“It’s all in this thread. I’ve already applied for deletion, it just hasn’t been processed yet.” She reverently presented the post she had treasured for several days to Yan Luqing. “Actually, I had already shared this post to you on WeChat, but didn’t you forget to look at it?”

Yan Luqing recalled that she had indeed been busy creating—drawing bamboo shoots—and hadn’t really checked.

“What’s this post like?”

Just then the professor entered. Little Mahua put away the twig and whispered: “Take a look and you’ll know.”

“……”

Yan Luqing inhaled deeply, then clicked in.

At once, she was shaken by the title.

【Topic】#Reposting an interview segment from the Art Club Weibo video. I don’t know who these two are, but I don’t care, I’m shipping them first!!!#

Then she saw the unbearably shameful interview from the main post.

From beginning to end, there wasn’t much editing, only some color adjustment.

The whole time, the two of them were in the frame, but Yan Luqing was the one speaking in the foreground, with Gu Ci sitting beside her like some kind of ornament.

However—

She discovered.

Gu Ci seemed to be looking at her with particular frequency.

She was answering questions before the camera.

He, though silent, would sweep his gaze toward her from time to time. Sometimes with a smile in his eyes, sometimes speechless, sometimes with that expression as if he wanted to make a sarcastic remark about something she had said earlier.

And at certain angles, when he lowered his eyes to look at her profile, his eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow, and in that moment he actually appeared… extremely focused, deeply affectionate.

When Yan Luqing had been interviewed, she had been focused on the questions Big Waves asked her. Afterward she was immersed in her painting, and never checked the video result.

She had never imagined that she and Gu Ci would appear in such a state together in the video.

At first she was startled by the footage, and then as she scrolled down to see all the various analyses of the two of them, her ears grew hotter and hotter.

The more she read, the more she couldn’t stand it.

So she simply skipped many earlier pages and went straight to the area where Little Mahua had mentioned the revelation—

……

299L [= =]: Where’s the insider sister? I’m so curious what exactly happened?!

300L [= =]：Fuck, who isn’t curious? If I remember right, there was a sister this morning being all mysterious saying she’d eaten some fresh dog food, then said she couldn’t tell us and disappeared, just like some Green River [JJWXC] author dangling my appetite.

……

322L [= =]：Speaking of which, I suddenly looked back at the title. This was originally a thread spun off from the campus network’s interview video of the two, and it’s actually directly become a CP-shipping building, hahahaha, I’m dying.

323L [= =]：Watched the video again, suddenly it feels familiar. I think one day in the cafeteria I saw this pretty little sister. In person she’s really very good-looking.

……

The pretty little sister herself turned her head in shock and doubt: “What happened this morning? What fresh dog food?!”

“That jelly…” Little Mahua changed her tone, “But I just said it casually! About this I really didn’t say anything! Just go straight to the 355th floor and you’ll know!”

Yan Luqing flipped to the floor she said.

——

355L [I’m dumbfounded]: This morning’s was someone’s private matter, I really can’t say that. Tonight’s wave is different. We had a big group dinner (almost the entire club, right?) and booked a very, very large private room. The main thing is, the two of them weren’t hiding anything. This matter will spread sooner or later! I drank a little bit of alcohol and got slightly excited hahaha.

Let me give an example, it’s like at your class reunion, a group of people eating together, and then A and B, who were originally ambiguous, suddenly kiss in public!

That kind of effect.

356L [= =]：???? Kiss in public? Really? Finish your sentence

357L [= =]：Scared me to death! I’m in the toilet! Aaaaaah I scrolled halfway and it cut off, damn it I’m suffering [poop][poop][poop]

358L [= =]：……Although, the sister above is too miserable (but hahahahahahaha let me laugh a while

……

365L [I’m dumbfounded]: They didn’t kiss in public! Hahahahaha I was giving an example. Because I think the intensity was similar.

They publicly… princess-carried… does that count?

Afterward many were just excited “ah”s or excited “?”s.

“……”

Yan Luqing stared wide-eyed and scrolled on. Little Mahua pointed: “I only posted those two segments. At the time I was tipsy, looking at my phone even had double vision, typing too slowly. That last post at the 400th floor was by some senior sister who was there.”

400L [= =]：I’m dying of impatience. That person can’t get to the point, let me, okay.

To summarize, basically the great beauty came to pick up the drunk pretty little sister and take her home, stunning all of us. The most classic was their actions and dialogue (if I didn’t mishear):

The little sister said: ‘I feel like I can walk.’

The great beauty’s expression—I can’t even say if that expression was cold and indifferent or warm and gentle, anyway it was very strange—he said: ‘You feel wrong.’

Then! He! Princess-carried her! Turned! And walked away!!!!

“……”

Yan Luqing had just experienced all of this last night. Reading their description felt as if she herself were reliving the scene again.

Her ears were red. Her fingers unconsciously slid a bit further down. Those words entered her eyes uncontrollably and were transmitted to her brain.

415L [= =]：I’m really shipping it to death, why is it like this, why is little sister so cute and great beauty so piercing QAQ

416L [= =]：That line “You feel wrong” what kind of godly utterance is that? Overbearing yet teasing, and most crucially not greasy at all, actually so fresh?! I imagine that line with great beauty’s face, I’m fainting.

417L [= =]：I’m begging all those “Huangfu Big Bull’s evil charming smile, heh, woman, you’re playing with fire” authors, can you come study what is called teasing! Stop burning my eyes!!!

418L [= =]：I feel like I can walk. You feel wrong.

I should be studying, but here I am, shipping, living, shipping, dying.

419L [= =]：Carrying away is good, carrying away is good. Mom hopes you two are one carrying the other into the bridal chamber, one night of spring bliss, understand?

——

“…………”

Seeing that post, Little Mahua commented: “What she said actually matches well with her number, 419th floor.”

Yan Luqing didn’t hear at all what she said.

Because in her mind suddenly came Makka Pakka’s voice—

“Heavens, case solved, Maria!”

Yan Luqing: “What case solved?”

“No wonder Maria’s yellow and pink values have been rising so much recently…” Makka Pakka sighed, “That increase was unprecedented. I even thought it was a system malfunction, specially sent the data back for re-check. I didn’t expect it was because of this thread.”

“……”

“I told you before, pink is the hardest to increase, it can’t be raised by comments and such as you said… but this post actually can!” Makka Pakka’s voice was filled with doubt. “I don’t quite understand this kind of behavior—shipping CP? It actually causes you to generate so much yellow and pink emotion?”

Yan Luqing: “…Whatever the case, thank you for bringing me good news.”

*

After briefly chatting with Makka Pakka, Yan Luqing, while looking at the professor in front, had all sorts of messy thoughts in her head.

Everything she had just seen in that post floated past her eyes like barrage comments.

Little Mahua, still by her side, kept her head down drawing, sketching small stick figures knocking heads on the ground, with crying-face emoticons written beside them.

After looking, Yan Luqing only wanted to laugh. With that drawing skill, the only reason she could be taken into the Art Club must be because of her mouth.

But in truth, there was nothing to be happy about in this matter.

It had happened in front of a crowd, and nobody there was blind. Even if it weren’t spread through the forum, something this dramatic would still easily become talk in conversations.

Yan Luqing took the paper, drew an emperor, drew a speech bubble, and wrote: 【We forgive you, but you must serve in the bedchamber.】

Little Mahua took it back, buried her head for five minutes, and then handed it back to her again.

She had actually drawn a vivid and alluring spring/palace picture [pornographic sketch].

In such a short time, the erotic sketch she drew looked far better than the proper drawing just now.

Captioned: 【What posture does Your Majesty want?】

Yan Luqing: “……”

The emperor felt a bit shy, so she tore the paper into confetti, and the “presenting the rod to plead guilty” segment came to an end.

The second class was again a scripture-like subject.

Yan Luqing, after all, had absolutely no foundation in science from her second and third year of high school. Even though her learning ability was already considered strong, able to self-study many less technical subjects, when it came to physics she could hardly understand a thing.

Looking at those symbols in physics, Yan Luqing once again dazed out, naturally associating them with a certain person from the physics department.

“Mahua.”

Yan Luqing called her softly.

“Your Majesty, your concubine is here!”

“Calling so fawningly, I’ll bestow you a title. From now on you’ll be Consort Mahua.” Yan Luqing laughed for quite a while, after laughing continued: “Consort Mahua, what do you think—last time, that after-school pickup was forgotten by everyone in about a week. But this time? How long will it take?”

“This time? Do you mean—”

Consort Mahua’s voice paused, then she continued:

“You got drunk, and Gu Ci came to pick you up.”

“And in front of all of us, he said, ‘I’ll be taking this drunkard away first,’ then carried you home in his arms—this matter?”

Yan Luqing: “……”

Consort Mahua shook her head: “Unless all our heads smash together and lose memory, otherwise it won’t be forgotten.”

Yan Luqing: “……”

She suddenly recalled when Gu Ci had once come to pick her up after school, and she was surrounded daily by classmates gossiping.

Would this time be even worse?

“I’m being gossiped about, the problem is—” Yan Luqing clenched her teeth. “I can’t even blame Gu Ci.”

What fault was there in Princess Ci? He had only carried a drunk home.

What fault was there before when he came to school? He had only… picked her up after class.

Wait, picking her up after class…

Yan Luqing didn’t know which nerve of hers misfired, but suddenly a thought flashed in her mind. She instantly grabbed the braided hair of the person next to her—

Before she could speak, Little Mahua’s mouth was faster, whispering first: “Even if you can’t blame him, you can still make him suffer the same ordeal as you, surrounded by gossip!”

Yan Luqing was stunned.

No way, how come they thought of the same thing?

“How did Gu Ci start, remember? Picking you up after class.” Little Mahua lowered her voice. “That’s simple! Let me tell you, when a man picks up a woman, it causes a stir. But when a woman picks up a man, it only causes double the stir—so you just need to copy Gu Ci and go to his school to pick him up, and that’s that!”

Yan Luqing opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Little Mahua went on: “Really, I’m not kidding. Didn’t I infiltrate an internal T University group? They’re all the most gossipy, most playful among the top students. As soon as you show up at T University, I’ll immediately post in the group, saying that the physics department’s big handsome guy was picked up by a suspected girlfriend after class—of course they’ll rush to witness—”

Consort Mahua clapped her hands: “Then rumors will naturally spread, and Gu Ci will naturally get to experience your suffering!”

“……”

Yan Luqing had indeed just had such a thought in her mind.

But after hearing Little Mahua put it this way, she felt something strange about it, yet logically it seemed to make sense.

The way she looked was hesitant, and to others, hesitation was when people needed verbal stimulation.

Little Mahua: “No way, no way, he’s caused you so much trouble and you’re just letting him off? Don’t you want him to share the same feeling? Don’t you want him to also experience what it’s like to be surrounded by gossip???”