The class president paused for a moment and looked at Wen Qian with a hint of concern in his eyes. After a brief hesitation, he asked, “Do you have something to ask Chu Lingyu?”
“It’s not a big deal,” Wen Qian lowered her head and rummaged through her pocket, pulling out an envelope full of hearts. “I’m delivering a love letter.”
The game seemed almost afraid people wouldn’t recognize it as a love letter, because the envelope was covered with flashy hearts in various shades of pink, faintly scented with rose fragrance.
The silent air was filled with a slight buzz as countless eyes watched the new student closely.
Unaware of this, Wen Qian waited for the class president to answer her question.
Lin Huai pushed up his glasses and lowered his voice hesitantly, “Chu Lingyu… he doesn’t like being disturbed when he’s sleeping.”
Not wanting to directly crush her romantic hopes, the class president gently advised the new student, “You’d better not offend him.”
Wen Qian was momentarily stunned but didn’t find the class president’s hint unnecessary. Instead, she thought of another possibility—
Could this be a mission hint?
Earlier, Loren had mentioned Chu Lingyu had a bad temper, and now the class president said he disliked being disturbed while sleeping.
Could it be… that the hidden condition for completing the mission was to deliver the love letter to Chu Lingyu without waking him up?
Wen Qian nodded seriously, “Got it!”
Lin Huai smiled faintly, intending to hand Wen Qian the class schedule, but just then, the girl who had just said she understood decisively stood up and began slowly walking toward Chu Lingyu.
Although the class president didn’t explicitly say who Chu Lingyu was, Wen Qian had already identified the mission target.
After all, the only person resting his head on the desk in the classroom was the boy sitting in the corner.
Just as Wen Qian was about to reach Chu Lingyu, a male classmate suddenly blocked her path.
He frowned and looked at her, “Stop daydreaming.”
Wen Qian glanced at him, realizing he was an obstacle in her mission.
She countered teasingly, “Keep your voice down, do you want to wake him up?”
The boy choked, apparently not expecting Wen Qian to speak to him like that, and was a bit annoyed.
“Alright, alright, I’ll be quick.” Wen Qian pushed past him cautiously and went to the boy’s desk, gently placing the love letter on the edge of the table.
Then she waited expectantly for the mission completion sound.
Nothing happened.
Frowning, Wen Qian picked up the letter and tried to slip it inside the desk drawer.
Classmates watching the scene gasped quietly, their eyes fixed on Wen Qian and Chu Lingyu, waiting for the drama to unfold—wondering if this bold “poor and excellent student” would get expelled on the very first day.
Still no mission completion sound after placing the letter inside the desk.
Wen Qian frowned again. What was going on? Did the letter have to be handed directly to Chu Lingyu to complete the mission?
But his arm was under his head; she couldn’t just yank it out without waking him up.
Chu Lingyu’s eyelids twitched; annoyed, he opened his eyes, bothered by the unfamiliar presence nearby.
Propping himself up on the desk, his tousled hair framed sharp, handsome features, and his lowered brows gave him a fierce, dangerous air. The aura around him made it clear he was not someone to mess with.
His voice was hoarse and annoyed, just waking up. He glanced at the girl standing beside his desk, and when he recognized her, his tense lips paused.
“Who are you?”
The girl froze for a moment, a bit nervous, but her gaze didn’t meet his eyes.
Wen Qian nearly thought she had failed the mission. She instinctively checked the system panel, afraid of seeing a failure message.
But the mission was still intact on the task board. She sighed with relief.
Slowly, she realized—not waking the mission target was not actually a requirement?!
Had she overthought it?
Realizing the mission wasn’t that complicated, Wen Qian dropped her cautiousness and directly handed the love letter to Chu Lingyu.
“Hello, this is your love letter, please accept it. Thank you.” She spoke politely, like a delivery person.
A few mocking glances fell on Wen Qian—just another girl who thought she was pretty and wanted to attract Chu Lingyu’s attention.
In the corner, a text message was sent along with a photo showing the girl handing over the letter clearly.
Chu Lingyu lowered his eyes, not even bothering to show any expression.
The classmates imagined the girl would be embarrassed, but she tilted her head, sighed looking at the uncooperative mission target, then—
Decisively grabbed his arm and forcefully shoved the envelope into his hand.
“You!”
Chu Lingyu’s foggy thoughts instantly cleared. He looked at Wen Qian with a serious face, “Let go.”
Hearing the mission completion sound, Wen Qian nodded with satisfaction and tidied the NPC’s sleeve, which she had wrinkled.
“Thanks for cooperating.”
Then she turned and left without hesitation. Halfway through, she seemed to remember something and turned back.
“Chu Shao…” The boy who had blocked Wen Qian before cautiously glanced at Chu Lingyu.
The gloomy-faced young man twisted his lips, anger flashing in his eyes and eyebrows.
The boy didn’t dare to cause trouble now and carefully picked up the slightly crumpled pink envelope from the desk, lowering his head.
“She’s a new poor but excellent student who just arrived today,” he informed Chu Lingyu in a tense voice.
“Oh yes, I’m the poor but excellent student who just arrived today.”
Suddenly, a voice sounded next to the boy, startling him to look up sharply at the troublemaker who had angered Chu Lingyu.
She actually dared to come back?!
The culprit was oblivious, even nodding at him.
“Chu Lingyu, right? Hello, I’m Wen Qian.”
Suddenly remembering she had a mission to “get to know a new classmate,” Wen Qian decided to return and greet him.
Seeing Chu Lingyu didn’t respond and seemed to ignore her, Wen Qian was a little troubled, “A bit shy, huh?”
He said nothing, so the mission couldn’t be marked complete.
The boy standing beside looked stiff in expression—what shy? Who, Chu Lingyu?
“Hey, poor but excellent student, I advise you to give up your little plans.” The boy grabbed Wen Qian’s arm.
“Don’t mess with people you shouldn’t.”
Wen Qian’s attention immediately shifted to him. After some thought, she decided to change her target.
“Then I’ll get to know you instead, okay?” she said casually. “What’s your name?”
The boy didn’t understand how Wen Qian could be so natural in this situation. Or maybe she didn’t know what Chu Lingyu’s name meant in the academy?
He looked at her bright eyes and, enchanted, said, “Bai Qi.”
Wen Qian’s eyes lit up as the mission progress went from 0 to 1. “Got it, thanks!”
She turned happily, casting a reluctant glance at Chu Lingyu.
Watching this farce, Chu Lingyu frowned impatiently, grabbed his school jacket, and stood up. His shirt was crumpled from sleeping.
He glanced at Bai Qi, “Go away.”
Bai Qi was standing right in front of him.
Seeing the young master looking like he was about to skip class again, Bai Qi smiled wryly, “If you act like this, I can’t explain things properly…”
His family had some ties with the young master’s family, and him being in the same class was deliberate.
The young master had just quarreled with his family, who forbade him from acting wild at school like last year.
But he hadn’t come yesterday, and now, barely arrived today, he was already trying to skip class.
Bai Qi, sort of accompanying the young master, naturally didn’t know what to do.
Wen Qian wasn’t interested in the NPC dialogue. She looked at her mission, needing one more response to advance, and thought for a moment—
What if she imitated Bai Qi? Would she get a response?
Without hesitation, Wen Qian casually pressed Bai Qi’s shoulder, pushing him aside and took his place.
“How can you skip class!” she said solemnly, though her expression didn’t quite match.
Chu Lingyu looked at the girl in front of him and snorted, “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?”
In the academy, many used all sorts of excuses to show kindness or scold him, all trying to prove they were different.
Chu Lingyu was tired of it, and hadn’t expected someone like her to appear so early in the year.
What would she say next? Lecture him? Tell him students should study hard?
But looking at the girl, he suddenly noticed—she was smiling?
[Mission Progress (2/5)]
Wen Qian casually looked up at him and said indifferently,
“Thanks.”
Chu Lingyu’s expression blanked for a moment.
…?
Seeing the mission progress reach 2, Wen Qian couldn’t help but smile a little, feeling pleased as she glanced at the now silent NPC.
She stepped aside, pressed Bai Qi’s shoulder to move the stunned boy back to his original spot.
Restoring the scene, Wen Qian nodded with satisfaction.
“Alright, you two continue.” She politely nodded at both.