Chapter 1
Ye Qingyang watched the people bustling back and forth in front of him—strange uniforms, a strange cafeteria. Where on earth […]
Ye Qingyang transmigrates into the body of a background male character doomed to suffer under terrible relatives and constantly set traps for the male lead, ultimately dying miserably in the streets. But as a former school genius and top student, Ye Qingyang thinks this is an easy problem to solve.
At school:
Male Lead Lu Jingcheng: “Ye Qingyang, do you remember how you sabotaged me yesterday? Today, we settle the score.”
Ye Qingyang pretends to cry: “At this point, I won’t hide it. The reason I always targeted you—didn’t you notice? It was to get your attention! You can hit me, but if you do, we’ll be friends, okay?”
Lu Jingcheng: …
At home:
Terrible Aunt: “Ye Qingyang, is this how you wash dishes? Wash one, hit one! Are you doing this on purpose?”
Ye Qingyang acts with tears in his eyes: “Auntie, you don’t know—I hurt my wrist today. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. But since my wrist is injured, I can’t carry dishes, so I only hit one after another. I know you care about me… and about the dishes. Maybe you should wash them instead?”
Auntie: …
He battles troublesome relatives at home, develops a close friendship with the male lead at school, and enjoys his life quietly… until one day, Lu Jingcheng grabs him by the collar: “What’s going on with Zhang Ye in the other class? Aren’t you crazy about me? How can you be playing both sides?”
Ye Qingyang: “??? I like you?”
“Then why are you trying to get my attention?”
Ye Qingyang: …Wait, bro… aren’t you straight?!
Highlights:
Protagonist: Ye Qingyang – a clever, mischievous school genius who can handle six rivals at once.
Male Lead: Lu Jingcheng – proud, yet sincere and passionate.
Themes: family drama, sweet romance, school life, humorous transmigration.
Style: witty, lively, and full of playful interactions.
Tagline: A lighthearted, hilarious, and charming campus romance full of laughter and sweetness.
Ye Qingyang watched the people bustling back and forth in front of him—strange uniforms, a strange cafeteria. Where on earth […]
Lu Jingcheng was talking with Chen Wei and the others as they walked toward their usual seats. Halfway there, a
He stretched lazily, feeling quite pleased that the teacher hadn’t cared at all and had let him sleep through a
Lu Jingcheng instinctively took a step back, a sudden unease crawling over him. Something was about to happen—he could feel
At Yizhong, the second-year students didn’t have evening study sessions. At exactly 7:10, the dismissal bell rang. Ye Qingyang packed
“This…” the apprentice glanced at Ye Qingyang, then at Lu Jingcheng, hesitating. “Are you sure he can do it? Maybe
Ye Qingyang shook his head silently. There was no one else. Lu Jingcheng finally felt a little relieved and reassured
Ye Hong finally put down the ladle and the bowl. “That’s enough oil. Start cooking.” Ye Qingyang let out a
Ye Qingyang looked utterly bewildered. “I can’t sleep, I’m practicing singing.” “Practice singing at night?! Are you crazy?!” Wang Hui
Ye Qingyang woke up the next day to find it was already past ten o’clock. By this time, Ye Hong
By the time Ye Qingyang woke up, Lu Jingcheng had already been thinking about asking him why he had not
Chen Wei came back quickly, looking delighted. “I have instant noodles too.” He waved the bag in front of Lu
After the last class ended, Ye Qingyang packed up his schoolbag, ready to go home and continue his battle of
After the old lady left, Ye Hong finally let out a sigh of relief and glared at Ye Qingyang. When
Ye Qingyang ignored her. “I’m reflecting behind closed doors. I was the one who made a mistake and angered Auntie,
Ye Qingyang recited classical poems with everyone, did the morning exercises, and then sat through a math class. When Chinese
“Yeah,” Ye Qingyang replied. “Your aunt really isn’t a decent person.” Lu Jingcheng cursed, then suddenly seemed to think of
Lu Jingcheng was speechless. “Do you even eat it? The stuff I don’t eat—you don’t eat either, right?” Bai Le:
“Brother Lu, could you lend me your Chinese workbook?” Ye Qingyang asked. “I want to take it to make a
Ye Qingyang waited until the third period ended and didn’t stay in the classroom—he slipped out through the front door.