Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Chen Zuo agreed readily, but he regretted it that very night.

In the evening, after washing up, Chen Zuo, as usual, said goodnight to Qi Yang and then went to bed.

Adhering to the principle that what you think about during the day you dream about at night, he dreamed about Qi Yang quite often, but this time the dream took a strange turn.

In the dream, it was a familiar place, his own room, where the desk was piled high with review materials. Qi Yang sat quietly at his desk, doing practice questions. She had taken off her down jacket, leaving only a creamy white sweater, her hair falling naturally, beautiful and pure.

Chen Zuo sat next to her and they did practice problems together; the atmosphere was peaceful and calm.

Qi Yang suddenly reached for the glass on the table to drink water, but her wrist swayed slightly, and most of the warm water spilled out, wetting her clothes.

It spread out as a barely noticeable water stain, adhering firmly to the skin.

Chen Zuo's heart tightened when he saw this, and he hurriedly went to get a tissue to wipe her, but before he could touch her, Qi Yang suddenly raised her hand, wanting to take off her clothes that were soaked with water.

A glimpse of fair skin flashed before his eyes, and Chen Zuo's brow twitched. He grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"

In the dream, Qi Yang was completely devoid of her usual shyness. She looked up at him with clear, innocent eyes and a matter-of-fact expression. "My clothes are wet. They're sticky and clingy to my body, so of course I have to take them off."

The girl's eyes were clear and free of any ulterior motives.

Chen Zuo, on the contrary, was even more at a loss. His Adam's apple bobbed, his mind was a complete blank, and he could only stiffly utter a sentence: "This... isn't a good idea."

Qi Yang tilted her head, looking bewildered. "What's wrong with it? There's no one else here."

Her tone was so frank that Chen Zuo suddenly wondered if he had impure thoughts. His hands and feet stiffened, and he could only reply woodenly, "Then... then wait a moment, I'll go get you some clean clothes."

All he wants now is to escape this atmosphere that's driving him almost out of control.

Qi Yang gently shook her head, "No need, no need to trouble you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she broke free from Chen Zuo's hand and continued what she had been doing.

Chen Zuo's breathing stopped completely, his whole body tensed to the extreme. The white skin in front of him magnified, and he didn't know how to react. He could only watch helplessly as a feeling of heat instantly swept over his entire body.

The next second, Qi Yang looked up at him again, her eyes inexplicably misty, the corners of her eyes reddening, looking soft and pleading, "Chen Zuo, could you help me with those big questions?"

"..."

I woke up from the dream.

With a sudden thud, Chen Zuo opened his eyes, sat up, and gasped for breath.

After a while, Chen Zuo regained consciousness and realized that it was still dark outside, and the room was pitch black and quiet. Everything that had just happened was just a dream.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and Chen Zuo's heart was still pounding violently, unable to calm down for a long time. The obvious sensation below reminded him of his impure thoughts that had nowhere to hide.

But the images from his dream kept replaying in his mind, refusing to leave. He covered his face and muttered a curse to himself.

He retrieved the phone, its screen illuminating the boy's quiet, expressionless face.

He typed: Let's go somewhere else.

*

Finally, the two met at a coffee shop.

Qi Yang opened the book and saw the boy beside her with his eyes lowered, the dark circles under his eyes impossible to hide. She couldn't help but think of the text message she received when she woke up that morning, which was sent at around 4 a.m.

She asked with concern, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. But when he did, Chen Zuo paused, tilted his head, and answered casually, "Yeah, I've been having a bit of insomnia."

"I saw you were texting me around 4 AM yesterday. You didn't sleep a wink all night, did you?" Qi Yang said. "You don't necessarily have to keep the appointment. Why don't you go back and catch up on some sleep first?"

Having finally met the person, Chen Zuo was not about to leave so easily.

He shook his head, pushed the milk tea that the waiter had just brought over in front of her, inserted a straw, and said reassuringly, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Qi Yang pursed her lips, and seeing that his expression didn't seem to be lying, she didn't say anything.

The coffee shop was very warm. Qi Yang was looking down at her workbook, her hair slipping down from behind her ears. She casually tucked it behind her ears and then took off her down jacket, leaving her only wearing a sweater.

Chen Zuo unconsciously kept an eye on her movements, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He couldn't concentrate on the questions at all.

Last night's dream seems to be etched in my mind, replaying itself constantly.

Qi Yang tilted her head, her eyes were wet, and there was that white, gleaming waistline... Chen Zuo took a deep breath, picked up his glass and took a big gulp. The bitterness of the iced Americano instantly filled his taste buds, finally suppressing those images.

"I'm not quite sure how to do this problem." Qi Yang suddenly pushed the workbook towards him, her fingertips lightly tapping on it. "The steps in the second question are a bit confusing."

These words seemed to overlap with a certain phrase from his dream, stirring up his memories once again.

Chen Zuo stiffened and leaned closer to look. There was a fist's distance between their shoulders. The faint fragrance from the girl's hair wafted over. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart pounded. He didn't know if coming here today was just torturing himself.

Chen Zuo forced himself to focus on the question, thought for a while, and then began to explain.

Qi Yang looked intently at the steps on the draft paper. She blinked and suddenly said, "Chen Zuo, you smell so good."

Chen Zuo was stunned, and almost dropped the pen.

He stammered, "Um... I took a shower this morning."

Indeed, Chen Zuo ran to the bathroom early in the morning and rinsed himself several times. He just couldn't accept that he was so filthy.

Qi Yang had only said it casually, and nodded upon hearing it, not paying any attention to it.

She took the solution steps that Chen Zuo had written down and went through them herself.

After finishing the question, Qi Yang picked up the milk tea on the table. The cold air from the iced milk tea had already created a misty atmosphere, and water droplets dripped down the cup, wetting the hem of Qi Yang's clothes.

Chen Zuo's brow twitched. He immediately threw down the pen, picked up a tissue to wipe it, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Qi Yang: ?

It was just a few drops of water, but Chen Zuo reacted strongly, and Qi Yang looked at him wiping with a strange expression.

The boy pursed his lips, furrowed his brows slightly, and had obvious dark circles under his eyes.

Qi Yang couldn't help but ask, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Chen Zuo quickly wiped it clean, his expression slightly unnatural: "I'm not in a bad mood."

Afraid that Qi Yang might misunderstand, he squeezed her small hand again and said gently, "I just had insomnia yesterday, so my mind is a little slow today. Don't overthink it."

"Oh." Qi Yang seemed to believe it.

Chen Zuo had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her ask, "Why are you blushing?"