Qin Yeling had actually noticed Ling An the moment he walked in—after all, he was the only one in the class wearing a school uniform.
Not to mention his gaze, which made people uncomfortable. And for some reason, Qin Yeling felt that Ling An looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember who he was.
It wasn’t until Ling An came up to talk to him that he remembered.
His name seemed to be Ling An, one of his followers, apparently. But why did he have almost no impression of him?
And in his memory, Ling An didn’t look like this. Qin Yeling couldn’t figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Whatever he was like before, he was still his follower.
If Ling An had known what he was thinking, he would have told him: of course you have no impression of me. I was just an invisible nobody, only responsible for saying a few flattering words, never involved in the plot. Of course the male lead wouldn’t remember me.
Besides, it was his true self that had transmigrated over. His body possessed the peerless divine beauty of the top cultivator from the cultivation world. Although it would be somewhat diminished in a mission world, he was still strikingly handsome.
On top of that, the persona he had crafted in the cultivation world was that of a refined and gentle gentleman.
This was worlds apart from the original host’s slacker demeanor. When he transmigrated over, the System would implant memories into the natives that this person had always looked like this.
Perhaps because he was the male lead, some residual memories remained.
While everyone was busy flattering Qin Yeling, Ling An sat to the side, propping his head up with one hand, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Not a trace of that fawning manner from earlier could be seen. Instead, there was something almost teasing about him.
At this thought, Qin Yeling froze for a moment, then shook his head inwardly. It couldn’t possibly mean what he thought, how could Ling An possibly have that much nerve?
Qin Yeling pushed the matter out of his mind and chatted animatedly with the other followers.
The teacher at the podium completely ignored the scene, absorbed in delivering the lecture.
He had assumed no one was listening to his lesson, but when he turned to take a drink of water, he discovered a boy in a school uniform fair-skinned, looking every bit the model student holding a pen and taking notes.
The teacher was astonished. Wasn’t that Ling An, the nouveau riche’s son? He was actually studying today?
What the teacher didn’t know was that Ling An wasn’t studying at all, he was drawing Qin Yeling. He was an extreme beauty connoisseur; he wanted every kind of beauty for himself.
If this were the cultivation world, the moment they met, Qin Yeling would already be lying in his cave abode.
But this was a mission world. He had just arrived and his power was unstable. The male lead was protected by this world’s Heavenly Dao, so he needed to restrain himself. He was still very weak right now and couldn’t afford to offend the Heavenly Dao.
Unless the male lead didn’t resist him.
The bell for the end of class soon rang. Ling An saw Qin Yeling heading to the bathroom with a few of his followers, and the plot surfaced in his mind.
After using the bathroom, the male lead would head upstairs back to the classroom, just as the female lead was coming down. She would be hugging her books, head lowered, walking very fast.
At the corner, she would inevitably collide with the male lead.
In an instant, textbooks would fly everywhere, and the two of them would tumble down the stairs in each other’s arms and then, quite accidentally, kiss. It was at this moment that the male lead would feel his heart flutter for the female lead for the first time.
But this time, with him here, that kiss was simply not going to happen. Such a perfect opportunity, he would not let it pass.
Ling An’s mind spun and an idea formed. He followed Qin Yeling’s group, shoved aside a random bystander, and planted himself right next to Qin Yeling.
The bystander clicked his tongue in displeasure at being shoved, muttering under his breath about some nouveau riche.
Ling An couldn’t be bothered to care and pretended not to hear. A nobody like that wasn’t worth his attention in the cultivation world, he could swat aside a dozen of them with one hand.
When they got to the restroom, he noticed everyone going into stalls one by one, separated from each other. The corner of Ling An’s mouth curled up as he walked over to stand beside Qin Yeling.
Qin Yeling shifted uncomfortably toward the edge, but couldn’t help sneaking a glance over.
Seeing that Ling An didn’t seem to have noticed what had just happened, Qin Yeling quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Probably because someone else was there, Qin Yeling finished quickly, washed his hands, and hurried out of the restroom.
Seeing Qin Yeling come out so fast, Ling An eagerly followed right on his heels.
Today, it was his turn to take advantage of the male lead. All you female leads, step aside.
By the time they reached the stairwell where the plot was supposed to unfold, Ling An already heard the pitter-patter of hurried footsteps coming down from above.
Meanwhile, Qin Yeling, completely unaware, was chatting and laughing with someone, slowly making his way up the stairs.
Suddenly, just as he was about to step onto the last stair.
A figure in a school uniform, clutching books, looking extremely slender, burst out from around the corner. The speed was so fast that no one had time to react.
The figure barreled straight toward Qin Yeling.
Of course, Ling An was not among those who couldn’t react. Seeing the female lead knock Qin Yeling backward, Ling An sprang into action, shouting, “Boss, watch out!”
Relying on the female lead’s halo to blind the Heavenly Dao, Ling An yanked Qin Yeling into his arms, catching him in a full embrace.
A slender waist settled into his arms, soft as boneless. He took the opportunity to bury his head in the crook of Qin Yeling’s neck, breathing in the faint milky scent lingering on him, a scent that made Ling An’s heart ripple with longing.
Just as they were about to hit the ground, Ling An’s hand cradled the back of Qin Yeling’s head, and their lips brushed together for an instant before parting.
The moment he touched that softness, Ling An’s pupils contracted sharply, then quickly returned to normal. He pressed a light kiss to Qin Yeling’s neck.
With two loud thuds, the sound of heavy bodies hitting the floor rang out. Ling An, having shielded Qin Yeling, promptly and cleanly fainted while the female lead, without the male lead’s protection this time, landed face-first and passed out from the pain.
Everything happened so fast that even Qin Yeling hadn’t processed it, still frozen in Ling An’s arms. But he quickly came to his senses, and blushing, scrambled to his feet.
Seeing Qin Yeling get up, the crowd also snapped back to attention.
Students who didn’t know what had happened saw two people passed out and gathered around to gawk.
Bystander 1: “What happened here? Why are there two people lying on the floor?”
Bystander 2: “No idea, I just got here too.”
Bystander 1: “Isn’t that guy on the ground Ling An? And who’s the girl?”
Bystander 3: “I know, I know! That girl is one of the poverty-admission students. She just tried to crash into the Second Young Master Qin, and then his follower, trying to protect him, fell along with them, ended up being a human cushion for the Second Young Master Qin.”
Bystander 2: “Oh my god, that poor student has some nerve, daring to crash into Second Young Master Qin. Good thing he’s okay, otherwise she wouldn’t even know how she died.”
Passerby 4: “Isn’t that the truth? That poor student looks pretty clever, trying to hook up with the Qin family, though you’d think she’d be a bit more original.”
Passersby…
Qin Yeling paid no attention to the noise around him, looking down at Ling An, collapsed on the ground, at the face that had turned to the side after he fainted.
A flicker of something complicated passed through his eyes, and his lips pressed together unconsciously. Under those circumstances, he probably hadn’t done it on purpose.
He called two people to carry Ling An to the infirmary. As he left, Qin Yeling glanced back at the female lead lying on the ground. “Her again.”
One of the lackeys nearby, seeing Qin Yeling look at the female lead, asked, “Boss, should we deal with her?”
“No need.” Qin Yeling dropped those cold words, turned, and walked away without a moment’s hesitation.