Chapter 4: The Heiress and the Illegitimate School Tyrant

The original male lead fought with Xiao Yi every day, and the worst injury was a kick to the groin that left him seriously hurt, rendering him unable to function or reproduce.

“System, are you serious? Unable to function? Then how am I supposed to have children?”

“Host, don’t worry. Here, take a Ti Xiang pill from us, and that will suffice.”

“If the host wants to have children, after consummation, you can take the Sheng Zi pill to conceive.”

Song Qian nodded at the system. “Alright, I understand.”

“All pills from your first world are free of charge.”

“Got it. System, I still have no clue where my target is. Please tell me where Xiao Yi is.”

Suddenly, the system’s mechanical, cold voice echoed in Song Qian’s mind: “The target is currently on the playground.” She paused slightly, a complex mix of anticipation and nervousness swelling in her heart. She smoothed her hair from her shoulders, took a deep breath, and quickened her pace toward the playground. The hem of her skirt fluttered lightly with her eager steps as she wondered what the person she was about to meet would look like.

Sunlight poured down the tree-lined path of the campus, and Song Qian appeared like a fairy stepping out of a painting. Her skin was fairer than snow, delicate and smooth like refined mutton fat jade, with a faint blush. Her eyes were like clear, serene pools, sparkling subtly with fragments of starlight. Her long eyelashes fanned out like fans, fluttering lightly to stir the soul. Her nose was small and straight, with soft, elegant lines. Her lips, naturally tinted like cherries without a trace of makeup, curled up slightly in an inherent coquettish smile. Her long black hair, silky as satin, draped smoothly down her back, swaying gently with her graceful steps. A few playful strands brushed her cheeks, highlighting her exquisitely beautiful features. Anyone who glanced at her would find it impossible to look away—truly the epitome of the campus belle.

As she stepped onto the playground, a basketball came hurtling toward her, carried by a gust of wind. Startled and frozen in place, Song Qian was caught off guard. Suddenly, a figure dashed forward swiftly—Lian Yi leapt high and caught the ball firmly with one hand. He landed steadily, dressed in ripped jeans and a simple white shirt that fit snugly over his broad, muscular chest and toned arms. The hem of his shirt was casually tucked into the waistband of his deep blue, torn jeans, accentuating his lean waist. The collar was slightly open, revealing sharply defined collarbones, lending him a rebellious kind of sexiness. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a black sports wristband added an extra touch of cool and stylish flair, drawing admiring glances from onlookers.

Sweat dampened his front bangs, strands falling unruly over his strong eyebrows. His eyes were deep and spirited, and beneath his high nose, his thin lips curved slightly. “Be careful, beauty,” he said with a hint of playful cynicism, yet his gaze locked firmly on Song Qian. Her heart inexplicably skipped a beat—was this love at first sight?

In that instant, the whole world seemed to blur, leaving only her radiant figure clear and vivid as a painting. His heart suddenly missed a beat, then pounded wildly as if out of control, drumming rapidly in his chest.

A flush quickly rose from his ears to his cheeks. Lian Yi instinctively tugged at his collar, trying to ease the sudden heat and nervous tension. Yet his gaze was magnetically fixed on her every movement: each time she lightly lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear or smiled softly, it struck him like a hammer blow, making his heartbeat race uncontrollably. His mind and eyes were filled only with this girl, whose image had been deeply etched into his soul upon their first meeting.

Song Qian lifted her eyes to look at Lian Yi standing so close. The sunlight outlined his white shirt with a warm golden halo, making his figure appear even taller and more handsome. The intensity of his gaze felt like burning heat, causing a strange tremor in her heart and a faint blush to creep up her cheeks.

She quickly averted her eyes, her fingers instinctively clutching the hem of her shirt, trying to calm the inexplicable flutter in her chest. A gentle breeze brushed her hair, bringing a moment of coolness but failing to dispel the tangled emotions within. She told herself it was just the excitement of the playground atmosphere, unaware that her restless heartbeat was already playing a melody called “love’s awakening.” In her innocent ignorance, her tender heart had quietly surrendered, though she herself remained blissfully unaware.