I'm in Senior Year, and the System Says I'm Going on a Blind Date with My Childhood Sweetheart

The dark blue moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains as Li Zhi tossed and turned in bed, twisting the corner of her blanket with her fingertips.

Her silk nightgown was already a mess of wrinkles, just like her heart, torn between rice cakes and the desire to sleep in.

’This bed is so comfortable. Why do I have to get up early to buy those stupid rice cakes?’

’They taste pretty good, sure, but not so good that it’s worth getting up this early for a bite!’

’But I already agreed. What else can I do?’

"Li Zhi, oh, Li Zhi," she muttered. "Are you really going to give up your precious chance to sleep in, all for a couple of scoops of ice cream?"

Li Zhi suddenly threw off her air-conditioner blanket and sat up, the ends of her hair sticking up messily in the warm yellow glow of her bedside lamp.

"This is so annoying! It’s all that fucking idiot Shen Yuan’s fault!"

With that thought, Li Zhi turned and kicked a stuffed doll by the side of her bed.

Li Zhi usually kept them lined up by her bed, ensuring she could easily kick them.

This way, not only could she kick one whenever she was unhappy, but they also formed a sort of barrier around her bed, giving her an extra sense of security.

After kicking the doll, Li Zhi felt much better.

Her pillow softly caught her as she fell back onto the bed.

The beautiful girl lay on her back, finally managing to convince herself.

"Ah Xi, forget it. The National Day holiday is coming up anyway. Three days off will be plenty of time to sleep. And there’s a whole week of ice cream!"

’I’ll eat three a day! I’ll eat you into poverty, you fucking idiot Shen Yuan!’

The beautiful girl thought viciously.

Could Shen Yuan actually be eaten into poverty by ice cream?

Probably not.

The system might be stingy, but buying ice cream from the school supermarket was no problem at all.

Before going to sleep, Shen Yuan exercised for half an hour, bringing his task time up to 45 hours.

From last Saturday until now, Shen Yuan had basically maintained a pace of five hours of exercise per day.

Kegels, plus using a hand gripper, and bicep curls.

Erm...

Textbook curls.

Shen Yuan really hadn’t expected that this stuff would actually count.

So knowledge really does have weight!

However, since the range of motion was too large, his choices during class were usually Kegels and the hand gripper.

Of the two, Kegels were Shen Yuan’s favorite.

Because they were completely unnoticeable.

Plus, it helped a sedentary student like him avoid the trouble of hemorrhoids.

And it could also enhance his vir...

Alright, enough said. Those who know, know.

Shen Yuan slept very well. He was out like a light, and when he woke up again, it was already 5:30.

To make sure his Eldest Female Cousin would get up, Shen Yuan blasted her with a phone call.

"Hm?" His Eldest Female Cousin’s groggy voice came from the other end of the line.

"Get up! Didn’t we agree to go to the Old Street?"

"Call me again in twenty minutes."

Yang Yishui hung up as soon as she finished speaking, not giving Shen Yuan a chance to say another word.

Shen Yuan stared at the disconnected call, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

’Fine, twenty more minutes it is.’

Just as he put down his phone, Shen Yuan’s gaze fell on the wall by his headboard.

’I wonder if Li Zhi is awake yet.’

Shen Yuan was about to call her, but then he remembered what his Eldest Female Cousin had said.

"Forget it, I’ll get up first."

With that, Shen Yuan got out of bed.

This was probably the downside of being Vigorous and Full of Energy.

After waking up each morning, Shen Yuan basically had no desire to go back to sleep.

He just couldn’t fall asleep again.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Shen Yuan called his Eldest Female Cousin again, then hung up amidst her string of curses.

Still, Shen Yuan had successfully woken her up.

After waking up Yang Yishui, Shen Yuan’s gaze fell on another person in his chat list.

Without hesitating for long, Shen Yuan placed a WeChat call to Li Zhi.

The cool blue light of the 5:50 AM dawn had not yet crested the windowsill. The moment Li Zhi pressed the answer button, Shen Yuan heard the long, rustling sound of fabric.

From the receiver came the sound of a silk nightgown tangled with an air-conditioner blanket, a soft, layered rustle like spring silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves.

"Hm?"

A muffled, nasal hum, wrapped in a warm breath, brushed against the microphone. The girl’s hoarse voice was like half-melted ice cream, its sticky trailing notes creating cloyingly sweet ripples in the static.

"Time to get up. The sun’s gonna burn your butt."

As soon as Shen Yuan’s urging voice faded, a long whimper escaped the girl’s throat. Sleepiness stuck to her tongue, kneading the single syllable into a coquettish tremor:

"Ughhh—"

The air-conditioner blanket suddenly made a taut, rustling sound, likely from the beautiful girl turning over petulantly under the covers. Her muffled, reproachful voice mingled with the sound of shifting fabric:

"No... you fucking idiot Shen Yuan..."

Her words were shattered by a yawn, yet you could still hear the nasal tones gradually clearing, like the soft, rich texture of an ice cream cone’s tip slowly collapsing from the heat.

Listening to the sounds coming from the phone, Shen Yuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

’Damn, are you really trying to get me all worked up this early in the morning?’

Shen Yuan suppressed the urge to switch from a voice call to a video call and continued speaking to Li Zhi.

"Get up! Sister Shui is already up."

"I want to sleep. Let me sleep a little longer."

That was what she said, but Shen Yuan could already hear a trace of liveliness creeping into the end of her words.

Based on his understanding of Li Zhi, he could tell that the beautiful girl was most likely already awake.

She just didn’t want to get out of bed yet.

’Time for a little trick.’

A smile played on Shen Yuan’s lips as he lied, "Alright, but you’d better be sleeping decently. Did you know this is a video call?"

Sure enough, the next second, a frantic rustling erupted from the phone’s receiver as the air-conditioner blanket was violently ripped away, sending a rush of air.