University—a word Su Qingqing had never encountered in her life before. At least to her, it was a life she had never imagined.
She’d originally believed that, after losing Yu Zhongmeng, her life would be forever trapped within her own home again. But an unexpected twist had changed everything.
Su Qingqing didn’t have much luggage. For her, a computer was enough. She dismantled it and carefully placed it in a suitcase that had already lost several foam pads, then headed out, caught a ride, and went straight to A University.
Seated in the back of the ride-share car, Su Qingqing felt a bit stifled in the chest. After all, she didn’t have any proper undergarments for girls. While she’d often joked online about wearing women’s clothes, when it came to actually placing an order, she could never bring herself to do it.
In the end, she could only slap a pair of crossed band-aids over each hungry little bird’s beak.
She’d probably started sweating; the skin beneath the band-aids felt hot and sticky.
She wanted to adjust them but, now that she was a girl, she could only clench her little face and stare out the window at the fleeting scenery.
“First year, sweetheart?”
The middle-aged female driver glanced at the nervous-looking girl and struck up conversation.
“Yeah.”
“You Uni kids are lucky! So many handsome boys on that campus~ If I were thirty years younger, I’d head there to find me a college boyfriend. Fall in love while you’re young!”
Su Qingqing stifled a laugh. “Auntie, are there a lot of pretty girls at A University too?”
“Tons! Too bad they’ve all been scooped up by those cheeky little boys. Shameless.” The woman smacked her lips. Her Mandarin was laced with a thick rural accent and charm. Just a second ago, she was praising good-looking guys, and now she’d turned them into cabbage-thieving hooligans.
“Sweetheart, you’re so pretty. Be careful around those dogs in pants, protect yourself.”
“Sure, sure.”
And thus, Su Qingqing spent the entire ride listening to Auntie’s “Thirty-Six Wolf Defense Tactics.” Just before getting off, she opened the car door, flashed a sweet smile, and said, “Don’t worry, Auntie. I don’t like boys—I like girls.”
“Liking girls is great… Liking girls is… great…” the auntie murmured while fiddling with her app, casually responding. Only a moment later did she realize what she’d just said. Her face changed, and she quickly rolled down the window and yelled after her:
“Sweetheart, no! That’s not allowed!”
The campus gate was crowded and lively. No one really understood the auntie’s sudden outburst, but naturally, her shout drew everyone’s eyes toward Su Qingqing.
So pretty! Even at A University, where beauty was abundant, Su Qingqing still stood out.
She had a youthful look, glowing white skin, plump cherry lips, and shoulder-length black hair that flowed like silk. She was like an unpolished piece of jade—radiant and impossible to ignore.
Especially with that pure and lovely demeanor—it stirred every man’s protective instincts.
Sure enough, senior boys who had been loitering near the gate began tidying their hair and clothes, strutting over like peacocks.
Su Qingqing saw it all, but she was too physically weak now. She couldn't possibly haul all her stuff into the dorm herself—she’d lose half her life doing that.
Just as she waited silently for one of those “lucky” peacocks to come help carry her things (unaware they’d be reduced to laborers), a pair of long, fair legs suddenly entered her field of view.
A tall girl—nearly 170 cm—bent slightly at the waist to greet her.
She wore a crisp ponytail that swayed gently in the breeze. With a cheeky smile, her light-gray T-shirt was tucked neatly into her denim shorts. Long, pale legs ended in white sneakers with golden teddy bears embroidered on the socks—adding a touch of girlish charm.
This girl checked every box in Su Qingqing’s fantasy of an athletic beauty. Her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft, amazed “Wow.”
The upperclassman casually took Su Qingqing’s suitcase from her and teased, “Don’t accept help from those stinky guys, okay? Haven’t you heard the saying? ‘Guard against fire, theft, and senior boys.’ What’s your name, junior?”
“I’m Su Qingqing. And you, senior?”
“Su Qingqing!” The girl froze, lifted her slender hand to her lips dramatically, and stared at Su Qingqing with twinkling eyes. “You’re the Su Qingqing?”
“Yup, that’s me.”
Her expression grew strangely amused. “I thought Su Qingqing would be… well, turns out you’re such a cute little thing!”
“You know me?” Su Qingqing was stunned. Her identity had only existed in this world for less than 48 hours!
“Ah! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.” The senior girl giggled, clapped her hands together in apology, and tilted her head, her tiny red tongue peeking out playfully.
“I’m Ming Xue. I’ll be your class assistant this year.”
Wait—Ming Xue?! That’s the same girl who heard me rage-cursing on the phone yesterday…!
Oh god!
Su Qingqing lowered her head, her face flushed deep red with embarrassment. Her eyes flicked nervously away.
Ming Xue seemed to notice her discomfort and kindly changed the subject. “How about I call you Susu? ‘Qingqing’ sounds too plain. Just call me Sister Ming, okay?”
Su Qingqing nodded. “Sister Ming~”
“Ehh~” Ming Xue answered happily, clearly thrilled to hear such sweetness come from the same mouth that had once unleashed a full suite of toxic trash talk.
“Let’s go get you checked in. After we grab your military training uniform, I’ll take you to your dorm.”
“Okay~”
To Su Qingqing, registration wasn’t unfamiliar—she had always done it solo through middle and high school. She hadn’t even bothered taking the college entrance exam, knowing she couldn’t afford tuition even with her earnings.
But this time, with Ming Xue’s help, everything felt different. Maybe not more efficient—but warmer, richer. It was like the real flavor of college life had finally sunk in.
Su Qingqing belonged to the College of Arts, majoring in Music—a field she knew nothing about. Honestly, she’d never even imagined studying it. No doubt this was one of Pan’s twisted little pranks.
But then again, it was probably thanks to this major that she’d met someone like Ming Xue.
The summer sun scorched down without mercy. Even with a breeze, the heat was unbearable. After the check-in process, both girls were sweating, but Ming Xue carried no odor, just the faint fragrance of shampoo. Mixed with the summer air, it was almost intoxicating.
“Want something to drink?”
“Coke, please.”
Su Qingqing put her hands on her hips, standing casually—such a contrast to the graceful Ming Xue. If she were still a guy, she might’ve flapped her shirt to cool down a bit.
“Susu! Your Coke’s here!”
Ming Xue’s voice rang out cheerfully from behind her. Su Qingqing turned quickly—just in time for something cold to hit her forehead.
She gasped, recoiling backward in shock.
“I’m so sorry!”
Ming Xue had just wanted to cool her down playfully with the iced can, but she hadn’t expected Su Qingqing to react so strongly. She lunged forward, one arm catching Su Qingqing’s shoulders, the other wrapping around her slender waist.
The two now stood, rather theatrically, like dance partners beneath the blazing sun. But Ming Xue had forgotten—her other hand still held the icy Coke.
Su Qingqing’s oversized T-shirt—originally a men’s cut—naturally slipped as she leaned back, exposing her smooth, fair lower back. And just like that, the cold Coke made full contact with her skin again.
She shuddered violently and leapt forward, straight into Ming Xue’s arms.
Standing only about 165 cm, Su Qingqing was quite a bit shorter than Ming Xue. Curled up slightly, her flustered face landed right in the softness of Ming Xue’s chest.
So big… so soft…
Her brain short-circuited. The words escaped her lips in a daze before she realized what she’d said. She instantly stepped back, covered her cherry lips, her entire face blushing furiously.
Even the usually bubbly Ming Xue was flushed red now. Her fingers nervously twined in front of her belly, face turned slightly away, lips pouting in bashful silence.
“Uh… Sister Ming, shall we go pick up the military uniform?” Su Qingqing forced a little cough to break the tension.
Ming Xue hummed softly and took the lead with her long legs, guiding them toward the training field.
Several minutes later, after composing herself, Ming Xue slowed her pace to walk side-by-side again. She glanced briefly at Su Qingqing’s modest chest, then asked:
“Susu, are you an S or an M?”
“Huh?”
Su Qingqing looked up, confused. Her innocent eyes made Ming Xue shift awkwardly.
“Was that a weird question?”
Weird? More like what the hell kind of question is that?!
Who randomly asks if someone is an S or M on a sunny afternoon? Are college girls these days really so bold? Or was Su Qingqing just too uptight?
She hesitated, nodded stiffly, and mumbled, “Sister Ming… I’m really not into that kind of thing. S and M… that’s a little too spicy for me…”
“Huhhh?”
Now it was Ming Xue’s turn to freeze. A few seconds passed, then realization dawned. Her starlit eyes widened in shock, the blush returning to her cheeks in full bloom. She bit her lip, embarrassment radiating from her every pore.
“Susu! I meant what size you wear—S or M—for your uniform! What’s even in your head?!”
(End of Chapter)