Ch. 5 - The Second Love Letter

“Again?!”

After being bothered by envelopes all day, the moment I saw something similar fall out of my desk drawer, my heart skipped a beat and instantly sank halfway. Is Wu Yaoyao’s offensive coming this fast?!

I hurriedly glanced around, then picked up the fallen envelope from the floor at lightning speed.

At first glance, this letter didn’t have the same girlish style as yesterday’s. 

In fact, it was completely the opposite. The envelope had a blue-and-white porcelain pattern—far more elegant and dignified compared to pink—giving off a refined, jade-like feeling. The paper itself seemed carefully cut by its owner, with only faint traces at the seams. 

A subtle fragrance lingered, as if transferred during the cutting process—you wouldn’t even notice it unless you brought it close.

Since when did Wu Yaoyao have this kind of style?

“Did you watch that show yesterday? Xxx is so handsome!”

Just as I was wondering and about to open the letter, two girls from my class walked into the classroom, interrupting me.

These two were notorious bigmouths—the kind every class has. If they saw me, the class monitor, involved in rumors like this, it would definitely become troublesome.

Ah… someone as timid as me really shouldn’t be both the vice president of the student council and the class monitor.

“Oh, class monitor, you’re here early today.” One of them waved and greeted me.

“It’s my turn for cleaning duty today, so I came early,” I replied with a smile.

Only then did I remember—it really was my cleaning duty today. How could I forget something so important? It’s all Wu Yaoyao’s fault. I grumbled about her in my head as I stood up and grabbed a cloth to clean the podium.

“Hey, hey, the class monitor actually looks pretty handsome if you stare long enough…”

“Haha, you’re daydreaming first thing in the morning.”

“I’m serious…”

…

Classmates gradually returned, and the classroom filled with its usual lively chatter.

Since my seat was in the middle of the classroom, it felt like the love letter I had tightly hidden under books in my drawer could be discovered by the people behind me at any moment. 

I kept glancing into the drawer from time to time. 

At the same time, I also checked the corridor outside the window, wondering if Wu Yaoyao might suddenly show up from the opposite building.

Thanks to all this, I, the class monitor, got called on by the teacher three or four times today.

Of course, for a high school student, receiving love letters is something to be proud of—it shows you’re popular. 

But if you’re the class monitor, the vice president of the student council, and the person confessing to you is a school-wide beauty with countless admirers… then you’d better think twice.

If you accept her confession, people might just envy or resent you a bit—nothing too troublesome. 

But if you’re just some insignificant vice president no one really knows, with an average appearance, and you reject someone as popular as Wu Yaoyao…

Well, teaching that clueless guy a lesson would earn favor with a heartbroken beauty—definitely a profitable deal.

This isn’t an exaggeration. She’s the champion of the youth archery competition for three consecutive years. Whether inside or outside the school, she has plenty of fans. Every time I go to the archery club for business, I don’t even dare stand too close to her.

So I spent the whole day sitting in my seat, restless and uneasy. Aside from going to the restroom, I barely dared to leave. 

Just like yesterday. Since I forgot to bring lunch, during the break I could only ask a classmate to buy me some leftover bread.

Finally, after school ended, I shoved the love letter into my bag and rushed toward the student council room.

The high school I attend is called Peony High School. It might sound immodest to say this, but it truly is one of the best schools in the area. Its atmosphere is open and free, yet its long history gives it a sense of elegance. 

Walking along the campus paths, even a random banyan tree or the bluestone pavement beneath your feet might have witnessed the rise and fall of this ancient city.

The student council room is located on the top floor of the club building—a Western-style structure that looks quite old.

The student council is supposed to be the safest place. 

Usually, aside from me, only the discipline officer is around. Other members don’t come unless they have business. 

As for the president, Tang Xin—don’t even mention it. That terrible woman always dumps her work on me.

That’s how it should be, but…

“Yo, Vice President.”

As I pushed open the door to the student council room, I was surprised to see Tang Xin already there. She was holding a teacup, sitting in the president’s chair, gently rocking side to side. 

The aroma of coffee filled the room. The discipline officer wasn’t there—probably out on patrol.

“…President.” I clicked my tongue and sat down in my seat. Looks like opening the letter will have to wait again.

“Why do I feel like the vice president isn’t very happy to see me?” Tang Xin took a sip of coffee, her tone teasing.

If there ever comes a day I’m happy to see you, I must either be hallucinating or it’s the day I leave the student council.

That’s right—I was dragged into the student council by this woman in front of me, completely against my will, and ended up as free labor.

“Of course not,” I said, while mentally cursing this ungrateful woman a hundred times.

“That’s good.” Tang Xin flicked her white hair—matching her pale complexion—and a faint smile appeared on her crimson lips. 

Beneath her uniform skirt, her long legs were on full display. Her long lashes, lake-blue eyes, and high nose bridge—these were the outward signs of her snake-like, cunning personality.

Yes, despite her very traditional-sounding name, she’s actually mixed-race—the perfect embodiment of a beautiful yet dangerous woman.

“Would the vice president like a cup of coffee?” Tang Xin stood up and, without waiting for my response, poured me a cup.

The rich aroma filled the air—who knew such small coffee beans could hold so much power?

“Thanks.” Just smelling the coffee softened my tone. How spineless.

While I was silently scolding myself, I didn’t notice Tang Xin had quietly moved behind me. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to gently massage them. Her soft fragrance surrounded me, leaving me unable to move.

As a swordsman, letting my guard down from behind is a great humiliation. But… it actually felt pretty good, so I’ll let it slide this time.

Tang Xin leaned close to my ear, her breath tickling it, and whispered something that nearly made me fall off my chair:

“Vice President… What do you think about love letters?”

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