Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 93

Ruan Tang lay slumped against the desk for a long while, still feeling her body unbearably weak.

Tears slipped down her delicate cheeks, dropping onto the clean desktop.

Patter.

The boy sitting in front of her heard the sound and turned back in surprise.

At that exact moment, the informational video ended, and someone switched on the lights.

The boy only felt the sudden brightness stabbing his eyes, and in the very next instant, his retinas were filled with a breathtaking face dripping with charm.

The girl’s long curled lashes were damp with tears, still trembling faintly. A flush of red clung to the corners of her eyes—pitiful yet impossibly alluring.

It was obvious she’d been bullied hard; on the snow-white skin of her neck and her delicate little earlobes, faint suggestive traces lingered.

The sight made the boy’s chest tighten, his throat go dry, his eyes fixated.

Gulp.

He heard a loud swallow and thought it was his own—just as he was about to panic and stammer out an apology, he realized it had actually come from his desk mate.

Both of them jerked their heads back around, faces burning, not daring another glance—as if that girl were some soul-stealing fox spirit, and just one more look would leave them ruined forever.

“Sh-shit, what’s going on…” the boy whispered.

His desk mate looked just as stricken, awkwardly grabbing a book to cover his lap.

“How the hell should I know?! Shit, this is killing me—”

On the podium, Gu Ming’s cold eyes cut toward the two of them, sharp as blades.

He flipped through the roster, silently committing their names to memory.

During finals, he’d prepare a special gift for them.

Those who looked at what they shouldn’t—must pay the price.

Ruan Tang’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Chi Zheng.

“Tangtang, I’m still at rehearsal. What are you doing? I miss you.”

Still limp against the desk, her fingers weak and trembling, she struggled to type back.

“In class”

Chi Zheng froze at the reply—just three plain words without even punctuation.

Normally, Tangtang’s messages brimmed with warmth: her tone soft, sweet, often sprinkled with cute stickers or emoticons.

But today… so cold.

A pang of unease twisted in him.

“What’s wrong, Tangtang? Are you unhappy?”

It was a long while before her next reply came.

“No, just… not feeling well.”

Not feeling well?!

Chi Zheng, who’d been lounging on the sofa, shot upright the moment he saw it, startling his bandmate sitting nearby.

“What’s wrong, Chi-ge?”

Chi Zheng’s face was grim as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Be good. If you’re sick, don’t stay in class. I’ll come pick you up.”

This time Ruan Tang replied faster.

“It’s fine. I’ll just lie down for a bit. Just… feel weak.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say it outright: her whole body felt soft, her fingertips too limp to hold strength.

After much effort persuading him, Chi Zheng reluctantly gave up rushing over immediately.

“Tangtang, if you’re tired, rest. Your health comes first.”

“Okay, thank you. You focus on rehearsal.”

She sent over a kitten sticker next—round-eyed, soft, irresistibly cute, just like her.

Chi Zheng quietly saved the sticker, then replied:

“Love you.”

Ruan Tang’s cheeks burned hot at the two words.

As she hesitated over how to respond, a long pale hand suddenly snatched her phone away without warning.

Cold phoenix eyes swept across the glaring words on the screen. His gaze darkened.

After a moment, Gu Ming pressed the screen off, twirled the phone in his hand, and spoke in a low voice.

“No chatting during class. Phone confiscated. Come to my office after class to retrieve it.”

“!!”

Ruan Tang’s heart leapt. Her phone!

But… but there were plenty of classmates using their phones—why only her?!

Meanwhile, on the other end, Chi Zheng watched that “Love you” go read without a reply. Restless unease gnawed at him.

The band’s guitarist slung an arm around his shoulder, teasing.

“What’s wrong, Chi-ge? Can’t sit still? What, your girlfriend ran off with someone else?”

Chi Zheng shot him a vicious glare, eyes like a predator’s.

The guitarist jolted, yanked his arm back, and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

“I was kidding! Don’t mind me! Tangtang’s way too good for that—she’d never run off!”

The bassist joined in, grinning.

“So what happened, then?”

Chi Zheng’s brows knitted tighter.

“She’s not replying to me.”

The bassist stroked his chin, putting on an experienced air.

“Not replying, huh? That is a bit cold. How long’s it been? Hours? A whole day?”

Chi Zheng looked down at his phone, his expression darkening further.

“…A minute.”

The bassist fell silent.

The guitarist’s face turned purple from stifled laughter.

The lead singer walked over, clapped Chi Zheng’s shoulder, and sighed.

“Chi-ge, Tangtang’s a person, not an auto-reply bot. Please keep that in mind.”

But Chi Zheng still couldn’t relax.

His rehearsal was distracted, his eyes flicking back to his phone again and again. He sent multiple messages—no answer.

Was she really just focused on class?

At last, unable to take it, he ditched rehearsal and rushed toward T University.

His bandmates could only shake their heads.

“Didn’t think Chi-ge would turn into such a love-struck fool.”

“Good thing his skills are solid—even skipping practice, he’s fine.”

Chi Zheng’s heart burned with urgency, desperate to reach Ruan Tang. But unlucky timing had him stuck in weekend traffic.

He called her again and again—no answer. His anxiety spiked higher.

What was Tangtang doing?

Why wasn’t she answering?

Had someone else caught her attention?

Unthinkable. If so—

“Ah-choo!!”

Elsewhere, Ruan Tang sneezed several times in a row.

It felt like someone was thinking of her.

Gu Ming glanced at her phone, the screen flashing with call after call. His lips curved in a cold smile.

“Mr. Gu, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have looked at my phone during class. Could you please return it to me?”

Ruan Tang looked at him pitifully.

The office was empty save the two of them.

Outside the half-open window came the sound of students laughing.

Gu Ming leaned back in his swivel chair, slender fingers idly twirling a black fountain pen.

Sunlight streamed through the tall window, gilding his cold, handsome face.

“Ruan Tang. Have you forgotten something?”

She blinked, puzzled.

“Forgot… what?”

He set the pen aside and, without warning, tugged her forward.

She fell straight into his lap, face-to-face, her arms instinctively hooking around his neck.

Her skirt fluttered up before settling against his long pale thighs, stark against his dark trousers.

“Teacher?”

Her cheeks bloomed red in embarrassment. She squirmed to get down, but his arm tightened around her waist, holding her in place.

(t/n: Gu Ming is still a student, but he’s serving as a teaching assistant (TA) under his uncle, the actual professor. This is why he temporarily leads class sessions and has authority, though he’s not a full teacher.)