I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Que Hanfu took out the list of students majoring in literature and placed it on the table, asking Zhu Xinya, “What’s your name?”

Zhu Xinya took a deep breath to calm herself down and replied softly and obediently, “My name is Zhu Xinya. ‘Zhu’ as in India, ‘Xin’ as in heart, and ‘Ya’ as in elegance.”

Que Hanfu quickly scanned the list but didn’t find Zhu Xinya’s name. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “What’s your major?”

Zhu Xinya blinked. “Economics.”

Que Hanfu put the list away. “Skipping your economics class to attend a literature lecture, yet not paying attention in class, and failing to answer my questions five times in a row, Student Zhu Xinya,” Que Hanfu glanced at her as if looking at a peculiar specimen, “please tell me the reason.”

Zhu Xinya gave an awkward smile, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear, revealing a fair and delicate earlobe.

Que Hanfu noticed a small mole on Zhu Xinya’s earlobe, a vivid red dot that made her skin appear even fairer.

Unaware of Que Hanfu’s distraction, Zhu Xinya was busy thinking of an excuse to evade the question. She couldn’t possibly say outright that she was trying to get close to her and become friends.

Unable to come up with a reason, Zhu Xinya grew anxious, her fair earlobes flushing red, making the tiny red mole even more striking.

Que Hanfu’s eyes flickered as she picked up the teacup beside her and took a light sip.

Setting down the sky-blue teacup, Que Hanfu said, “The reason doesn’t matter anymore. From now on, when you attend my class, don’t skip your own major’s lectures. Otherwise, if you fail your core courses and don’t get your degree, you’ll have wasted four years of university.”

This was the first time Que Hanfu had ever given such advice to a student. Usually, in such cases, she would directly contact the student’s academic advisor, never wasting time on them personally.

But today, she made an exception for Zhu Xinya.

Que Hanfu’s calm eyes darkened slightly as she stared intently at Zhu Xinya. Suddenly, she reached out and let down the hair Zhu Xinya had tucked behind her ear, covering the small red mole.

“Your major still has classes to attend. Go to your lecture,” Que Hanfu gestured for her to take her backpack and leave.

Zhu Xinya: “???” Why the sudden shift? One moment she wanted a reason, the next she didn’t, and now she was being asked to leave. Zhu Xinya shook her head, feeling that Que Hanfu’s actions were utterly unpredictable.

But if she lingered now, Que Hanfu would surely dislike her.

Reluctantly, Zhu Xinya stood up and obediently slung her backpack over her shoulder.

She took one last longing look at Que Hanfu’s ethereal, moonlit-fairy-like face and said, “Professor Que, I’ll be going now.”

Que Hanfu nodded.

Zhu Xinya turned and took two steps before suddenly stopping. She turned back, walked to the desk, her moist eyes filled with longing, and nervously bit her pink lips. “Professor Que, may I add you on WeChat?” Her mind raced, she had to come up with a reasonable excuse, or Que Hanfu would surely refuse.

“I…” Just as Zhu Xinya finally thought of a reason, she saw Que Hanfu place her phone in front of her, her expression aloof and her gaze indifferent. “Scan it.”

Zhu Xinya immediately took out her phone and scanned Que Hanfu’s QR code, sending a friend request. Watching as Que Hanfu accepted without hesitation, Zhu Xinya couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.

Que Hanfu was so nice! Wuwuwu, she’s clearly beautiful and kind-hearted, not aloof at all!

The author’s descriptions in the novel are completely misleading me.

“Thank you, Professor Que!” Zhu Xinya’s eyes sparkled brightly.

Que Hanfu, having broken her own rules several times for Zhu Xinya, was in a rather foul mood. “You may leave now,” she said with an icy demeanor.

Zhu Xinya wasn’t the least bit discouraged after all, she had managed to get Que Hanfu’s WeChat!

After Zhu Xinya left the office, Que Hanfu stared pensively at the door for a moment. “Tsk, what a silly little girl.”

The silly little girl, Zhu Xinya, obediently returned to her own department to attend classes.

When she arrived at the large lecture hall, classmates from her major greeted her, and Zhu Xinya responded with smiles.

“Lu Mengrou is hiding out in the last row,” someone remarked.

Everyone knew that Lu Mengrou and Zhu Xinya were close; the two were practically inseparable.

“Thanks~” Zhu Xinya said.

She was puzzled. Hadn’t they agreed that Lu Mengrou would attend the class properly for her? Why had she gone to the back row?

Zhu Xinya walked to the last row and, taking Lu Mengrou by surprise, plopped down in the seat beside her. The noise startled Lu Mengrou.

Flustered, Lu Mengrou looked up and, seeing Zhu Xinya, exclaimed in disbelief, “Why are you back?” It didn’t make sense.

Zhu Xinya narrowed her eyes. “If I hadn’t come back, I wouldn’t have found you sitting in the last row. Tell me, what were you secretly looking at just now?”

Lu Mengrou grinned and placed her phone on the desk for Zhu Xinya to see.

“Qi Zhou’s new TV drama Fangting’s Forgotten Dream has been officially announced! Qi Zhou is the male lead! But there are a lot of haters mocking his poor acting skills, saying he’ll ruin the show. As a devoted fan, I’m fighting back against the negativity!” Lu Mengrou proudly patted her chest. “Those haters are no match for me!”

Fangting’s Forgotten Dream was Qi Zhou’s breakthrough role, where he played a character who appeared ruthless on the surface but actually cared deeply for the world. During the filming, haters relentlessly targeted Qi Zhou with criticism. But when the drama aired, they were left speechless.

Qi Zhou’s performance was outstanding, and the haters were thoroughly humbled, with many even switching sides to become fans.

Thanks to Fangting’s Forgotten Dream, Qi Zhou rapidly rose from a relatively unknown actor to a second-tier star, gaining millions of followers and drawing crowds wherever he went truly a remarkable rise.

Zhu Xinya felt that Qi Zhou was someone worth befriending because, despite being in the temptation-filled entertainment industry, he remained principled and steadfastly devoted to Que Hanfu without wavering.

He was a reliable partner.

“Qi Zhou is going to make it big,” Zhu Xinya told Lu Mengrou.

Lu Mengrou nodded excitedly. “I think so too!”

After a day of distracted classes, Zhu Xinya returned home in the evening, greeted Fang Fang who was sitting in the living room, and then headed straight to her room.

Zhu Xinya pulled out her phone, initially intending to call Qi Zhou first, but somehow ended up opening WeChat instead. Staring at Que Hanfu’s default profile picture, she couldn’t resist opening the chat and sending a sticker.

Zhu Xinya: [Spinning around]

Que Hanfu replied instantly: What is it?

Zhu Xinya: Professor Que, I don’t have any major classes tomorrow. Can I attend your lecture? [Sparkling eyes]

Que Hanfu: Sure.

Zhu Xinya: Thank you, Professor Que [Mwah]

The chat showed that Que Hanfu was typing, but Zhu Xinya waited for a long time without receiving any message.

Que Hanfu was someone who disliked wasting time. Though Zhu Xinya didn’t understand why Que Hanfu had replied to her message earlier, she knew Que Hanfu certainly wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed with too much unnecessary chatter.

So it was better to know when to stop.

Zhu Xinya exited WeChat and opened her phone app. The top number in her recent calls was the one she had dialed from Qi Zhou’s phone that morning.

She saved Qi Zhou’s number with the contact name [Big Celebrity], then made the call.

Qi Zhou had a habit of never checking caller ID when answering calls.

Having been rejected by Que Hanfu earlier, Qi Zhou had spent the entire afternoon unable to recover. He’d been drinking at home and was slightly tipsy.

When his phone suddenly rang, he fumbled to pick it up from the bedside table, answering directly without looking and lazily lying back on the bed, his mind feeling somewhat blank.

“Hello!”

“Big Celebrity Qi, good afternoon. This is Zhu Xinya.”

The cheerful female voice startled Qi Zhou awake. “A sasaeng fan?! How did you get my number?” he asked nervously, sitting up abruptly. The sudden movement made his brain feel like flour and water rapidly mixing into paste.

“I told you I’m not a sasaeng fan. How I got your number is something we can discuss later. I have more important matters to talk about.”

“What important matters?” he slurred, the alcohol affecting his speech.

Zhu Xinya hesitated. “Are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk!” Qi Zhou insisted firmly.

Confirming that he was indeed drunk, Zhu Xinya felt a surge of delight.

Qi Zhou had another peculiar trait, he became extremely agreeable when drunk. He would remember everything upon sobering up, and being a man of his word, he never went back on promises.

Qi Zhou was aware of this flaw himself. After one incident, he never allowed himself to get drunk in public again. Today was an exception.

He had initially thought he’d have the chance to act alongside Que Hanfu and nurture feelings between them, but her rejection left him deeply disappointed.

“I have a way to make Que Hanfu agree to take the role of the Holy Maiden of Light,” Zhu Xinya stated confidently.

Qi Zhou grew excited. “Really?”

“Of course. But, I have one condition. If you agree, I’ll make it happen. If not, we have nothing more to discuss.”

“I want to play Wen Ruan.” Wen Ruan was a minor cannon fodder character in “Dreams of the Square Court,” with slightly less screen time than the Holy Maiden of Light, but all her scenes were opposite the Holy Maiden.

In the real world, Zhu Xinya was a film academy student who had played the female lead in two small web dramas. Though the dramas hadn’t gained popularity, she had read the comments, most of which praised her acting skills.

Since she couldn’t afford to buy fake reviews, she believed the comments were genuine.

If she could play leading roles in web dramas, taking on a minor cannon fodder role in a big production should be no problem at all.

“I agree,” Qi Zhou replied without hesitation.

Zhu Xinya immediately broke into a sweet smile. “Thank you! I’ll go talk to Hanfu about it tomorrow.” After hanging up, she couldn’t contain her excitement, rolling around gleefully on her soft bed.

Hehe, she was going to act alongside Que Hanfu.

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