Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

2. Within 3 hours of the Queen's ceremony, please ensure the Queen remains seated on her throne. Should the Queen leave the throne due to external or internal reasons for every minute of the specified time, the final score for the loyal subject's mission will be reduced by 1 point. If the mission score falls below 60 points, this mission will be considered a failure;

3. Players of the same camp and identity share this mission.]

[Entering task countdown below—]

[57:00:00—]

[56:59:59—]

Wen Nan glanced outside the car window, and the sky had already turned a pale dawn.

It is now six in the morning, 54 hours until the start of the grand ceremony at noon the day after tomorrow.

As he thought, a red pillar of light appeared in his line of sight, shooting straight up into the sky from some distant horizon until it reached the clouds.

Wen Nan was startled, and then he saw a line of text marked beside the red pillar—[Queen's Throne].

The coordinates of this throne were marked right in the player's vision just as bluntly as the mission countdown.

Wen Nan smiled, and immediately, a pair of legs wrapped around his waist.

"What's the matter, Jiu? Are you leaving the refresh point to do the final main quest?"

Guan Ailin asked this with her mouth but inconspicuously closed the entrance to the refresh point slowly.

Wen Nan almost got pinched, smiled helplessly, and gently pinched the soft cheek of the other party, "Reluctant to let me go?"

Guan Ailin wrapped her hands around his neck, "If you are reluctant, can you not go?"

Wen Nan glanced at the time, "I'll leave when you can't take it anymore and kick me out."

...

...

By the time Wen Nan arrived outside the bishop's building, it was already past eight-thirty.

He asked Guan Ailin to park the blood donation vehicle by the flower bed in front of the bishop and rushed to the lecture theater on the first floor.

The biochemistry class had already started for a while when Wen Nan just walked outside the classroom and heard the familiar sound of lecturing from inside.

Standing at the door, he looked towards the direction of the podium, "Sorry, Mr. Wu, I'm late."

The students, who were originally dozing off, all turned their gaze to Wen Nan, waiting to see how the notoriously strict teaching assistant teacher would punish a student—after all, Mr. Wu had clearly stated that if you are more than five minutes late, don't even bother coming to the classroom and disturbing other students' normal lessons.

And at this moment, that student, Ye Jiu, who was more than half an hour late, even walked in swaggeringly. Wasn't this walking right into trouble?

However, the expected reprimand did not appear. The young teacher, after seeing who was at the door, instead of getting angry, suddenly lowered his head shyly, inexplicably guilty and not daring to look the other party in the eye, with a blush spreading from his ear roots all the way to his chest.

It seemed like Mr. Wu was the one who had done something wrong.

The classroom fell into a pin-drop silence.

Every student's face was written with question marks.

Wen Nan stood at the door, looking at the woman on the podium who was about to bury her head in her chest, "…Mr. Wu?"

Wu Qing still did not glance at Wen Nan, only said softly, "Come in, you don't need to ask."

Wen Nan responded, lifted his foot, and walked towards the right aisle of the lecture theater.

Under the scrutiny of the students, Wen Nan climbed the steps and walked straight to the last row.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the familiar figure leaning against the wall, which stunned him.

Xiao Jun?

After making eye contact for a moment, Wen Nan laughed.

Since Wu Qing was substituting the biochemistry class today, Yu Shujun was arranged to protect Wu Qing's safety and naturally followed along.

Yu Shujun was currently leaning against the wall with one leg raised, stepping on the table edge of the outermost seat of the aisle, blocking the entire row of seats by himself, like a bandit waiting to collect a toll.

Their gazes met unexpectedly, and Yu Shujun's face showed little emotion but soon lowered his leg that was perched on the table edge, even straightening his posture slightly to clear the path beside him, seemingly assuming Wen Nan wanted to sit next to him.

But Wen Nan didn't move.

In the next moment, from the other side of the aisle, came a "psst, psst" sound.

Wen Nan turned around and saw Hu Jiayao desperately using every part of his face to pass a message to Wen Nan: Next to me, sit next to me!

Wen Nan looked at Hu Jiayao's side and indeed saw his target this time by the wall furthest inside—

The reason for leaving Guan Ailin's sweet embrace in the blood donation vehicle and rushing to an eight o'clock class so early was that Hu Jiayao sent a text message to Wen Nan saying that he tracked through [Interwoven Threads] and found the short-haired girl attending this class in the lecture theater.

After passing the signal, Hu Jiayao sensibly stood up from the last row and moved to the second-to-last row, leaving the passage for Wen Nan.

Wen Nan turned back and saw Yu Shujun had reverted to his usual humanoid wooden sculpture form, so he didn't think much of it and sidled over to sit beside the short-haired girl.

Originally fixated on Wu Qing on the podium, the short-haired girl only redirected her attention to Wen Nan when he sat next to her, her gaze full of vigilance, "Who allowed you to sit here?"

Wen Nan glanced at the desk, "What? Did you buy the seat with money, so I can't sit?"

The girl wanted to point out so many empty seats next to them; why squeeze here with her?

But ultimately, she was too lazy to argue further, simply shaking her head, "No."

Wen Nan settled in, turning to face her, "Did you specifically come to this classroom to see Mr. Wu?"

The girl shot a glance at Wen Nan and shook her head, "I'm here for class."

"Oh."

Wen Nan lifted his hand, and before she could react, closed the textbook lying open in front of her.

On that textbook, the words [College Physics] were prominently written.

The girl was a bit annoyed and forcefully pulled her book from Wen Nan's grip, "What do you want?"

"Mo Yu," Wen Nan saw her name on the textbook cover and called it out smoothly, "Last time was too rushed, didn't have time to introduce myself properly, I'm Ye Jiu—"

"—I don't care what your name is," Mo Yu interrupted Wen Nan, "If you're here about you and Li Fang, looking to plead with me, save it."

"Mo Yu, you misunderstood, I'm not here because of Li Fang. I just simply want to chat with you."

"Chat with me? About what?"

"It's a long story, and now with class going on, it's inconvenient. Can you leave a contact number, so we can properly chat after class?"

Mo Yu suspiciously eyed Wen Nan, paused, then shook her head, "We have nothing to chat about, keep your distance."

"Alright," Wen Nan sighed regretfully, putting his recently taken-out phone back into his pocket, "In that case, I suppose I'll have no choice but to talk to your brother about it."

Mo Yu changed expression instantly, grabbing Wen Nan's arm, "What did you say?!"

The grip was strong, making Wen Nan's wrist ache. He looked down and noticed that beneath the sleeves hiding the delicate arm were layers of fresh scars.

Realizing Wen Nan was staring at her wrists, Mo Yu hurriedly withdrew her hand and pulled her sleeves down to her fingertips.

Wen Nan took out his phone again, presenting it to Mo Yu, "Mo Yu, you'd prefer this matter not get back to your brother, right?"

Mo Yu bit her lip, struggled for a moment, and finally raised her hand to input her contact information into Wen Nan's phone.

Just as Wen Nan's lips were about to curl into a smile, another silhouette sat down beside him.

Slightly stunned, Wen Nan turned to see Yu Shujun sitting strictly straight in the seat next to him, a frosty expression on his face.

Wen Nan was a bit puzzled, "Why are you sitting here?"

Yu Shujun stared at the desk expressionlessly, "Why? Did you buy this seat with money, so I can't sit here?"