At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

I have to work part-time at a night school in the evening; during the day, classes only last until the afternoon.

I had a lovely breakfast made by Anqing this morning: bacon and cheese omelet with pan-fried halibut. It was sweet, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Even though the girl can sleep better than him, he still stubbornly sets an alarm to wake up early, determined to strive for a relationship like that of a doting wife.

Su Che would certainly not refuse her kindness; at times like these, he would let her do her best.

However, he could also see that the girl was not the type to be proficient in everything. In terms of food, because she had eaten too poorly in the past, she had no experience in fine cuisine, and the fish was burnt all over.

During the meal, she tried to use the same trick again, attempting to scrape off the burnt parts and eat them herself.

Su Che saw through her act and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from doing something so cute.

Having spent two nights together, he can now guarantee that he won't be unable to sleep a wink after lying down.

Although An Qing kept rustling and squirming under the covers, the two of them maintained a good boundary, successfully adhering to the rule of "keeping to themselves" for 48 hours, which is commendable.

I just don't know how many more days it can last.

"I'm taking her out to play the day after tomorrow, should I start preparing a little?"

Walking on campus, pondering this question, Su Che passed by the bulletin board he walked past every day.

This thing is located next to the main road leading from the school gate to the teaching building, covering an area and covered with densely packed posters.

In the past, these were all club recruitment events, student union recruitment events, or the school inviting some big names to give speeches and inviting students from various colleges to attend in the auditorium.

Now, on the board that should have featured various styles, all the other posters have been uniformly replaced.

They also replaced the posters with about twenty identical "musician recruitment" posters, laid out in rows, covering all the white space.

"Ok?"

It was hard for Su Che not to notice such a big change.

He glanced at the crowd of onlookers in front of him.

Curious, I took a few steps forward and peeked at it from the very edge of the board—

"Team Recruitment Notice... Seeking a guitarist to join my team—"

Male, senior, Management major, usually wears black clothes, has teardrop-streaked hair, wears a black Pikachu mask when walking, carries a black shoulder bag (occasionally crossbody), doesn't talk much, and participated in a seven-school joint performance the night before last, playing the piano as part of a recurring act... If anyone recognizes him, please call Yu's secretary, Xiao Xiao—phone: XXXXXXXX…

【Holy crap... could you just paste my photo directly?】

[You're so observant! No wonder you're a master of spies.]

Su Che almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

I'm glad I took a look. If I hadn't, and these weird posters on the bulletin board had been exposed for a little longer, I might have become the hot topic today. It's really hard to stay calm.

"That wicked Senior Yu, is this your countermeasure against my silent treatment when I don't reply to your messages? What's this called? 'Hot violence'?"

He tightened his mask, took out the scissors he carried with him from his backpack, and snipped away the transparent tape covering the poster with a few quick snips.

With a flick of the wrist, the paper fell.

They tore off all those expensive, high-quality background images, rolled them up, and threw them into the trash can.

"I give up, I give up, senior. Just say what's on your mind, don't mess with me like this. I'm terrified of social harassment."

He grabbed his phone and, under the watchful eyes of his classmates nearby, sent Yu tide a voice message.

A few seconds later, Lin Xiao, who had been hiding behind the bulletin board, emerged from the shadows and smiled as she pointed out:

"My senior has been waiting for me for a long time, Su Che. She asked me to tell you that we'll talk at the hotel apartment after school today."

"?"

It's clear that the murderer who just put up this row of posters has been found.

"Hotel? Face-to-face meeting?"

Su Che hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Looking at the Secretariat Director who refreshed in front of my face like an NPC, I was utterly puzzled.

"That place is a private place, right? If I remember correctly, Yu tide lives there by herself, so it's practically a girls' dormitory."

You mean, I should go to her dorm after school? A boy in a girl's dorm?

"Yes, that's what my senior said. Please don't get agitated."

Lin Xiao walked up to him, placed the notebook in her arms against her chest, glanced at it, and read aloud in a detached tone:

"The senior student said that, first of all, the junior student can treat the suite as a kind of 'family invitation,' just to have some tea. The purpose is to cultivate a good relationship between teammates in the future. He should have the right mindset."

Secondly, there is no one else in the room. I am only responsible for leading the way and will leave after I arrive. I will not interfere with your conversation inside.

Finally, if the junior is willing to keep the appointment, she will be the first to protect him in this school, or even in the entire seven-school network, should he be bullied, regardless of whether he is right or wrong.

"..."

Su Che's ears hurt from listening.

“I said.”

"Ok?"

"I'm not involved in organized crime, so even if she doesn't protect me, nothing will happen to me, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. The opposite of 'covering' isn't 'not covering,' but rather 'controlling.'"

Lin Xiao made her point very clearly, even providing herself as an example.

"For example, I'm now completely controlled by my senior. Therefore, everything I say doesn't represent my personal subjective will, and I hope Su Che can understand." (Proudly)

"........."

[As I knew, the way she looked at me that night, as if she wanted to devour me whole, meant she wouldn't let me off so easily.]

It's only been less than two days, and they've already started resorting to dirty tricks.

If someone else asked, "If a senior sister invites you for tea, would you go?"

The answer is 100% "Go, even if it kills you."

Su Che, however, is the opposite.

He shook his head helplessly, feigning reluctance: "It's possible, but I have a part-time job in the evenings, so I might not have enough time."

"part time?"

"Yes, I'll probably start work around six or seven in the evening."

"That's okay. My senior said you just need to be there at four o'clock. If you don't go, she'll come looking for you."

"..."

It can't be steamed anymore.

Su Che raised his arms: "I'll go, I'll definitely go. Don't come here again and make me the focus of my classmates' attention. In the future, try to resolve things privately as much as possible."

"Okay, Su Che."

The secretary seemed to show no emotional fluctuation.

The two still had a stretch of road leading to the teaching building left. Lin Xiao also had classes to attend, so she simply followed behind Su Che and walked with him.

"Su Che, classmate."

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

Su Che didn't turn his head back.

"It's nothing. I was just curious. You mentioned part-time work. Does that mean your family's situation isn't very good either, and your parents alone can't afford the tens of thousands of yuan in tuition fees every year?"

Lin Xiao seemed to care a lot about this.

It was as if I had encountered a fellow sufferer in poverty.

"more or less."

Su Che shook his head. "If I didn't need the money, I wouldn't be working in a place like a bar."

"Oh? It's a bar?"

"Ah."

Faced with this seemingly harmless secretary, Su Che didn't bother to hide something that his senior could easily find out.

That's exactly why his words made Lin Xiao's eyes light up even more, and an expression of interest finally appeared on her face.

"Su Che, I understand you."

she says,

“I went through the same thing. My family’s circumstances were similar to yours, which made it impossible for me to even pursue music.”

"Music? You play musical instruments too?"

Upon hearing the keywords, Su Che's expression changed slightly.

It wasn't that I was particularly curious about Lin Xiao herself, but rather that I felt a quiet and honest girl like her should be considered a lady.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the type to play rock music...

"Yes, I used to be a drummer. When I was a child, I was under a lot of pressure, so I chose an instrument that could best release my emotions and taught myself. I didn't take many lessons, and I practiced on the Yamaha drums in the abandoned music room of the old school..."

Lin Xiao quickened her pace as she spoke, walking until she was shoulder to shoulder with Su Che.

It was clear that she was usually a very quiet person, because after the topic came up, her cheeks turned red, as if she was getting hot from the emotions, which was completely different from her previous state.

"The drummer..."

Su Che glanced at her, unusually looking directly at her and taking her image into his mind—

The student council uniform, faded from washing.

A charcoal gray blazer, a knee-length skirt, and burgundy;

She wore a white shirt underneath, tied with a red bow tie.

Her lower body was covered by opaque black tights that extended all the way to her small leather shoes.

She always carries a shoulder bag and a tablet in her hand as a notebook, jotting down notes as she walks, giving the first impression of a top student.

[What a typical secretariat director...]