Y Medical University was a prestigious institution with a century-long history, a key project under the national 211 and 896 initiatives, and the only medical school in the city. Blessed with favorable timing and location, its campus was vast and scenic, boasting strong faculty and excellent teaching facilities.
At that moment, Gu Qiqi was walking with Rong Yi along a tree-lined path. Today, Rong Yi was dressed like a standard student—a gray hoodie, dark blue jeans, white sneakers, a baseball cap, and a large mask covering two-thirds of his face. His flowing, ethereal long hair was twisted into a cone and pinned atop his head, tightly secured under the cap, whose wide brim also concealed his deep, bright phoenix eyes and his sculpted facial contours.
This low-key disguise was Gu Qiqi’s foresight—lust knows no age, and infatuation cares nothing for education. If she paraded Rong Yi around openly, it would be like writing "I’ve got five million on me" in red ink on her forehead, inevitably causing unnecessary trouble. And while Rong Yi’s fully armed outfit, thanks to his tall, straight figure and transcendent aura, inevitably drew some attention from classmates, this level of interest was nothing but a drizzle compared to the "spectacle" at home a few days ago!
So, Gu Qiqi was quite satisfied, relaxed, and hummed a tune as she walked.
Rong Yi kept his hands in his pockets, with Gu Qiqi’s schoolbag slung diagonally over his shoulder, looking a bit lazy and distracted. However, Qiqi didn’t notice this. She walked along the shaded path, enthusiastically introducing the school’s various buildings to Rong Yi: "That’s our teaching building, student dorms, library, sports field..."
Her tone carried a hint of pride.
Unfortunately, her goodwill didn’t rub off on Rong Yi, who remained absent-minded, which annoyed Qiqi: "Hey! Rong Yi, I’m talking to you. Are you even listening?"
Rong Yi had been walking with his head down, slowly trailing behind Qiqi. When she suddenly stopped, he didn’t brace himself and nearly bumped into her.
Looking up, he saw the girl standing angrily under a sycamore tree.
At that moment, the early summer sunlight was exceptionally bright, filtering through the gaps in the green leaves and spilling over her. The sunlight danced and sparkled like mischievous sprites on her fair face and slightly fluffy long hair, as if someone had scattered a handful of glittering diamonds over her—bright, pure, and dazzling.
Rong Yi couldn’t help but squint slightly. Just then, he suddenly saw a faint golden halo flash across her brow! Though the light pattern lasted only a fleeting moment, making Rong Yi wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him, his heart still skipped a beat at that instant!
A halo! A pale golden halo!
Was it his imagination?
Rong Yi felt his heart pound wildly, and he abruptly lowered his ink-black eyes.
Yet, a vague unease lingered in his heart, and his body grew restless—as if something long dormant inside him had suddenly awakened, tinged with danger and curiosity, making his blood boil.
Rong Yi restrained himself, stepped back, and stood still, asking urgently, "What day is it today?"
Qiqi, hands on her hips, was glaring at the wolf king, ready to scold him for his inattentiveness, but his inexplicable question caught her off guard: "What do you mean, what day?"
"I’m asking, what’s the date on the lunar calendar?" Rong Yi chose his words carefully.