Wednesday was the pivotal day.
8 PM was the dangerous hour.
Bai Xing had skipped school the entire afternoon.
If it were any other day, she would never have wasted the precious time she could have spent sitting next to Lu Qing on the same bench in the same classroom.
At this moment, the text message Lu Qing received read:
"Senior, I’m getting ready! Can you pick me up at the Mansion Hair Salon in Chengkai after school? It’s close to the place you picked! I’m just getting my hair done quickly! It won’t take long!"
"..."
Looking at the girl’s over-the-top, battle-ready demeanor, Lu Qing couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated.
He replied, "Alright, but don’t go overboard. It’s just dinner, after all."
Bai Xing: "Got it, got it!"
Though she said that, she was secretly doubling down.
Bai Xing wasn’t naive. She knew that anyone Lu Qing chose as a partner couldn’t be ordinary.
And when it came to someone he invited out, especially of the opposite sex, the situation was even more delicate. You’d need to be extraordinary to get that kind of invitation.
So, [the women who hover around Senior are definitely not just pretty faces].
That was the lesson Bai Xing had learned.
Now, she sat on the swivel chair at the hair salon, discussing her desired hairstyle with Tony (the manager) while keeping a close eye on her phone, researching the meeting spot Lu Qing had sent her.
"Hmm… a steakhouse, huh?"
She hadn’t expected Lu Qing to choose such a unique place—a Western restaurant called "Yuehui Fine Steak," located in the basement level of Chengkai Center. With an average price range of 300 to 500 per person, it was sparsely populated and didn’t require reservations.
Usually, Lu Qing’s meals at school never exceeded 50 yuan.
Meanwhile, the ingredients he bought for Su Ling were all high-end purchases from Sam’s Club, costing over 200 yuan each, ensuring top-notch quality.
But tonight’s dinner, at a place with a baseline cost of over 1000 yuan, clearly indicated that Meibia’s status was anything but ordinary.
The girl speculated, "Could it be that, aside from her martial arts skills, she’s also incredibly beautiful?"
"No way, right?"
"Artists who pull all-nighters to meet deadlines probably don’t have great skin. Could she really take better care of herself than me? Surely she’s not on Su Ling’s level?"
Clearly, Bai Xing regarded Su Ling as the pinnacle of beauty she had ever encountered—
A one-in-a-million kind of beauty, unmatched by ordinary people.
"And what about cuteness? Could Meibia possibly be cuter than me?"
"Hmm."
"No, no, I don’t think anyone could be cuter than me."
This was something Bai Xing was absolutely confident about.
Even if it was all an act, she knew very well that every expression she made in the mirror had been practiced countless times, every "killer look" refined to perfection.
Without pouring an immense amount of effort into this craft, it would be impossible to radiate that kind of "vitality."
"This is my domain, my unique aura. No one can imitate it."
That’s what Bai Xing believed.
Yes.
In terms of looks, she wasn’t lacking.
In terms of cuteness, she was unmatched.
[The advantage is mine.]
Considering other potential crises…
Considering what she currently felt she lacked…
"Could it be that she has a better figure than me?"
Hmm…
She glanced down at her own stats.
B+, A-, SSS.
"Alright. My chest is decent, my waist is slim, and my legs are unbeatable."
"I should be fine."
Bai Xing felt a bit unsure.
But she thought that her senior wasn’t the type to care too much about such things. If he were truly dissatisfied with her, he would have distanced himself long ago.
"So, in terms of figure, I’m probably not inferior to anyone."
The girl misjudged herself.
"Great. So, it’s a tie on the outside. What’s left is the inside and initiative."
Bai Xing believed that her voice acting skills were, in a way, on par with Meibia’s artistic talent.
Sure, the avatars Meibia created could dominate the scene and overwhelm everyone.
But if she went all out, Bai Xing could probably hold her own by mimicking every female voice—even male voices with a youthful tone.
Even if it was a "6-4 split," with Meibia at 6 and herself at 4, the gap wouldn’t be too wide.
"That’s not a problem."
"Now it’s all about who makes the first move."
Bai Xing’s thinking was clear.
Today, she had been careful to have her senior pick her up.
This meant that when they walked into the restaurant together later, [she would be standing by her senior’s side].
Under these conditions, two scenarios could unfold—
1. Meibia arrives alone early, losing the initiative;
2. Meibia hasn’t arrived yet, and Bai Xing pulls her senior to sit on one side, catching her off guard.
In either case, when Meibia sees the two of them together, she’ll feel like an outsider, as if she’s "crashing a couple’s date," instantly becoming the third wheel.
To orchestrate this scene, Bai Xing had done her homework.
"Now I’ve got the upper hand in information. Senior agreed to pick me up, not her, or bring her with him. That means I’ve already won half the battle."
"Heh, it seems she hasn’t realized yet that wars are often decided before they even begin."
Bai Xing was well-versed in the "art of advance and retreat."
She had upgraded and renamed this strategy "Su Ling’s Way."
Or, to cut to the chase, it could simply be called "Ling’s Way."
"Today, I’ll use the secret techniques I learned from Su Ling to thoroughly study you, this succubus. I’ll show you the terrifying power of an otherworldly demon!"
"Even if I’m just a knockoff demon, I’ll make sure you feel the suffocating pressure! Mwahaha!"
The girl was brimming with confidence, fully prepared.
At that moment, Tony, the salon manager, finalized her hairstyle. "Miss Bai Xing, are you satisfied with your current look? If not, we can redesign it for you."
"No need."
Bai Xing put her phone away, stood up, and looked into the mirror. Under the spotlight, she saw a flawless reflection.
Pure, energetic, cute, fresh, ultra-moe, cool, edgy, avant-garde, girlfriend material—
Makeup: check. Outfit: check. Perfume: check. Skin condition: check. Mental state: check. Mood: check. Stress tolerance: check!
Without Su Ling around, today’s Bai Xing was
Completely OK!
"Great, I’m very satisfied."
She nodded, removed the salon cape, grabbed her bag, and walked to the counter to pay with her membership card.
"Thank you for your patronage, Miss Bai Xing."
She was a high-level VIP here, always coming in for a hairstyle before major events.
For instance, when Hoshizuki Rina hit 1,000 subscribers, she rewarded herself by dyeing her hair the same pink as Rina’s.
That pink wasn’t ordinary—it was a high-end gradient dye with an inner black and outer pink dual-layer effect, costing her over 2,000 yuan.
Now, facing an unprecedented battle—
She took one last glance in the mirror,
Tossed her new "black-pink princess cut" over her shoulder,
Grabbed her black "victory coat,"
And draped her senior’s "exclusive protection" over herself,
Declaring in full form:
"Tonight, I’m invincible."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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