Right? What right?

Don’t you know in your heart whether you came or not?

Justice has long arms; could she, Shi Sui, condone this kind of malicious truancy behavior?

Absolutely not—

“Right.” Under everyone’s gaze, she heard herself say uncontrollably, “He was here.”

“…”

So it was his memory that was wrong? The old professor nodded: “Alright, sit down.”

This little episode was thus concluded.

A strange silence fell over the back rows.

Shi Sui felt silent contempt from her roommates’ silence.

And.

Light mockery from Yan Tingli’s almost-smiling expression.

Shi Sui couldn’t hold back.

She moved her right foot, under the desk, preparing to stomp hard on Yan Tingli’s shoe.

Halfway through lifting her foot, as if her action had been predicted, Yan Tingli casually moved away, and she hit nothing but air.

The next second.

Her calf was hooked from the inside.

Fabric rubbing.

Seductively and indecently, sliding from top to bottom.

Shi Sui stiffened, immediately trying to pull her leg back.

But couldn’t pull it away.

Just then, Xue Jing on her left leaned over: “Sui Sui.”

She was startled, almost thinking Xue Jing had already seen what was happening under the desk, her breath catching in her chest.

Also in the previous second, Yan Tingli finally moved his leg away.

Xue Jing said, “Are you not going to watch tomorrow? Even though it’s robots, this competition is quite interesting.”

Shi Sui was afraid Yan Tingli would hear, so she mouthed quietly: “I’m not going, really not going.”

“Alright then.” Xue Jing said, “Then I’ll give the tickets to them.”

“Mm-hmm.”

As they spoke, the dismissal bell rang.

The crowd dispersed.

Shi Sui didn’t want to face Yan Tingli, so she took the long way, following Xue Jing and the others’ direction.

They sat in the back few rows, no wonder Yan Tingli could walk straight over and sit down without anyone finding it odd.

But fate would not cooperate.

“Classmate.” Yan Tingli’s voice came from behind.

Classmate?

Calling who? Calling her?

Shi Sui wanted to pretend she hadn’t heard, but Xue Jing beside her nudged her with her elbow: “Yan Tingli is calling you, he’s calling you!”

“…”

She couldn’t keep pretending.

Shi Sui could only turn around with a stiff face: “…Mm?”

Yan Tingli maintained a refined and polite appearance, saying gently, “Thank you, classmate.”

Such good acting.

“…No need to thank me.” Shi Sui said with a wooden expression.

“I still need to thank you.” His smile was warm.

But it gave Shi Sui goosebumps all over.

She just wanted to escape quickly, turned around, and left the classroom.

“Sui Sui, I really couldn’t tell.” Lin Anran put her arm around her shoulder. “You have so few principles?”

Xue Jing: “Exactly, you’re quite bold, lying so seriously in front of so many people.”

Lin Anran: “Beauty clouding judgment, beauty clouding judgment.”

“…” Enough.

Shi Sui was powerless to protest.

Her phone buzzed once.

She had a bad feeling and secretly glanced at it. Sure enough, it was from that annoying guy.

[Come over]

Followed by a classroom number.

After leaving the building, Shi Sui turned off her screen, inconspicuously made excuses to part ways with her roommates.

She took a detour back to the teaching building they’d just left.

Yan Tingli had sent a classroom number from their college, a small classroom that required permission to enter.

It was said that the Interdisciplinary Institute’s classrooms all had extremely modern designs, and they were habitually domineering and well-funded, so even the classrooms allocated by the teaching building only allowed students from their institute to enter.

When Shi Sui reached the door, there was a beep, showing her verification had passed.

She smoothly opened the door and entered.

The door closed magnetically behind her.

She looked up, puzzledly, then turned to see Yan Tingli sitting at the podium.

His fingertips were playfully, casually tapping the keyboard.

Shi Sui guessed he had modified some program to let her pass through without obstruction.

“Why did you call me here?”

“Come over.” He didn’t turn around.

Shi Sui cautiously stood by the door, not approaching: “For what?”

“To kiss.”

“…Not kissing.”

“No one can come in here.”

His tone held the matter-of-fact certainty of someone in complete control.

“…” Shi Sui still didn’t move. Kissing in a school classroom was something she couldn’t do.

After a long pause: “You called me here just for this?”

“Not entirely.”

“Then if there’s business, let’s talk business.” Shi Sui was speechless.

“I want to kiss you.”

Shi Sui: “But not in a classroom.”

“I won’t have time to go to the apartment this week. I can’t hold back.”

“Come over, just kissing.”

Shi Sui argued with him until she was almost thirsty before realizing something was wrong.

Usually.

Yan Tingli might have already started his three-two-one countdown and forced the issue. Would he waste so many words with her?

Could it be that last slap was effective, and he’d slightly reformed?

Shi Sui was scared by this thought.

It was indeed an illusion.

The next second.

Yan Tingli got annoyed, his eyes darkly pressing down. He lifted his long legs and stepped forward in two strides.

Very directly, his thumb and forefinger gripped her chin, pried open her lips and teeth, his tongue licking and playing.

Shi Sui often felt he was addicted to this kind of thing.

She had even looked up information online, felt the symptoms matched, and privately diagnosed Yan Tingli with sex addiction.

“You promised,” sensing his hand moving toward her waist, Shi Sui sensitively stopped him, “just kissing.”

Yan Tingli bit her lower lip, apparently displeased.

But he didn’t make any more excessive moves, just kissed more erotically.

Until satisfied, he barely pulled back some distance.

In the air, a transparent string of saliva stretched between them, which he wiped away with his thumb.

Watching this, only two words echoed in Shi Sui’s mind: lewd and wanton.

“Finished kissing,” Shi Sui averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed, “what else is there?”

Her phone, in her bag, was taken by Yan Tingli.

“You—” Shi Sui tried to grab it, but things that fell into his hands were impossible to get back.

His gaze became cold and indifferent. “Deliberately not replying?”

Shi Sui took a while to react, until she understood he was talking about the reporting message he’d sent at noon.

She blinked.

“I replied.”

“In your head.” Shi Sui tried to make her expression as innocent as possible. “Besides, you never used to send me messages.”

“I’m sending them now.”

Shi Sui: “?”

“If you don’t reply, I’ll be unhappy.”

Shi Sui: “Don’t you chat online…”

“I want to send them now.” Yan Tingli said.

Shi Sui was speechless.

Originally, it was just making her life difficult when they met, but now, even her remaining online time would be monopolized!

“There’s one more thing,” Yan Tingli lowered his head, whispering in her ear, “I heard it, tomorrow’s competition, you don’t want to go?”

Shi Sui: “…”

She could only slowly put on a shocked expression: “So you’re also participating in this competition?”

“Tomorrow, I want to see you in the audience.” Yan Tingli was too lazy to expose her, lightly kissing her lips once, his voice gentle but threatening, “If Sui Sui doesn’t come, I’ll be unhappy.”

Shi Sui’s heart wept for the hard-won leisurely weekend, trying to struggle: “I told my roommate I wasn’t going, she probably doesn’t have tickets anymore.”

Then she thought.

Getting a ticket would be even easier for Yan Tingli, and if she were forced to go and run into her roommates, she wouldn’t be able to explain with two mouths.

She quickly changed her words: “I’ll go back and ask my roommate again.”

If there were no tickets, there was nothing she could do.

Yan Tingli tilted his head slightly, his dark pupils examining her face.

A ticket was pressed into her palm.

Looking closely, it was even front row VIP.

“If there’s no ticket, use this one.”

Shi Sui: “…”

Coming out of the teaching building, Shi Sui held the ticket like she was gripping a time bomb, looked up, and sighed softly.

She had a vague feeling of being out of control—

It seemed like Yan Tingli was going to seriously, forcefully date her.

—

“Hey, I asked you several times, didn’t you keep saying you weren’t going?”

Back in the dorm, facing Xue Jing’s inquiry, Shi Sui couldn’t lift her head, holding it in for a long time before finding an excuse: “I just saw a social media post, thought it looked interesting, so I wanted to go again.”

Lin Anran, wearing a face mask, passed by and said leisurely: “You weren’t enchanted by Yan Tingli this afternoon and overcome with lust, were you?”

“Exactly,” talking about this, Xue Jing mocked her, “I thought our principled Sui Sui would be so upright and impartial, turns out she has even less backbone than me.”

Shi Sui had already accepted the fact that her integrity was shattered, sighing deeply: “Just consider me bewitched.”

“Hey,” Lin Anran touched her shoulder, gossiping, “Speaking of which, I don’t know what type of guys you like. Every time we talk about handsome guys, you’re completely uninterested.”

“Right, right.” Xue Jing also dragged her chair over, “So many people have pursued you, wasn’t there even one that made your heart flutter?”

This was something they’d all wondered about for a long time. Since freshman year, there had been a continuous stream of guys interested in Shi Sui.

Shi Sui’s fair-skinned, beautiful first-love face was too likable.

But Shi Sui always treated these situations with cold indifference, or rather, avoided them like the plague.

As if those boys were floods and wild beasts, and chatting one more sentence would bring great disaster.

Shi Sui stared at them wide-eyed.

Telling the truth: “Really, none.”

Every time a boy approached, she panicked, just wanting to stay away, avoiding contact if possible. She was afraid Yan Tingli would find out somehow, so how could she have time to feel fluttery?

“Then what type do you like? You must have some preference?”

Shi Sui bit the straw of her milk tea, falling into thought.

She deliberately emptied her mind, not thinking of any specific face, resting her chin and saying: “Handsome and fair-skinned, preferably smart.”

“As for personality, gentle would be good. For special talents, being able to play piano would be even better.”

After she finished speaking in one breath, she turned to see both of them with “I knew it” expressions: “…What’s wrong?”

Xue Jing: “Why don’t you just announce Yan Tingli’s ID number?”

Lin Anran: “Isn’t this exactly the premium version of your ideal type?”

Gentle?! How could Yan Tingli be associated with gentleness?

If it were the Yan Tingli she first met, he would fit. Now, in her heart, there was only the faint sadness of “that person is gone.”

Shi Sui sighed inwardly, waving her hand: “Forget it, I can’t explain it clearly to you guys.”

“Why don’t you try?” Xue Jing said casually, “What if the great Yan happens to like your type?”

“…” Shi Sui silently changed the subject: “Jing Jing, are there any more tickets for tomorrow~”

“You’re lucky,” Xue Jing handed her one, “Shuang Shuang had something come up last minute and couldn’t go, I still have one here.”

“Thank you.” Shi Sui pressed her palms together, breathing a sigh of relief.

If she didn’t have this life-saving ticket, she’d rather be absent than sit in the VIP section.

—

The next day at nine o’clock, Shi Sui and Xue Jing and the others went together to the North Stadium.

Outside the venue, buses were parked everywhere, all from other schools coming to observe, and there were also famous elementary and middle school students who came specifically to watch.

After checking tickets in, Shi Sui came to her seat and sat down.

Looking around, the venue was almost full, bustling, and noisy.

“Actually at first, our teacher was worried the venue wouldn’t be full, so she forced each of us to take several tickets and required us to bring people,” only now did Xue Jing smile and tell the truth, “Later we discovered it was pure overthinking.”

“How so?”

“Look.”

Xue Jing raised her head, nodding in a direction.

At that moment, a face appeared on the big screen.

The young man’s eyes were cool and cold, looking down as he adjusted equipment. Sensing the camera, he lifted his eyes, pupils black as jade looking toward the lens.

A face that made people catch their breath.

“This guy is a living billboard, with built-in advertising effect.”

As if to prove the point, “wow” sounds rose from the audience seats, one after another.

The camera kept focusing on Yan Tingli’s face. His brow moved slightly, and he pressed his lips into a straight line expressionlessly.

Sounds of admiration continued endlessly, only Shi Sui watched quietly, knowing this was Yan Tingli’s displeased expression, guessing his patience should have already hit bottom.

Suddenly.

She felt a strong gaze directed at her. Shi Sui looked up to see the contestants’ area opposite, and coincidentally, Yan Tingli was facing this direction.

On the big screen.

Yan Tingli’s lips curved up slightly, and in an instant, his eyes and brows were like spring snow melting.

“Oh my god, so handsome.”

“Damn, suddenly smiling is killing me.”

“So which window did heaven close for him?”

At the same time, her phone buzzed once.

[So well-behaved today]

Shi Sui’s finger trembled, quickly turning off the screen.

But another message popped up.

[Really want to bite you]