Cutest Kitty

Su Nanzhi was born with a heart condition and was once told she wouldn't live past 18.
But she survived, and with her extraordinary eyes, her heart was trained to remain untroubled. The first time she saw Jiang Beiyu, she heard a song beating "thump thump" in her chest.
He was so handsome.
Su Nanzhi fit the image of a delicate beauty all too well, and she happened to have been nurtured in a rural village for over a decade. Her uncles, brothers, and sisters in the family looked at her as though she were a performing monkey.
That is, until this performing monkey shed all her covert coats...
Theater 1:
Owing to Su Nanzhi's heart condition, her classmates were always afraid to say anything too stimulating, even speaking to her in soft, gentle tones. Later, at dawn, a few classmates who loved horror films bumped into Su Nanzhi at a midnight showing in a movie theater.
Classmate: “…”
Is the tolerance for heart disease this high now?
Su Nanzhi: Will you listen to my explanation?
You might not believe it, but the ghosts in the movies aren't as scary as the ones she saw when she first started out.
Theater 2:
The handsome and distinguished young man read Su Nanzhi's old journals and found out how she had drooled over her own face for more than just a day or two.
He frowned as if he had encountered a problem trickier than Goldbach's Conjecture and finally couldn't help but ask her:
“Are you sure you're just into my face?”
“My body is pretty good too, do you want to check it out?”

The Fragile Beauty Can See the Ghost

The boy on the left, Li Wenhao, quickly retorted, "If you think it's right, then how can it be a horror room escape?"


The overhead broadcast was constantly playing, and though the content of the classes was not important, they had to wait for it to stop before leaving their seats.


As Zhou Yan said, they placed each student ID back on the correct desks.


Once this was done, the game level was considered finished, then the lights would go out, and the next level would start.


A few minutes later, that annoying broadcast finally stopped.


Gu Juncheng muttered under his breath, "What kind of decent teacher teaches this kind of thug poetry in class?"


Zhou Yan solemnly reminded him, "…Old Ji mentioned it a couple of times before."


Old Ji was their Chinese language teacher.


Su Nanzhi couldn't be bothered to join the chat, and together with a few others, they put each student ID back in its place.


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