Senior Sister, Shut Up!

December 19th, Friday evening.

There were still five minutes before class ended. Su Huaizhou sat between Qi Lianyue and Shen Yu, resting her chin on her hand as she listened to the professor assign this week’s homework. Her gaze drifted out of the window, a touch absent-minded.

It had been over two months since she started dating.

After her Congee Boss identity was uncovered, the two of them were just like an ordinary college couple. When they had time, they ate meals together, went shopping on weekends, and took evening strolls hand in hand through the dormitory park.

But in other ways, they were not like ordinary couples.

Aside from the usual couple activities, she would capture Junior Brother and make him focus on writing. If he worked diligently, she would reward him by letting him gather material—such as dressing up in beautiful outfits at home and doing some embarrassing things.

She would also get some male cosplay outfits and half-threaten, half-bribe him to wear them to give her material for her illustrations.

Thanks to Junior Brother, her skills in drawing male characters were gradually improving, and the commissions she accepted were no longer limited to female characters.

Since starting college, Su Huaizhou had not touched a cent of her father’s money.

Her tuition and living expenses were entirely covered by her earnings from her artwork.

Especially during summer and winter breaks, when there were no classes, she could earn at least seven to eight thousand yuan each month solely through art commissions.

However, during the semester, her schedule was packed with classes, debate team activities, and Youth Association responsibilities, so her monthly income could only stay at around two to three thousand.

In this aspect, Su Huaizhou felt a bit envious of Jiang Miao.

For an experienced author accustomed to writing, completing a daily quota of 3,000 words took only about two hours of focused effort.

In comparison, spending two hours drawing was like a mere drop in the bucket for completing a single piece.

Still, Su Huaizhou remained committed to drawing an illustration for My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator every month.

Even though the art style was simple, readers would flood the chapter comments whenever Congee Boss appeared, piling up dozens of threads in response.

Some readers even joked, “I’m not here for the story. I’m just here for the illustrations.”

Su Huaizhou gleefully shared these comments with Jiang Miao. Despite his exasperation, he would still give likes to every single one of these readers’ posts.

Thinking of this, Su Huaizhou felt that her current life was very fulfilling and delightful.

There weren’t many dramatic ups and downs or unforgettable memories, but the steady routine sprinkled with occasional bits of fun made her truly content.

It was just like how she enjoyed his slice-of-life stories.

Peach Jam’s novels didn’t have any negativity, which was probably why she was so drawn to them.

Even though his previous books weren’t successful, Su Huaizhou had still enjoyed reading them.

Compared to stories where the protagonist was constantly oppressed, belittled, and secretly sabotaged, only to repeatedly turn the tables by pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger and then staging a dramatic counterattack to deliver face-slapping victories, Su Huaizhou much preferred narratives that found joy in the mundane.

Novels like this were rare, and authors who could achieve success writing them were even rarer.

Yet she had met such an author, and they had supported each other from high school all the way to the present.

And then they met in real life.

Every time she thought about it, it felt like a dream, so much so that she could hardly remember what it was like to once reject the idea of love and marriage.

[I Am Studying]: What are we having for dinner?!

With three minutes left before class ended, Shen Yu posted this question in their dorm room group chat.

Shen Yu tugged at Su Huaizhou’s sleeve to get her attention and gestured towards her phone.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Sorry, I already have dinner plans with Junior Brother.

[Yuelian in the Mist]: I’m meeting Zhao Lu to discuss the finals of the Magnificence Cup tonight, and we’ll have dinner together while we’re at it.

[I Am Studying]: Arghhhh!!! Damn it! You two are heartless!

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Aren’t you going to look for Zhang Panfeng?

[I Am Studying]: He’s already started his internship and won’t be free until the weekend!

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Then do you want to join us later? Go eat and then watch the finals?

[I Am Studying]: Hehe.

[I Am Studying]: Two pairs of dog lovers! I’m going back to the dorm!

[Silky Candy]: I have two coupons for Asakusa-kun’s House. Want to eat together?

[I Am Studying]: Really?! Where’d you get them?

[Silky Candy]: My boyfriend gave them to me.

Seeing Cao Jiayuan’s message in the group chat, Qi Lianyue immediately put her phone away.

Su Huaizhou didn’t keep looking at the chat either. She nudged Qi Lianyue’s waist with her elbow and asked quietly, “How’s the rental house situation? Has Zhao Lu found a place yet?”

“Yeah.” Qi Lianyue nodded. “From Saturday afternoon to Sunday night.”

“Then should I give you and Zhao Lu a chance?” Su Huaizhou teased. “You’ll be spending the night.”

“You should take care of your junior brother.”

“Hmph.”

It was just a night. She and Junior Brother had already reached this stage a long time ago.

Before long, the professor announced the end of class.

Su Huaizhou had already packed her bag. She walked out of the classroom with the crowd and spotted Jiang Miao in the sea of people.

He was leaning against the hallway wall, one hand tucked into his brown trench coat, the other holding his phone.

Upon seeing the crowd, he looked up at the front and back doors of the classroom, waiting quietly for Senior Sister.

When Su Huaizhou emerged from the back door, their eyes met across the crowd, and they smiled at each other. Jiang Miao made his way through the crowd and took Senior Sister’s hand into his.

“Why are you waiting here?” She felt at ease as Junior Brother held her hand and led her down the hallway. “There are seats in the nearby rest area.”

“I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Even a few seconds sooner is better.”

Jiang Miao loosened his grip, and Su Huaizhou instinctively opened her fingers. Immediately after, his fingers intertwined with hers, sending a wave of tingling warmth through her.

The large hand seamlessly fit around her small hand, tightly enclosing it.

“Did you write properly today?” Su Huaizhou asked, her tone strict, like a teacher checking homework.

“I’ve finished three thousand words.”

“How is that enough?!”

“We’re going to watch the competition tonight, so I won’t have any time.”

“It’s fine. The finals will end by 8 or 9 p.m. You’ll still have plenty of time when you get back.”

“No, there’s still the debate team dinner and rental house gathering tomorrow. I need to go to bed early and wake up early to be well-rested.”

“Exactly! You’re going out tomorrow, so you should finish your writing earlier and stock up on chapters!” Su Huaizhou pinched him. “What are you going to do tomorrow if you don’t?”

“Senior Sister, have you forgotten there’s such a thing as a leave of absence?” Jiang Miao said righteously. “An author who never takes leave is just like an office worker who doesn’t slack off at work. It’s shameful!”

“You sound pretty proud of yourself.” Su Huaizhou sneered. “Then I guess we can forget about the swimsuit thing.”

“?!” Jiang Miao was shocked. “Wasn’t this my reward for writing ten thousand words in a day? What does it have to do with whether I take leave tomorrow?”

“Rewards and punishments cancel each other out. It’s perfectly reasonable.”

“Come on, Senior Sister. You promised to help me gather material.”

“You’re almost done with the Xiamen trip arc anyway. There’s no swimming part, right?”

“There will be some later!”

“Then we’ll talk about it later.”

“No! Don’t! I’ll write when I get back tonight!”

Jiang Miao begged and swore to write, but he sighed inwardly, feeling that his life was completely in Senior Sister’s control.

…

5:30 p.m., Jinde Commons’ dormitory area.

After Ding Ning finished her meal, she had already reread the first speaker’s script five times. She paced back and forth in her room, reading aloud while timing herself with a stopwatch to check the speech’s length.

After more than a month of the Magnificence Cup Debate Competition, although Ding Ning still appeared delicate and frail in everyday life, on the debate stage, she had already become a seasoned first speaker.

Beside her, Pei Jue was sitting cross-legged on a chair, resting her chin on her hand as she yawned and watched Ding Ning prepare.

After Ding Ning finished reading the first speaker’s script again, Pei Jue asked, “Will your boyfriend be coming to watch?”

“Ah, huh? Ding Ning froze for a moment, then her face turned red. She waved her hands in denial. “He’s… he’s not my boyfriend yet! Don’t say that. He’ll get mad if he finds out.”

“Eh~” Pei Jue couldn’t be bothered to expose her and sighed. “It’s a pity Jiang Miao isn’t going on stage this time. If he and Wang Xin teamed up, the finals would be a sure win, wouldn’t it?”

Ding Ning covered her mouth and giggled. “That’s true. It’s such a shame. If you were competing this time and had a little fall again, Jiang Miao would’ve gotten your spot.”

Pei Jue shot her a glare, clearly annoyed. She got up from her chair, hugged Ding Ning, and started tickling her, making her beg for mercy.

After the commotion, they tidied up and went downstairs.

As soon as they walked out of the dormitory building, Pe Jue spotted Chen Haoshang waiting not far from the entrance.

It was already winter, and the cold weather made the wind bite sharply whenever it slithered into gaps like a slippery loach.

Chen Haoshang was leaning against his electric scooter, both hands stuffed into the pockets of his black coat, waiting quietly by the roadside.

Occasionally, he would exhale a puff of hot air, which turned into a mist in front of his tanned face before slowly dissipating.

Ding Ning was competing today, so she wore a suit with only a thin cotton shirt under her white dress shirt.

The cold wind outside the door made her shiver.

But the moment she saw Chen Haoshang, the coldness on her face melted like winter snow touched by sunlight, replaced by a blossoming smile.

But just as her body instinctively wanted to rush forward, she suddenly realized that her dear roommate was still beside her.

So she could only restrain her steps, trying to appear less eager. The result was an awkward, hesitant walk, as though she wanted to take big strides but kept pulling back, eventually settling into small, quick steps.

Pei Jue couldn’t stand it anymore. She patted Ding Ning on the back and urged, “If you want to go over, go quickly. Stop dragging your feet.”

“Okay!”

With her roommate’s consent, Ding Ning didn’t think twice and immediately darted forward like a happy puppy let loose. Pei Jue widened her mouth in disbelief, feeling their friendship was actually so fragile.

At least pretend to hesitate a little? This is too forward…

Pei Jue watched with a bitter look as Ding Ning’s small figure raced towards Chen Haoshang. Just before she reached him, she suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him. She didn’t dare to rush into his arms.

Chen Haoshang looked at Ding Ning’s rosy face but didn’t say anything. He took off his black coat, wrapped it around her, and lifted her onto the back seat of his scooter.

The coat was large and reached Chen Haoshang’s knees when he put it on.

On Ding Ning, it was even longer, completely wrapping around her and almost dragging on the ground.

She felt warm all over, wrapped in Chen Haoshang’s scent. She blushed as she stole glances at his face, feeling sweet inside.

Meanwhile, Pei Jue stood not far from the dormitory entrance, watching the couple ride off into the distance. Finally, she sighed faintly.

The cold wind swept in again, causing her to tighten her coat. It only made her feel even colder.

From now on, I’ll never go downstairs with Ding Ning when she has major competition days… Pei Jue made a firm resolution in her heart.

…

After dinner, Jiang Miao and Senior Sister went to the school’s Entrepreneurial Center.

The Youth Association’s office was located here.

However, Jiang Miao wasn’t here to be drained dry today. He had come with Senior Sister to watch the debate team’s finals.

Since November, the School of Business’s Magnificence Cup Debate Competition had been underway.

A total of sixteen departments were divided into four groups, with three rounds of group matches. The top two teams from each group would advance.

After that came the quarterfinals, semifinals, and eventually the finals.

Jiang Miao, as a member of the debate team, had contributed little apart from occasionally accompanying Su Huaizhou to team practice sessions and providing some perspective on debate topics.

On the other hand, Wang Xin had firmly held the position of the fourth speaker in the team. Jiang Miao, the only one who could replace him, didn’t want to compete, so Wang Xin stayed as the team’s fourth speaker and easily defeated the first-year teams from the other departments.

“It’s a shame you’re not going on stage,” Su Huaizhou said, holding Jiang Miao’s hand as they entered the Entrepreneurial Center’s Hall 1 for the finals. They took a seat in the front row reserved for the Department of Accounting’s debate team.

“Senior Sister, please don’t curse our teammates.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since you want me to go on stage, aren’t you cursing our teammates to have an accident?” Jiang Miao teased, earning a kick from Su Huaizhou.

In fact, even if something had happened to a team member today, Jiang Miao still didn’t want to compete on stage.

It was mainly because the debate topics of the Magnificence Cup, compared to the previous first-year competition, were really too dull.

After all, it was a school-level competition. With professors and school leaders paying attention, it was impossible to have outlandish, imaginative topics. Instead, the debates focused primarily on serious social issues.

For example, tonight’s debate topic was: Does the Nobel Prize in Literature promote or hinder the development of literature?

Jiang Miao found it rather boring.

If the Nobel Prize in Literature were replaced with online literature, he might find it more interesting.

“So, which side are you on?” Su Huaizhou asked after sitting down.

“I’m in the middle,” Jiang Miao said without hesitation, being a fence-sitter.

Su Huaizhou rolled her eyes at him and made a pinching gesture at him.

Jiang Miao quickly explained, “I don’t know much about this literary award. I haven’t read any of the winning works.”

“To think you’re a novelist.” Su Huaizhou bit his ear and whispered, “How unprofessional of you.”

“Web novels are written for the masses,” Jiang Miao said. “And those works in the clouds are destined to only be observed by a few.”

“If you dare to say that out loud, be careful not to get beaten up.” She chuckled.

“I’m just a minor immature author. My horizons are narrow, and my experience is shallow. I hope you can be magnanimous and not take my words to heart.”

“You’re only good at using your mouth.”

“Yes, Senior Sister, you know me best.”

“… Go to hell!”