Each with Their Own Schemes

Su Qi tossed and turned in bed, still unable to sleep at three in the morning.

She had to admit it—she had insomnia, and the reason was that she had been scared.

As a dignified seven-foot-tall woman, how could she be afraid of ghosts and monsters? Su Qi forced herself to ask the system, "Are you there, System?"

"I'm here, I'm here! Host, there's no need to panic too much. Ghosts and gods are merely legends and cannot be taken seriously. Please believe in science."

Su Qi only felt even more panicked. You're clearly not a product of science, yet you're saying something like that.

She clamped the blanket tightly between her legs, only feeling slightly reassured when she caught the faint orchid scent belonging to Wang Yun.

As the sky outside gradually brightened, Su Qi finally relaxed and slowly fell asleep. Even then, her sleeping posture was extremely restless. She curled into a ball in the corner, looking utterly pitiful.

The system let out a breath of relief. She called for it every ten minutes, every ten minutes—it was annoyed to the point of despair too.

Still, looking at Su Qi's sleeping face, the system suddenly had the illusion that an unruly child had finally gone to sleep.

Inside the boys' dormitory.

"Brother Qi, Brother Qi, what time is it?" Wang Dongxu asked groggily.

"What time is it? You're already getting up? If you're getting up, why are you making such a racket? Didn't Brother Qi already leave?" Wu Wei answered, equally grumpy from being awakened.

The boys' dormitory had only one window. At the moment, heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, making the entire room as dark as night. They were treasures left behind by the previous batch of seniors, and thanks to them, their biological clocks had been completely thrown off.

As long as those curtains were drawn, it was like using a magic card—day turned into night. They used to have Su Qi to wake them up, but now, without alarms, the two of them relied on instinct to get out of bed. The result was...

"Fuck, it's already ten o'clock!" Wang Dongxu shouted as he looked at his phone.

"Ten o'clock? Then roll call is already over. Go back to sleep!" Wu Wei changed positions and fell asleep again.

Wang Dongxu thought that made perfect sense. He farted in agreement, then drifted back into a deep sleep.

Naturally, at that very moment, countless boys' dormitories were repeating the same routine.

In the classroom, Gu Panpan curiously looked at her two campus-beauty roommates.

This time, the two of them were not sitting together. Instead, one sat on each side of Gu Panpan.

Both wore faint smiles, seemingly in quite good moods.

That left Gu Panpan puzzled. The two were clearly rivals. It would have been understandable if only one of them was happy, but both of them looked as if they had made progress. Gu Panpan simply could not figure it out.

And judging by their expressions, neither seemed willing to share the information she knew.

At the moment, neither of them was paying attention to class. Instead, they were focused on their phones.

Gu Panpan looked at An Ning on her left and saw that she was browsing Taobao. That was strange—this young lady was not short of money, and she never bought clothes online. She always went to physical stores, and only bought high-end goods.

Gu Panpan's interest was immediately piqued. She wanted to see what An Ning was searching for, but after seeing it, she could no longer remain calm.

S BDSM prop set: teasing, fun restraint, bondage, adult toys.

The picture showed an anime character tied up. Her curves were exquisite, an unnatural blush at the corner of her lips. Her legs seemed to be trying to retreat backward, but chains bound her in place, leaving her unable to retreat. She could only press her knees together to gain a sense of security.

Although no sensitive areas were exposed, the scene was depicted with startling realism, making Gu Panpan involuntarily imagine it.

Su Qi tied to a bed by An Ning, being drained dry.

Eh—no, shouldn't this be for women?

Why did I imagine Su Qi using it? At that moment, An Ning turned her head. Seeing the surprise in Gu Panpan's eyes, she smiled sweetly and asked slowly, enunciating every word, "Did you see something just now?"

Though An Ning was smiling, Gu Panpan felt as if she had been targeted by a beautiful snake. She hurriedly shook her head. She definitely did not want those tools used on her.

She could only turn to look at Wang Zijin beside her, hoping to soothe the trauma her young heart had just suffered.

Wang Zijin was also playing with her phone, mischief glinting in her almond-shaped eyes. After a year of living together, Gu Panpan felt that Wang Zijin truly fit the image of a refined young lady—the Model of Demureness.

She had always listened attentively in class and rarely played on her phone afterward. Most of the time in the dorm, she held a book and read at an unhurried pace, carrying herself with an air of scholarly elegance.

Driven by gossip, Gu Panpan looked at the phone of Wang Zijin, the very model of a refined young lady.

It was not a Taobao or Pinduoduo page, which made Gu Panpan breathe a sigh of relief. An Ning's search had been far too explosive. Who could have imagined that a girl—and a campus beauty at that—would search for something like that? If word got out, would her public image not collapse?

Wang Zijin was chatting with someone.

Gu Panpan knew that Wang Zijin's family ran a hospital and that several generations of her family had practiced medicine. She had an older brother and an older sister. Her brother had inherited the family's medical tradition and would carry it on in the future, freeing the two sisters from that responsibility.

Although Wang Zijin was not studying medicine, she had absorbed a great deal of health knowledge through constant exposure, and she also had many connections in the medical field.

At that moment, she was chatting on WeChat with someone whose profile picture showed them in a white coat. It looked like some doctor.

Then Gu Panpan watched Wang Zijin transfer 1,399 yuan to that doctor.

What kind of medicine costs so much?

After the doctor accepted the money, he sent: Don't worry. It'll definitely make your little lover sleep unconscious for eight hours, and there won't be any side effects.

Hiss—

Gu Panpan sucked in a breath, hardly daring to believe that the person before her was really Wang Zijin, the Model of Demureness from a distinguished family who supposedly never did anything improper.

Then she saw Wang Zijin reveal the same awkward smile as An Ning. Afterward, she said gently, one word at a time, "What. Did. You. Just. See?"

Gu Panpan hurriedly shook her head, indicating that she had seen nothing.

Am I going to be silenced because I know too much? What do I do? I'm kind of scared.

For the remaining half of the class, Gu Panpan felt utterly miserable. Time seemed to have stopped, making every moment feel like a year.

After class, she hurried back to the dormitory and patted her startled little bunny, which was rising and falling with her breath.

Oh my god, this was too terrifying. Her two campus-beauty roommates were actually preparing to make Su Qi submit through physical and magical means respectively.

Thinking of the two campus beauties described on the forum as gentle, virtuous, and noble, yet doing something like this, Gu Panpan could not help shivering.

It was clearly the height of summer, so why did she suddenly feel cold?

Thinking of Su Qi, who was both beautiful enough to eat and adorably soft like a steamed bun, Gu Panpan silently mourned for her. With two campus beauties this proactive, who knew whether it was a blessing or a disaster? I hope you can hold on—