I Helped My Best Friend with Her Romance—and Fell for the Enemy’s Strategist - Chapter 10

After picking up her package from the courier station, Lin Ruocheng returned to the dormitory with Song Wanqing.

The other two roommates had already come back earlier and were lying in bed asleep.

The two of them tiptoed inside, doing their best to avoid making any noise.

She had no classes in the afternoon. After glancing at the notice in the student council group chat, Lin Ruocheng was fairly satisfied that Fu Yanxi had considerately scheduled the meeting for 3 p.m. It would have been even better if it were pushed back a bit later, as she was tired but had hardly any time to rest during the day, she usually ended up sleeping during classes.

Now, however, she felt wide awake.

Sitting in front of her computer, she was all set to get to work.

All the mini-games she had designed were created entirely by herself, from the initial character details down to every subtle expression and smile.

This was one of her small hobbies, and it also helped her earn a little extra money.

Meanwhile, Song Wanqing stared at her phone, unsure of what to message the other person.

But she felt too embarrassed to ask Lin Ruocheng directly.

What’s more, there were two other people in the dorm besides them.

As roommates, they still had to abide by the basic rules of being good dorm mates.

After some thought, she decided to let it go for now.

She could wait until evening anyway, there was a meeting soon, so she could bring it up then.

Soon, it was 2:30 p.m.

Song Wanqing’s alarm went off a few times before she quickly turned it off to avoid disturbing the others in the dorm.

“It’s fine, you could’ve let the alarm ring a bit longer. Those two left a while ago, if they don’t go now, they’ll probably fail. It’s already 2:30. Want some fruit tea? I just ordered some… light sugar, less ice, your favorite lemon tea.”

Lin Ruocheng almost always ordered milk tea, fruit tea, or other drinks for everyone in the dorm at noon, along with small snacks like cakes.

After all, she was the dorm leader.

She was used to it; back when she was class monitor in her younger days, she had a bunch of followers whom she’d won over with snacks.

And Song Wanqing had always been her closest friend, no one else came close.

“Mm, I’ll go freshen up first.”

Lin Ruocheng stood up and stretched.

She saved the PowerPoint she had been working on and sent it to Fu Yanxi.

It was a draft framework she had prepared for the school anniversary event.

There was no guarantee it would be selected, the main idea was to gather everyone’s input.

After tidying up her laptop, she decided to bring it along to the meeting.

Besides, this was her first time attending a student council meeting in college, though she had been a member back in high school.

But she had only been an ordinary member.

She couldn’t be bothered to take on roles like student council president or similar positions.

It was too much work, and joining the student council now was mainly for the sake of her best friend’s future love life.

As for becoming vice president, that had been completely unexpected. After avoiding it for so many years, she never thought the boomerang would come back to hit her.

Song Wanqing also grabbed a notebook and a pen.

The two of them headed to the student council office, where about a dozen people were already scattered around.

Lin Ruocheng took a seat at the front, in the position to the right of the president’s seat.

Everyone in the office knew her.

After all, since her freshman year, Lin Ruocheng had frequently been the subject of posts on the campus confession wall, though they were all confessions from boys.

But as a lesbian, why was she so popular with guys?

To this day, she still had no idea why.

The office grew increasingly lively as more people gathered.

Fu Yanxi walked in through the door without saying a word, simply making her way to her designated seat.

The noise in the office gradually faded until it became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Hello, President.”

“Hello, President.”

Fu Yanxi sat down, her tone somewhat cold and carrying a hint of authority.

“Everyone, please take a seat. I’ve called you here today to discuss the framework and theme for the 80th-anniversary school celebration. Let’s brainstorm freely, say whatever comes to mind. If we can finalize things today, we’ll have the remaining time to work toward the theme. I’ve checked, and we have exactly three months left…”

She had briefly reviewed the framework Lin Ruocheng sent over, and it looked decent. But since this was the student council, she wanted to gather everyone’s opinions.

On the table beside Fu Yanxi lay the hat she had worn at noon. Indeed, it still carried the faint, sweet scent of Xiao Chengzi, a delicate fragrance that lingered, especially on her hands since she hadn’t washed them after lunch.

As everyone began discussing, Lin Ruocheng kept her eyes fixed on her own hat, occasionally glancing up with a subtle lift of her brow. Resting her chin in her hands, she looked like a confident little fox, one that might even be wagging its tail.

Fu Yanxi, maintaining a serious expression, reached under the table and grabbed Lin Ruocheng’s fidgeting leg. No one else noticed what was happening.

Lin Ruocheng pulled her leg back without a word, a playful smile dancing in the corners of her eyes.

[Fu Yanxi: Stop messing around, it tickles.]

A small red notification dot appeared on the WeChat window open on the computer. Lin Ruocheng glanced at it and leaned closer.

“Madam President, how’s the document I sent? What do you think of the content?”

The office was noisy, and no one paid attention to their exchange. Lin Ruocheng seemed to deliberately whisper right by Fu Yanxi’s ear, as if she enjoyed challenging this stern, cold-faced woman. Especially one who appeared so proper on the surface but was anything but in private. As a water sign, she was utterly captivated.

“Not bad,” Fu Yanxi replied, raising her hand to gently brush the back of it against Lin Ruocheng’s chin, as if affectionately petting a beloved cat.

Lin Ruocheng closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, almost purring with contentment.

The two bystanders nearby were stunned.

Wait… are these two dating?

They must be, right?

Especially since they don’t act like they just met!

Since when do strategists behave like this?

Aren’t strategists supposed to stay off the battlefield?

Is this what they call a battle between masters, where every move is lethal?

They didn’t get it. They really, really didn’t get it.

The intimate moment didn’t last long, just about a minute before Lin Ruocheng returned to her seat as if nothing had happened.

The two onlookers exchanged glances with their respective best friends, hesitating to speak. They wanted to learn but felt it was beyond their abilities. Just as Lin Ruocheng had said, it didn’t seem to suit them. They simply couldn’t pull it off.

“Here, your hat,” Fu Yanxi said.

Instead of taking it, Lin Ruocheng leaned her head forward.

“Xiao Xixi, could you put it on for me?”

The two bystanders turned their attention to Fu Yanxi, who smiled, picked up the hat, stood up, and gently placed it on Lin Ruocheng’s head.

Lin Ruocheng shot Song Wanqing a look.

She was telling her to watch and learn, this was how you created an opportunity for romance.

If she didn’t step up and demonstrate it herself, when would the two of them ever manage to kindle that ambiguous spark?

How else were they supposed to get together properly?