latter has not yet occurred.

Both can be thrown away.

Only by letting go of worries and emptying your mind can you make room to think about happy things.

of course.

It's okay if you can't get rid of it.

Because Yan Weixi secretly added a stroke herself:

There are always people who try to alleviate their guilt or "anxiety" through internal conflict.

Some people feel that they can't think things through, can't control their emotions, and just want to fight internally.

I feel that when I'm in a bad mood, I can't just be happy without caring about anything else.

Naturally, one cannot do what inspirational quotes always say: take it easy, don't overthink, don't fight internally, be happy when you encounter difficulties, and so on.

Yan Weixi is that kind of person.

She cannot be happy all the time and completely free from internal conflict.

That's why she "added a stroke".

Because who says that the world must force itself to avoid internal conflict in order to be right?

Indulging in temporary internal strife.

There's nothing wrong with venting your emotions.