Everyone Loved He Li'an

"Do you know me?"

This was the 250th person Yu An had stopped.

He looked at them with great anticipation.

But they merely glanced at him, as dismissively as if looking at roadside grass and flowers. "No."

The same answer as the previous 249 people.

Yu An was disappointed.

Out of so many people, not one recognized him. That meant he definitely wasn't part of the main cast.

What's more...

He lowered his head to look at the blurred name tag on his uniform.

It didn't even have a name.

So he was most likely just an insignificant extra.

Yu An felt deeply humiliated.

Yu An was furious.

He should have just died outside back then.

But it was fine.

It wasn't too late to die now.

A sudden realization struck Yu An, and he strode toward the school gates.

If he had to talk about experience with death, he only had one instance.

The internet said adults needed to leave home and venture out into the world.

So, after celebrating his eighteenth birthday at home yesterday, he had left the house early this morning.

He hailed a taxi. Before he had decided where to go, the driver suggested downtown, where there were the most young people.

Yu An thought the driver was nice. He didn't mind that the driver was listening to a novel out loud, and he was forced to hear some of the plot.

"Do you really love me? Your heart only has He Li'an in it! Too bad he died early. You and he will never have a chance in this lifetime!"

"It's been years since we graduated. Do you have to bring up Senior He every time we argue?"

"Do you dare say you never liked He Li'an?"

"...So what if I liked him back then? That's all in the past. Besides, back then at St. Phelien Noble Academy, who didn't like Senior He?"

"Yeah, everyone loved He Li'an. So what was I, Sheng Xize, to you?"

"Senior He was noble and elegant, kind and generous. What could you possibly compare to him..."

The protagonists kept arguing about someone named "He Li'an," yet their argument made no sense, with no logic or point to it.

Yu An's head buzzed from listening to it.

Then the car suffered a violent impact.

His body flew out of the car beyond his control.

When Yu An regained consciousness, he was standing at the gates of St. Phelien Noble Academy.

He quickly realized that he had transmigrated into the novel the driver had been listening to.

But none of that mattered anymore, so there was no need to mention it.

Based on experience, all he had to do was walk into the middle of the road and get hit by a car.

There were a lot of people at the school gates.

"Quick, quick, quick, he's coming!"

"Help me check—does my hair look okay?"

"..."

Who knew what was coming.

Everyone looked extremely excited.

Yu An was in a hurry to die and didn't care about any of it.

But the next second, the crowd surged, and Yu An was knocked into a spin on the spot.

Before he could steady himself, someone else crashed into him.

Yu An fell to the ground, and several people stepped right over him.

"Ahhh, Senior He!!!"

The crowd shrieked and surged in the same direction. Not a single person apologized to him.

Not a single person spared him another glance.

He was so angry.

He wanted to die even more.

He simply didn't want to stay another second in this shitty novel full of uncivilized, rude people.

He was going to die! Immediately! Right now! This instant!

"Hiss—" The moment Yu An moved, a sharp pain shot through his ankle.

As he fell back down, a piercing scream rang out ahead:

"He Li'an! I love you!!!"

He Li'an.

That name sounded familiar.

Yu An remembered. The two protagonists had repeatedly mentioned someone named He Li'an while arguing.

But hadn't He Li'an died?

The surroundings suddenly fell quiet.

Yu An lifted his head in confusion and saw a tall, straight figure walking toward him against the light.

With the sunlight behind him, Yu An couldn't make out his face. He could only see the outline of his body: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. The same uniform looked tailor-made on him, elegant and refined, carrying an innate air of nobility.

"Student, how are you? Are you hurt?"

A young man's clear, gentle voice sounded above him as his tall figure bent down into a crouch.

Yu An saw the name tag clearly: He Li'an.

He suddenly understood. This was the prequel to that novel—the protagonists' student days.

He Li'an, the person the protagonists called beloved by everyone, was still alive, right in front of him.

The realization made Yu An's heart pound like a drum.

He slowly raised his eyes and was instantly captivated by He Li'an's flawless, sculpted face.

No wonder everyone loved He Li'an.

Someone this beautiful had to be very civilized and polite.

Yu An felt that dying today wasn't absolutely necessary.

Living a little longer was fine too.

He stared blankly for so long that He Li'an's gaze turned worried. "You..."

"I'm hurt! I'm very hurt!" Yu An answered eagerly, pointing at his ankle. "It hurts."

He Li'an reached out and, with extremely gentle movements, lightly rubbed and pressed the thin, bony ankle while watching Yu An's reaction.

The boy's clean, delicate face was overly pale, making him look frail and sickly. Even his lips were pale. His eyes were innocent and bright like a newborn puppy's, so obedient that he seemed a little pitiful.

He Li'an's movements became even gentler. "It should be a sprain. I'll take you to the infirmary, all right?"

He had been quite gentle, so it probably didn't hurt too much, but he still noticed the tiny expression of Yu An pressing his lips together.

Yu An nodded rapidly. "Okay!"

He Li'an really was civilized and polite!

Yu An proactively grabbed He Li'an's hand. He Li'an froze for a moment before realizing Yu An wanted support, then immediately helped him up with careful movements.

The fingers in his hand were thin too, like he was holding a handful of bones.

"Ow, ow, ow—" As soon as Yu An stood steadily, a piercing pain shot through his ankle.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground again, an arm tightened around his waist, and he was lifted into a bridal carry.

Yu An had never been carried before, so he was a little nervous. By reflex, he wrapped his arms tightly around He Li'an's neck.

He Li'an soothed him warmly. "Don't worry. I won't let you fall."

He discreetly weighed Yu An in his arms.

Very thin and very light.

He was probably a picky child who never ate properly.

The surrounding students' eyes nearly fell out, but He Li'an was a highly respected senior at school, so no one dared say much.

Yu An was reassured. He relaxed and curved his bright eyes in a smile. "Thank you, He Li'an."

He Li'an corrected him solemnly. "Call me Senior."

Yu An said, "Senior He."

Seeing how obedient he was, He Li'an's lips curved slightly. "You're from the high school division, right? How did you end up over here?"

"I'm not from the high school division!"

The high school division sounded like it was for children. He was already an adult!

He Li'an lowered his head to examine his face in surprise, then asked uncertainly, "Are you a first-year university student?"

Yu An nodded without hesitation. "Mm."

Being an extra wasn't so bad. He could just make up his identity as he went.