Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

"Good buddy?"

Cen Fang wanted to laugh when he heard this, but when he met You Fu's serious and bright round eyes, he rubbed his nose with his knuckles, cleared his throat, and still didn't laugh.

Cen Fang really didn't know what You Fu was thinking. With her thin arms and legs, pretty little face, and a fragrance that always emanated from her body, what man could possibly treat her like a brother?

Although Cen Fang didn't laugh at her, You Fu sensed his disapproval, and she hugged He Qingsong's arm even tighter.

Yu Fu hummed and rested her head on He Qingsong's shoulder, oblivious to the darkening gazes of the boys as she displayed her intimacy with He Qingsong.

He Qingsong felt numbness from his right shoulder down to the tips of his right fingers; he wanted to move but dared not.

Yu Fu ignored Cen Fang and clung to He Qingsong, throwing a tantrum: "Don't make fun of me. If you don't want to be my brother, I don't even want you."

Cen Fang was truly at his wit's end. He kicked the coffee table in front of the sofa away, and Si Wu saw the dents in the carpet caused by the table leg. He clicked his tongue silently in displeasure.

Cen Fang half-squatted down in front of You Fu, surrendering, and said, "Heaven and earth bear witness, how did I make fun of you? What kind of little sister would spread such rumors about her own brother?"

Yuf wasn't so easily appeased, and continued to whine, "Then why don't you become my best buddy?"

Gu Yibo couldn't help but jump in: "Princess, where can you find a brother as handsome as you?"

Gu Yibo felt a pang of unease. His azure eyes were fixed on You Fu's arms, which were tightly embracing He Qingsong. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him: "Besides, if we're to be good brothers, the princess can't have a fiancé, right? What brother has a fiancé?"

He Qingsong: "?"

How did this come about with the fiancé?

Although the so-called "fiancé" was just a joke Yuf made when she was a child, the adults in each family never took it as a marriage contract that needed to be seriously fulfilled.

But this identity was never a joke for He Qingsong; it was a promise he had always carefully maintained. He even asked Youfu at different ages if she wanted to marry him, and Youfu always said yes.

He recorded these words, intending to marry Yuf as soon as she came of age.

Yu Fu was stunned by Gu Yibo's question: "Can't brothers have fiancés?"

Si Wu, who had been sitting silently behind his desk reading the students' feedback forms, finally spoke up: "Of course not. Having a fiancé proves you're still a pampered young lady. What young lady would be on friendly terms with someone else?"

Provoked by the sarcasm in Siwu's words, Yufu immediately declared, "Then I don't want a fiancé anymore."

He Qingsong gripped Youfu's wrist with his left hand, his eyes pleading, "Youfu, you don't want me anymore?"

Feeling pity for him as he looked at her like that, Yuf said, "I want yours."

Cen Fang rested his chin on You Fu's knee, rubbing her thigh through her over-the-knee socks: "So you don't want your brother anymore? You won't be affectionate with your brother anymore?"

Yuf is caught in a dilemma. On one side is her fiancé whom she has raised since childhood, and on the other side are her three childhood friends. Yuf, who has a small appetite but a big appetite, hesitates.

Si Wu casually added, "Even if He Qingsong is no longer your fiancé, he's still your good brother, and your relationship will only become closer."

He Qingsong: "..."

Shut up, okay? If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute.

Seizing the opportunity, Cen Fang added fuel to the fire, saying, "Brother is so disappointed! Fu Bao said he wanted to be good brothers, but he didn't even show any sincerity?"

You Fu is a child who can't be provoked. After hearing what Cen Fang said, she decisively and unilaterally ended her "engagement" with He Qingsong, just like she had unilaterally made He Qingsong her fiancé back then.

"From now on, we're best buddies, Hehe."

Yu Fu held He Qingsong's hand.

The girl's hands were small and soft, her warm and delicate palms brushing against the back of his hand.

He Qingsong was furious, but of course he wasn't angry at You Fu.

"That's how it should be."

Cen Fang smiled brightly and pulled You Fu into his arms. You Fu's face was pressed against his chest, and they were as intimate as before.

Gu Yibo snuggled up from behind, rubbing against him like a puppy, sniffing him: "Fufu, Fubao, Princess..."

Yuf was being nudged by the two men and was getting a little too hot, but she remembered her persona: from today onwards, they were best buddies.

Using terms like "princess" and "Fobo" is just too cheesy!

Yuf corrected her, "You can't call me that anymore. Who calls their brother 'princess'?"

Gu Yibo, with a long, sullen face, said, "Alright then, Fufu."

Hmph, he'll secretly call out when no one's around.

Siwu calmly looked at Yufu, who was sandwiched between the tall, strong boy.

What an idiot.

Just like when they were children, I unconsciously showered them with irresistible cuteness.

Unprepared and without vigilance, they take advantage of their likability to do whatever they want and commit evil deeds.

They had all voluntarily stepped back to a safe distance, but the troublesome little idiot still insisted on sticking close.

That's incredibly stupid.

In this way, Yufu's relationship with her "friends" was restored to normal, at the cost of He Qingsong losing his already weak status as her fiancé.

Yuf had little to no understanding of liking this kind of feeling; she just felt a kind of itchy feeling when she was with her increasingly handsome "good brothers".

However, the fundamental problem was not resolved, especially after the four entered high school, when they began to resist Yuf's touch again.

Once, Yu Fu was waiting for Cen Fang to finish playing basketball so they could go home together. She simply pinched Cen Fang's strong biceps, and Cen Fang suddenly took a few steps back.

Yuf poked his side unhappily: "What kind of filthy thing are you? Can't I touch you?"

Cen Fang pleaded repeatedly, "Little ancestor, please don't touch me, I'm covered in sweat."