Chapter 1: The Fallen Angel of Christmas Eve

  In college, Christmas is more lively than any other holiday, with balloons and fireworks everywhere, and the dreamy-eyed boys and girls treating themselves as the protagonists of a romantic story.

  He Fei slung her bag over her shoulder, pulled down the hood of her coffee-colored down jacket, and stood for a moment at the entrance to the auditorium. The warm air from the air conditioner mixed with the humid air emitted by people's bodies, causing her to unconsciously lift her scarf up a bit. She turned around and headed in the direction of the teaching building. Although the self-study room was cold, compared to this kind of empty warmth, today was at least quiet.

  The soft soles of her shoes fell to the ground, still echoing, as classroom after classroom passed by. The teaching building was even more deserted than she had imagined, and everyone seemed to have selectively forgotten about the upcoming final exams. But that was okay, she still liked the usual empty classrooms where she could stare blankly without worrying about anything.

  But God obviously didn't think so, when she pushed open the door and found someone lying in her usual corner, seemingly asleep. He Fei approached cautiously, and only when the mist on her glasses disappeared did she narrow her eyes to confirm that it was a boy occupying her seat, his face hidden by his elbow, with messy half-long hair that shone golden in the light, very soft. It reminded her of the puppy she had insisted on raising as a child but had been unintentionally abandoned.

  Dazed for a moment, He Fei, who was originally feeling a bit suffocated, decided not to wake him up. She bent down and reached into the drawer of her seat to retrieve her notebook and book. Since she had been sitting here for a long time, and not many people were interested in this corner seat, she would often leave some commonly used books here.

  "Cough——" Someone coughed on the top of her head, then moved slightly, seeming a bit stiff. He Fei didn't expect him to wake up so quickly, she sat up straight, holding the book in her hand, looking at the intruder. He lifted his head, with a strand of hair hanging down softly in front of his forehead, half covering his long eyelashes.

  Take a closer look at his appearance, and He Fei's usually calm heart also suddenly sprouted dissatisfaction - a man growing up like this is indeed a waste. The reason for using "indeed" is because she has long admired his reputation.

  Throughout the ages, beautiful women have always been gossiped about, with their beauty being equivalent to their fame. He Fei doesn't know who the school flower is, but she knows everything about this person's family background and social status.

  Mi Lu, a Chinese major exchange student, the first "talented man and beauty" of our school. Note that this idiom is used to describe him alone.

  But he knew that He Fei wasn't the kind of person who was easy to get close to, and he didn't plan on calling out his name to try to buddy up. He seemed like he hadn't woken up yet, his eyes were blurry as he looked around, and his voice was nasal and soft: "Is there something going on?"

  "Take the book." He Fei said matter-of-factly.

  "Your seat?"

  It's obvious. He Fei didn't want to answer the unnecessary question, she just quietly looked at him, if he was willing to leave now it would be best, so as not to trouble her with moving things.

  He didn't expect someone to shoo him away, so Mimi rubbed his eyes and looked down at the book on the table, subconsciously sliding into the seat next to it. He muttered vaguely, "Your book is here, that's your seat... huh?" He let out a yawn, probably waking up fully now, and slid back over, his voice much clearer, "I'm still here."

  He Fei thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, planning to continue bending down to pick up the book. However, the space between the seats in the classroom was not very large, so if two people wanted to reach a higher level of spatial capacity, they would inevitably have to deal with, uh, posture issues.

  Then, Mi Lu straightened her body and leaned back a bit.

  "Thank you." She bent down, her breath and long hair sliding out in an arc on his chest, disappearing into the shadow of the desk.

  Mi Lu looked at her long hair, but said: "Your voice sounds good."

  Many people say so, so she continued to nod in agreement. However, perhaps when she was younger, she would have taken it as a compliment, but now she has learned to understand the astonishment, after all, an ordinary-looking person having such a charming voice is hard for people to accept, it's only human nature.

  Hawick Lau's wife, Yang Mi

  ？！

  If what happened just now was normal, then Miro shouting his own name is an exception.

  He Fei thought she was hallucinating.

  "He Fei." The person above her head shouted again, perhaps because the two were too close, or perhaps he spoke too slowly, making it sound serious.

  He Fei took out the book from the drawer, looked up at him, and Mi Lu pulled out "College English III Exercise Book" from her hand and placed it on the table. Her long fingers pressed down on the green cover, also half covering her name, giving off an inexplicable sense of intimacy. For some reason, He Fei felt that she had taken advantage of something, beautiful people are just beautiful, even their fingers look good, under the light, they have a transparent quality like top-grade sheep fat jade. In comparison, her own name written in blue ballpoint pen was simply desecration.

  "I just flipped through your English exercise book," said Mi Lu with a natural expression, only the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "70% of the questions you did were wrong, which means that not only can't you do it, but you're also unlucky."

  After hearing this, He Fei's expression was also very calm, and it was indeed the case.

  "How can I help you with your studies?"

  This time, He Fei's eyes involuntarily blinked a few times, but that was all. She wasn't someone who had never made up for lost lessons, she just had never passed before.

  "Guaranteed passing for the final exam."

  "A guarantee?" The first time I've heard of someone daring to guarantee this.

  "Envelope."

  The genius replied with a tempting price: "What are the conditions?"

  "Come with me."

  He Fei did not expect that Mi Lu walked to the internet cafe package room at the school gate.

  "Christmas, the guild in the game has an activity, voice chat channel, you log in to this account," Mi Lu started up her own computer, pulled out the keyboard from in front of her, typed a string of letters into the login box, entered the password, and handed over the headset to her, "Just say a few words will do."

  Looking at the familiar login buffering page, He Fei hesitated for a moment and took over the microphone.

  "City of Prayer", crimson words dissipated in a silver-white paradise.

  She thought she would never see this scene again.

  ".... Didn't you hear what I just said?" The Miro beside her turned sideways to look at her.

  "What?" She shook her head.

  "Don't deny being a beauty later."

  The words sounded strange, but Hawick quickly understood what he meant. As for the voice, with her own vocal cords, she would definitely be considered a beauty.

  Isn't the real owner of this account good-looking but with an unpleasant voice? "Got it."

  "I hope you can say a few more words later on, it involves me teaching you a few sentences." Milu's tone seemed somewhat chilly.

  "I got it." He Fei obediently added another word and put on her headphones.

  Mi Lu helped her open the voice channel, set it online, and then turned back to his seat.

  The channel immediately transmitted a more exaggerated cry than the indigenous people of India.

  "Help! The mistress is coming in, she's arrived!"

  "Soft? Impossible! You're seeing things!"

  "Online, online, look!"

  Her name screenshot appeared in the channel immediately.

  Faye

  He Fei's mouth twitched at this name.

  Turning back, Mi Lu was calmly adjusting the volume of her headphones, seemingly unaware of He Fei's inquiring gaze. She could only turn her eyes back to the screen, staring blankly at the scrolling text.

  "Wow, there's a woman!"

  "Wow, pretty? Cute? Whatever!"

  "Fallen Heaven's Bias won't let it go: 'Dead duck, great rebellion, dare to covet the leader's wife!'"

  "Ga ga, I am a goose, white swan goose, ga ga ~"

  Then someone came out to maintain order.

  Falling Heaven's Fifth Squad Captain - Qing Feng: "Tomorrow in the city war, you two go and lure the BOSS."

  "Captain, I was wrong..."

  Lucifer: "Everyone be quiet."

  Then, He Fei heard Mi Lu's voice: "Fei'er, speak."

  "Everyone, Merry Christmas."

  The channel, which was still buzzing with excitement from Lin Mi's words, suddenly fell silent.

  After a while, the screen started rolling again.

  Fallen Little Treasure Spirit: "Soul-destroying b_d."

  Fallen Heaven's First Team Leader - Chiyan: "Lingering Sound."

  Little Devil's Face: "O(?)";?)o Fallen Fish and Descended Goose?"

  ……

  Fallen angel: "I'll go Baidu it."

  "Really said better than sing!"

  He Fei played a full set and continued to say gently: "Thank you for the compliment."

  A gust of wind blows by, and then another one blows by.

  The world is very quiet, everyone is speechless.

  Mi Lu knew blowing into the microphone and said very calmly: "Why has everyone stopped talking?"

  "Big brother, we were wrong!"

  "We shouldn't doubt that the leader's wife is a man..."

  "What we're sending out is just noise compared to the mistress of the manor!"

  "Fallen angel's coquettish eyebrows: 'I'll never speak again, I don't have the right to be a woman...'"

  "Fallen angel": "Dead demon, what's the excitement about?"

  "Hmph, at least I'm better than you, a man who's been bewitched by his wife!"

  Things quickly took a turn for the worse.

  [ System ] Administrator has blocked member "堕天软软".

  [ System ] Administrator has blocked member "堕天妖娆娥眉".

  These two people would fight as soon as they met in the gang channel, and those who didn't know them thought they had a deep grudge against each other. In reality, the two were actually a couple in real life.

  So Mi Lu is ruthless in blocking him on voice channels. If they want to quarrel, it's faster to do so in bed.

  "Road, I'm here to represent the brothers of our gang and the countless monsters to express our apology to you—"

  "Deputy leader, your horse's saddle is on backwards."

  Fallen angel doesn't swim: "......"

  Mi Lu patted the microphone and started distributing Christmas gifts: "In accordance with the order of battle of each legion, line up to greet the leader's wife and receive red envelopes."

  "Envelope!"

  Little Devil's Spirit: "Red Envelope!!"

  "Red envelope!!!!!"

  He Fei didn't want to change her name to Red Envelope, so she weakly typed in the channel: "Everyone lined up wrong..."

  Mi Lu turned around, ready to teach He Fei how to operate the gang's red envelope sending, just as he was halfway through speaking, suddenly discovered that the channel had started an organized and premeditated petition movement.

  "Fallen Heaven's Bias": "We don't want red envelopes, we want to hear Boss's wife sing a song, la la la~"

  The First Fallen Heaven Team Leader - Chi Yan: "We don't want red envelopes, we want to hear the Boss's wife sing a song, la la la~"

  Second-in-command of Fallen Heaven - Orange Star: "We don't want red envelopes, we want to hear the Boss's wife sing, la la la~"

  ……

  "Can you sing?" Miru looked at the screen and said softly.

  "I won't." He Fei also replied in a low voice, only to remember that she was still wearing her earpiece, and no matter how soft her voice was, it was useless, and Mi Lu was too close to her, so the sound naturally entered the channel.

  The two of them looked at each other in dismay.

  "Ah ah ah, Boss and Madam are together!"

  "Side by side!"

  "Santa Claus, put a man in my stocking!"

  [System] Fallen angel's signature changed to: Full-level dwarf seeking marriage, female, alive, height unlimited!

  "Sweetie, you smile so sweetly, my mommy cockroach~"

  ……

  The situation is completely out of control.

  Mi Lu seemed to be used to it and, except for returning to her seat, she sent a line of ellipses in the dialogue box without any intention of stopping.

  He Fei fell silent for half a minute, and the topic of discussion among everyone had shifted from what they wore on their wedding day to what diapers their children used. Although this account wasn't hers, as a girl being gossiped about by everyone like this, He Fei felt that it was still too much, so she spoke up: "Does everyone want to hear me sing anymore?"

  "Ah ah ah~"

  "Hmph~~~"

  "The leader's wife is singing a song, everyone applauds!"

  Fallen angel: "Chirp chirp~^o^~"

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh, 'pata'... Oh no, my instant noodles!"

  In the midst of the noise, Mi Lu turned her head, He Fei adjusted the earpiece on her head, pursed her lips, raised an eyebrow, and in an instant, her expression changed, subtly revealing a hint of charm. The voice from the earpiece became even more melodious: "A young woman's first time here, singing a little ditty for the guests, would you all please give me some applause?"

  The exit was actually a genuine Huangmei opera recitation, and before the reaction in the channel, she started tapping her fingers on the table and sang: "To save Li Lang from his family garden, who would have thought that he would be the champion of the imperial examination, wearing a red robe, with a palace flower on his hat, how wonderful, how refreshing..."

  The music stops and the crowd disperses.

  The two of them walked out of the internet cafe together.

  He Fei gazed afar, the school gate's lights flickered, and the green path was no longer as desolate as before. The revelry of Christmas Eve must have subsided. The wind blowing on her head felt a bit chilly, so she pulled down her down jacket hood and dug out that English exercise book from her backpack: "That English tutoring..."

  "The bell in the school's clock tower suddenly rang out without warning before he could finish speaking."

  She was so startled that she almost threw away the book, Milu stretched out his hand to support her, and He Fei subconsciously raised her head, meeting his eyes which were still shining brightly in the dark.

  "Merry Christmas." He said with the bell ringing.

  The moon is dark and the wind is strong, beauty is in front of me. He Fei never thought that the 12 o'clock curfew bell could be so melodious.

  Hefei murmured repeatedly: "Merry Christmas......"

  Mi Lu lowered her head, her long eyelashes almost brushing against her cheek: "Will you fight?"

  “……”

  "The bell for returning to dorm has rung, should the dorm building be closed now?"

  He Fei snapped back to reality, took a step back, and involuntarily let out an "ah". The bell was meant to remind everyone to return to their dorms quickly, not for romance. She hastily stuffed the book into her bag, turned around, and rushed towards the school: "I'm leaving first!"

  "Remember to start making up for lost time tomorrow." Mi Lu waved her hand behind her, knowing she couldn't hear, still smiling and reminding her.

  The internet cafe behind me started playing the most familiar melody of this festival: "Ding ding dang, ding ding dang, ling er xiang ding dang..."