I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Zhu Xinya couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words. However, her pretty face made the gesture look more like a flirtatious glance, which only confirmed Qi Zhou’s suspicions.

Zhu Xinya was definitely a sasaeng fan! How shameless to even try seducing him with a coquettish look!

Qi Zhou pulled out his phone, pointing one finger at Zhu Xinya while tapping on the screen with the other, his eyes fixed intently on her. “Don’t try anything funny. Stay away from me unless you want to end up behind bars. I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a girl.”

Zhu Xinya glanced directly at the phone in his hand. She had chased after him with no other intention than to ask for his contact information. If Qi Zhou left now, she wouldn’t know how to reach him in the future.

Right now, Qi Zhou seemed to be trapped in some delusion, convinced she was a sasaeng fan. Zhu Xinya thought he wouldn’t listen to any explanation, so it might be better to just snatch his phone and call herself.

Zhu Xinya gave Qi Zhou a gentle, innocent smile. “Big star Qi, you’ve really misunderstood me. I’m not a sasaeng fan. I came to the teaching building for class. I was just so excited to see you here that I couldn’t help calling your name. Meng Rou and I have always been quietly supporting you, how could you misunderstand your loyal fan like this?” She lowered her gaze and sighed softly.

Her appearance was highly deceptive petite and delicate, with a fresh, innocent face. When silent, she exuded an aura of pure harmlessness. Anyone seeing such a young girl would never suspect she posed any threat.

Zhu Xinya was adept at leveraging her strengths.

Sure enough, the suspicion and wariness on Qi Zhou’s face softened considerably. “Then you go in first. Don’t follow me anymore.”

Zhu Xinya nodded. “Alright, I’ll go in first.” With that, she walked ahead with light, brisk steps.

Qi Zhou waited for her to pass by, but just as she reached his side, she suddenly stumbled. Startled, he reached out to steady her, but Zhu Xinya twisted in the opposite direction, her foot accidentally kicking his phone. The device skidded two or three meters away with a clatter.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to the floor was just too slippery.” Zhu Xinya pushed herself up from the ground. “Let me get your phone for you.”

She quickly dashed over to where the phone had landed. The screen was lit up, showing the dialing interface. Swiftly, Zhu Xinya deleted “110,” replaced it with her own number, dialed, hung up, deleted the number again, and re-entered “110”, all in the span of two or three seconds. She then hurried back to Qi Zhou.

By then, Qi Zhou had just straightened up and withdrawn his hand.

Frowning, he snatched the phone from her and glared at the cracked screen. “You!”

“I’ll pay for it!” Zhu Xinya cut him off before he could say more, pulling a card from her backpack. “There’s thirty thousand on it. No password needed.”

Qi Zhou: “…” She had taken all the words right out of his mouth.

He stared at the card in her hand for a long moment without taking it.

Having already secured Qi Zhou’s phone number, Zhu Xinya didn’t want to waste any more time entangling with him. She still had to attend Que Hanfu’s lecture!

She shoved the card into Qi Zhou’s hand, turned, and jogged into the teaching building, her retreating figure cheerful and without a hint of hesitation.

Qi Zhou gritted his teeth, glaring at the card in his hand for a while before finally snorting coldly and stuffing it into his pants pocket.

Zhu Xinya was delayed at Qi Zhou’s place for over ten minutes and rushed to the classroom with only a minute to spare before class started.

Que Hanfu’s classes were always packed, but because she enjoyed calling on students during lectures multiple times per class specifically the one sitting in the center of the first row on the left, that seat was usually left empty.

The first time no one sat there, students noticed that Que Hanfu didn’t call on anyone for the entire class. From then on, unless someone willingly chose to court disaster by sitting there, that spot remained vacant.

Today, Zhu Xinya had come to do exactly that.

She attended Que Hanfu’s class to get closer to her, so sitting somewhere Que Hanfu couldn’t see was out of the question. Thus, the only empty seat right under Que Hanfu’s nose became Zhu Xinya’s top choice.

Zhu Xinya walked into the classroom, scanned the room, and headed straight for the first row on the left. She politely and sweetly asked the student next to the empty seat, “Hello, is this seat taken?”

The student beside her was a male classmate. Seeing such a delicate, adorable girl like Zhu Xinya, he immediately blushed and stammered, “N-no, it’s not.”

“May I go in and sit there?” Zhu Xinya blinked her big eyes, her thick lashes fluttering.

The male classmate pressed his hands on the desk and shot up. “Y-you can go ahead.” Ahhh, she’s so cute!

“Thank you~” Zhu Xinya walked in, sat down, placed her backpack in front of her, and took out her textbook to set on the desk.

The girl sitting to Zhu Xinya’s right looked at her with admiration and said, “Classmate, you’re really brave.”

Zhu Xinya was puzzled. “It’s not that bad.” What does she mean? Does she know I’m here to get close to the unattainable beauty?

Before Zhu Xinya could ask for an explanation, the class bell rang.

Que Hanfu entered the classroom right on time, and Zhu Xinya couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Que Hanfu was wearing a black maxi dress today, her wavy tea-colored hair cascading over her shoulders. Her delicate collarbones were half-hidden, and a thin belt accentuated her slender waist. As she moved, the hem of her dress swayed gracefully, revealing glimpses of her fair, exquisite ankles.

Her pale, glass-like eyes held a cold gleam, her skin was as flawless as snow, and her red lips burned like flames. Que Hanfu was even more stunningly beautiful than red plum blossoms in the snow.

Zhu Xinya felt a strange itch in her chest not on her skin, nor in her heart, but somewhere deep inside, an untouchable, tingling sensation.

Since this itch only slightly eased when she looked at Que Hanfu, Zhu Xinya focused entirely on watching her, not hearing a single word she said.

“I have a question. The student in the center of the first row on the left, please stand up and answer,” Que Hanfu said, looking directly at Zhu Xinya.

Zhu Xinya met her glass-like gaze and, for some reason, suddenly grew nervous. She clenched her fists, her palms damp with sweat.

Their eye contact lasted for ten seconds. Que Hanfu’s brow furrowed slightly as she repeated, “The student in the center of the first row on the left, please stand up and answer the question.”

Zhu Xinya remained motionless.

The student to her right discreetly nudged her under the desk. Zhu Xinya looked over blankly.

“Professor Que is asking you to stand up and answer the question,” the person whispered.

Finally realizing Que Hanfu was speaking to her, Zhu Xinya blushed and quickly stood up.

“Professor Que, please go ahead,” Zhu Xinya said sweetly, smiling at her.

“Briefly describe the conflict between the ‘flowery section’ and the ‘elegant section’ in Chinese opera since the mid-Qing Dynasty.”

Zhu Xinya: “???”

She understood every single word, but what did they mean when put together?

After an awkward silence, Zhu Xinya bit her lower lip, turning her soft pink lips into a vivid red. Lifting her pale, delicate face with a pitiful expression, she said, “Professor Que, I don’t know the answer to this question.”

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