Chapter 8: My sister can’t play with my sister

A student daring to publicly call out her teacher for being shameless?

Who was this tiny warrior’s commander, so fearless?

Then, the crowd noticed the small metal nameplate on her collar: “Student Council President.”
Shockingly, the entire college’s president was this pint-sized girl?

Lin Lu was floored.
Was this the same socially anxious, reclusive Yi Dian Dian he knew?

Back in middle school, she’d duck her head around strangers, too shy to speak or join clubs.

Disaster! Another enemy—now the student council president.

Yet, Zhuang Yan Yue took Yi Dian Dian’s jab in stride, her smile polite.
“This little~ classmate, how exactly am I shameless?”

“I’m not little! I’m a college student!”

Zhuang Yan Yue’s emphasis on “little” riled Yi Dian Dian, hitting her sore spot.
Her past shyness stemmed partly from height insecurities.

Zhuang Yan Yue stepped closer, her towering figure overshadowing the petite girl.
The contrast between the mature woman and the loli was stark.
Keen observers noticed their similar features, especially the tiny mole under their right eye.

Lin Lu knew they were cousins, always at odds.

Standing together, they looked less like sisters and more like a young mother and daughter.

“You stalled at the door, clearly doing something shady with him!
Those things in your hand are proof!”

A Weak Defense

Seizing his chance, Lin Lu interjected.
“Teacher Zhuang was just hot and changed into slippers…
It’s summer, no AC—it’s stuffy.”

He grabbed the AC remote from the desk, turning it on while fanning his collar, implying Zhuang Yan Yue’s disheveled shirt was due to heat.

“You’re lying! You took forever to open the door, and her voice sounded panicked!”
Yi Dian Dian’s tone was resolute.

Lin Lu wanted to yeet this kid out.

Despite her upper hand, Yi Dian Dian was being played, her sharp reasoning feeding Zhuang Yan Yue’s scheme, unknowingly fueling the gossip.

The younger cousin couldn’t outsmart the older one.

Lin Lu’s explanation failed—now it was a mess he couldn’t clean up.

But didn’t this hurt Zhuang Yan Yue’s reputation too?
Was her hatred so deep she’d go for mutual destruction?

Fueling the Fire

Unfazed, Zhuang Yan Yue didn’t defend herself, instead prodding Yi Dian Dian.
“Then tell me, what shady things did we do?”

“It was… uh…”

Yi Dian Dian’s bravado faltered, her face flushing as she stammered.
Her mind painted scandalous scenes, but as a well-mannered girl, she couldn’t utter crude words or anything risqué.

She didn’t need to—everyone’s imaginations already spun wild tales.

“I’ll report you to the school!
For using your position to seduce male students!”

Yi Dian Dian plopped back down, pouting, fuming silently.
Seeing her ex after years, cozying up to her hated cousin, and covering it up?
Infuriating!

“Alright, let’s discuss your ideas for the gala program.
The lecture hall wasn’t ideal for this.”
Zhuang Yan Yue brushed off the threat like child’s play.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.”

Lin Lu turned to go, but Zhuang Yan Yue stopped him.
“You’re my appointed coordinator—how can we plan without you?”

A Hostile Room

Trapped between a vengeful counselor and a bitter student council president—both exes—Lin Lu felt like he was on pins and needles.
Every second risked new punishment.
Zhuang Yan Yue had already mentally tortured him earlier.

She turned to the group on the sofas.
“Everyone share your thoughts, then we’ll vote.
The highest vote-getter will be the planning coordinator, working with Lin Lu.”

Escape was impossible, but Lin Lu planned to coast, staying silent.
Plenty of eager students would jump at the chance to shine—let them handle it.

Scanning for a seat, he found only one spot—next to Yi Dian Dian.
Reluctantly, he sat, the soft sofa sinking under him.
Yi Dian Dian, tiny as she was, slid toward him, nearly tumbling into his lap.
He caught her waist just in time.

Her waist was impossibly slim, yet her small frame had surprising curves, all in the right places.
Enviably, her slight weight was perfectly distributed.

That familiar milky scent…
Why was she, a college student, still using kid’s bubble bath?

Old Sparks, New Tensions

As Lin Lu noted Yi Dian Dian’s changes, she felt them too.
Blushing, she sat upright, rattled by his warm hand on her waist.
He’d grown so much—tall, undeniably adult.

Yet she still felt like a kid, despite being two years older, his senior.

While Yi Dian Dian’s thoughts swirled, a bespectacled, lanky boy addressed Zhuang Yan Yue eagerly.
“Teacher, with 18 classes in our grade, each could do a program.
We’d vote for the best, ensuring everyone participates and we have plenty of options.
What do you think?”

Lin Lu inwardly groaned.
Not every student wanted to perform.
Between military training and rehearsals, it’d be exhausting.
Most preferred slacking or gaming in their dorms.

Zhuang Yan Yue nodded politely but stayed noncommittal.
No approval meant rejection—overworking freshmen wouldn’t win her favor as a new counselor.

Another buzz-cut boy stood—the “acting class leader” who’d rallied Lin Lu’s dorm for the grade meeting.
“He’s got a point, but I disagree.
Each class has just 20-odd people; polished programs are tough.
Why not pick a few from each class for a big joint show, maybe even with other grades?
It saves time and ensures quality.
Teacher, your thoughts?”

Forced into the Spotlight

Ideas flew as Lin Lu tuned out, scrolling his phone for part-time jobs.

After the round, Zhuang Yan Yue’s gaze landed on him.
“Lin Lu, you’ve been quiet.
Surely you’ve thought of a plan?
Share it—you’re the coordinator.”