Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 77

Chi Cheng’s anger flared again. He was about to charge forward when Qi Guang grabbed him by the arm.

“Don’t fight, don’t fight! You’ll scare the girl!”

Startled, Chi Cheng quickly turned to Ruan Tang.

The girl looked at him like a frightened little deer, her uneasy gaze filled with strangeness and fear.

That look pierced straight through Chi Cheng’s heart.

It shouldn’t be like this. The way she looks at me shouldn’t be like this…

It should have been gentler—softer, filled with trust and dependence.

“Sorry.”

In a panic, Chi Cheng felt like a trapped beast caught in a snare, not knowing what to do. Flustered, he could only turn away and leave in a rush.

Meanwhile, Ruan Tang’s mind was calling frantically for her system.

【System!! Why do I feel like that guy looked so familiar? Like someone from the last world—】

That was the real reason she was afraid, not the misunderstanding Chi Cheng was imagining.

【Ahem, it must be your imagination.】 The system sounded guilty.

【Tang Tang, you must just be stressed out—it’s making you hallucinate. Don’t worry, this mission is really simple. As long as you capture the four male leads, it’ll be complete!】

After three consecutive brutal failures in the previous worlds, the system had finally realized: for this particular host, the supposedly “hardest” missions always turned out to be the easiest.

Because no matter what—Tang Tang didn’t even need to do anything. Those four powerful men would throw themselves at her like moths to a flame.

Her favorability score would skyrocket without effort!

Even though the target hadn’t been officially determined yet and the favorability bars weren’t visible, the system—an old hand at this—could tell with just one glance. In the brief few minutes since Tang Tang had entered, all four male leads’ affection had already skyrocketed!!!

Wu hu! This mission was going to be a breeze. (t/n: “Wu hu” is a slangy exclamation, roughly like “heck yeah!” or “woohoo!”)

…

So, after the small storm had passed, everyone once again gathered around the table.

The student council president, now forced into a corner seat, looked on helplessly at the two “big bosses” flanking Ruan Tang on either side, with another golden retriever of a boy craning his neck to peek at her.

He let out a deep sigh.

“Didn’t you all say you were leaving?”

Moments ago, he’d still been thinking of ways to stop them. But now, looking at the little girl who seemed like an innocent rabbit dropped into a wolf’s den, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity.

Don’t ask him why—he just wanted to be the hero saving the beauty.

Lu He smiled gently.
“I changed my mind.”

Gu Ming didn’t speak, only stared at Ruan Tang as if he couldn’t look enough.

That obsessive gaze made it seem like, to him, no one else in the world existed.

Qi Guang, shoved aside earlier and unable to grab her seat, could only crane his neck to peek at her from a distance. His face hadn’t cooled from its blush since the moment she smiled at him.

He scratched his cheek, his words awkward.
“Cough, I thought about it. The food hasn’t even been served yet, so… I’ll eat first, then go.”

The president was utterly speechless.

What food? I never even ordered anything!

Across the table, the girls were stealing glances at Ruan Tang, their faces red and hearts racing.

She’s so cute! Like a porcelain doll! I just want to reach out and touch her…

Even though the three most handsome guys in the room were all absorbed in the new beauty, none of the other girls felt particularly upset.

Because Ruan Tang’s beauty was too pure, too soft—without a trace of aggression. It was impossible to feel jealous of her.

Not to mention, with her delicate, clueless air, she seemed so guileless that anyone—male or female—would find themselves liking her instinctively.

One of the girls, cheeks scarlet, finally mustered up the courage to speak.

“S-so, this little junior… would you mind introducing yourself?”

Ruan Tang, oblivious to the fact she had become the very center of the gathering, held her pale hands around a glass, sipping orange juice in tiny sips.

(It had been Lu He who ordered it for her, saying it would be better if she didn’t drink alcohol.)

The juice had been delivered by the same cool waiter from before. He gave Ruan Tang a few complicated looks before turning to leave.

“Um… my name is Ruan Tang…”

As she spoke, a tiny bit of fruit pulp clung to her soft, full lips.

Without thinking, she stuck out a small, pink tongue to lick the edge of her lip, catching the fruit piece and drawing it back into her mouth.

Gulp.

Every man’s Adam’s apple bobbed in unison.

Especially Gu Ming—already staring fixedly at her, and sitting closest. He caught every detail of that fleeting, wet flicker of tongue.

His breathing grew heavier, his gaze darkening.

And the thought that other men had also seen that sight filled him with sour, bitter jealousy.

He wanted to hide this alluring little fool away, where no other man could ever lay eyes on her.

Seeing no one else respond, Ruan Tang, nervous about the silence, quickly added in a small voice:

“I’m a freshman in T University’s Chinese department. You can call me—”

Before she could finish giving her nickname, a hoarse voice interrupted.

Gu Ming called softly:
“Tang Tang.”

His voice was low and magnetic, deliberately softened until it sounded almost like an intimate lover’s whisper.

Ruan Tang’s ears went hot and tingly. She flushed scarlet, shrinking sideways in embarrassment.

But another pair of long fingers steadied her shoulder, and above her head came a voice warm and bright as spring sunshine.

“Can I call you Little Soft Tang?” (t/n: A play on “tang” = candy; “Little Soft Candy” is both affectionate and teasing.)

Gu Ming’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his gaze sharp as it landed on Lu He’s hand resting on Ruan Tang’s shoulder.

“Senior Lu, don’t touch girls so casually. Careful, or you’ll get accused of sexual harassment.”

Lu He’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes turned icy, like unsheathed blades aimed straight at Gu Ming.

“Funny. Which one of us was just now clutching her leg, refusing to let go? If anything, that looked like harassment.”

Fury flickered in Gu Ming’s dark eyes. He leaned in and pulled Ruan Tang into his arms.

“Don’t lay your filthy hands on her!”

Lu He’s smile dropped instantly, his gaze sharp with cold anger as he grabbed hold of Ruan Tang’s arm in turn.

“Back at you!”

Poor Ruan Tang was yanked back and forth between them like a sandbag, her head spinning, not knowing what to do.

Then a loud voice cut in.

“Hey, don’t hog her between the two of you! I haven’t even said a word to Tang Tang yet!”

Qi Guang sprang to his feet, shoved Gu Ming aside, and rushed forward to seize Ruan Tang’s hand.

His eyes burned as he looked at her, and for a fleeting second, Ruan Tang could almost imagine a wagging golden retriever tail behind him.

“Tang Tang! I’m Qi Guang! I fell in love with you at first sight! Will you be my girlfriend?!”

Ruan Tang froze, stunned.

Everyone else in the room was struck dumb.

Gu Ming’s gaze turned vicious as he stared at their joined hands, every muscle in his body taut with the urge to rip them apart.

But he forced himself to wait—wait for Ruan Tang to reject him.

Yes. She’ll reject him. She has to.

A confession was the end. Once rejected, even friendship wouldn’t remain.

For some reason, both Gu Ming and Lu He shared the same unshakable thought.

Lu He even smirked faintly, waiting to see Qi Guang get rejected and put in his place.

But in the thick silence, Ruan Tang’s long lashes trembled. On her delicate face bloomed a soft, shy little smile.

Sweet and obedient, she answered:
“Alright. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Everyone: “…?????”