As long as she was beside Wen Yang, she inexplicably felt reassured and safe.
After a sleepless night filled with fear and unease, the mont she saw Wen Yang, the heavy weight in her heart was finally lifted.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" he asked.
"Mm," Ning Chu murmured.
Sitting in a corner of the cafeteria, Ning Chu rested her chin in one hand while lazily stirring a bowl of spicy soup with the other. Her head drooped, her eyes half-closed, and she occasionally let out a yawn.
Wen Yang sat beside her, studying her expression. That anxious and eager look she had shown earlier when they t in the morning was clear to anyone who saw it. He wondered if she had been bullied in the girls' dormitory.
That shouldn't be the case, right? He and Ning Chu had helped Yan Xinya, so it wouldn’t make sense for her to repay their kindness with hostility.
"How's life in the girls' dormitory? Are you getting used to it?" he asked.
"Definitely not..." Ning Chu yawned again. "It's much quieter than our dorm, but I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places."
Of course, the nightly conversations in the dorm were... a bit overwhelming. She paused and decided not to ntion the private talks between the girls, instead complaining vaguely, "That Lin Li is such a pain! From last night to this morning, she kept targeting !"
It wasn’t exactly slander. Just thinking about that sly fox’s smug face calling her "tiny and cute" was enough to make her angry.
"Lin Li..." Wen Yang's expression darkened. "I see."
Ning Chu noticed the change in his face and quickly clarified, "She just talks a lot. It’s nothing serious."
But planting a bad impression of Lin Li in Wen Yang's mind wasn’t a bad idea—it might stop that flirtatious fox from trying to charm him again. Lin Li's story arc was already complete, and her future behavior was unpredictable.
Plus, it was a good excuse...
Ning Chu carefully crafted her words, lowered her head, and sighed, "I really can’t fit in at the girls' dormitory... If I have to stay there for four days, I think I’ll go crazy."
"How about..." She looked up at him with a hint of expectation but quickly gave up the idea with another sigh.
Better to endure it. It was just four days, after all.
She couldn’t keep relying on Wen Yang. If this continued, she would truly beco a delicate little wife who couldn’t live without him!
Ning Chu picked up her bowl and drank the rest of the spicy soup in one go. She ended up choking and coughing several tis, hastily wiping her mouth with a napkin before standing up.
"Let’s go, it’s ti for class."
As she turned toward the cafeteria exit, her steps faltered, and her gaze fixed on a catgirl, Qiaoqiao, who had just walked in.
Oh no!
For a new female supporting character to show up at this mont was disastrous. Letting Qiaoqiao approach Wen Yang or allowing him to disrupt the storyline both carried major risks.
Having already been punished twice, Ning Chu wasn’t sure she could stay rational if it happened again.
For a mont, she didn’t know what to do. She watched helplessly as Qiaoqiao approached with an innocent smile, her fists clenched tightly.
"Big brother~"
Wen Yang, who had been clearing the dishes, glanced up at the sweet and sugary voice.
He couldn’t help but notice that this catgirl was... really flat.
At twenty-sothing years old, her figure was as flat as a board. One look and you could tell there wasn’t going to be any more "developnt."
He had absolutely no interest in petite girls with flat, steel-like figures. Unlike Ning Chu, who was also quite slim but still a succubus in her developntal phase—there was at least so hope of nurturing growth.
Wen Yang ignored Qiaoqiao, finished tidying up the dishes, and walked straight to the recycling station.
Seeing this, the tense Ning Chu finally let out a breath of relief.
Yes, just like that! Keep Qiaoqiao hanging!
This way, Qiaoqiao would give up prematurely, ending the co-renting subplot and causing her to face punishnt. But at the sa ti, she wouldn’t actually have a chance to seduce Wen Yang either.
Ning Chu quickly jogged to catch up with Wen Yang, only to hear him chuckle, “Your expression earlier—it was frozen stiff.”
“I hate her. Don’t talk to her in the future.”
“Alright, I won’t talk to her.”
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