All the Female Protagonists Who Have Been Saved Have Become Obsessed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 53

In her freshman year, Beixia’s school was strict, requiring new students to live on campus and attend morning and evening study sessions.

During holidays, Zhou Xi visited her, but with weekend shifts at the TV station and Beixia’s military training after the semester started, they only saw each other three times in a month.

Beixia whined over the phone.

Zhou Xi frowned as she listened.

Beixia’s whining wasn’t the cutesy kind. She said, “I miss you,” then fell silent for a long time before continuing, “Really, really miss you.”

Hearing Beixia’s tone, Zhou Xi could imagine her expression.

She must be frowning, lips pursed, radiating displeasure.

Beixia was indeed as Zhou Xi pictured.

She had barely managed to sneak out to call Zhou Xi under the pretense of buying water.

Full of grievance over not seeing Zhou Xi, Beixia asked, “When can you come?”

Zhou Xi said, “I’ll definitely come this week.”

“Beixia, the instructor’s calling us back!” someone shouted from the other end. Beixia said to Zhou Xi, “You have to come!”

The call ended, and Zhou Xi paused.

This month, Beixia’s calls were always rushed. They could never talk properly before someone interrupted.

Zhou Xi exhaled in the office. In the broadcast room behind her, the 9 p.m. news had just finished. It was her first time being apart from Beixia for so long, and she felt an indescribable anxiety.

Beixia’s military training ended at 9 p.m., and the dorm lights went out at 10. Their chats were brief to avoid disturbing her roommates, and with Beixia exhausted from training, Zhou Xi couldn’t bear to take up her rest time.

This relationship was…

Zhou Xi was troubled.

A colleague from the broadcast room came out and said, “Time to go home, let’s go.”

Zhou Xi forced a smile and nodded.

On the field, freshmen in green training uniforms sat in circles by class. The instructor stood in the center and asked, “Who wants to perform?” Seeing no one move, the instructor demonstrated and led them in a game.

They played a game childish for kids but just right for college students—drop the handkerchief.

The instructor used a hat as the handkerchief. If it was dropped behind someone and they didn’t tap the dropper’s shoulder, they lost and had to perform.

At first, everyone was reserved. Though they’d trained for ten days, they weren’t very familiar. Beixia, with her cool demeanor, seemed unapproachable. Only her roommates, after a few days, realized she was surprisingly easy to get along with.

The handkerchief game heated up. Two people performed, and the third loser was a boy who did a street dance, earning enthusiastic applause. When it was his turn to drop the hat, his eyes scanned the crowd, landing on Beixia. His eyes lit up, and Beixia frowned, sensing trouble.

With over fifty people in a large circle, boys had a physical advantage over girls. The hat had to be dropped before the song “Little Swallow Wears a Flower Dress” ended. The boy deliberately slowed his pace, unlike the previous two who hurried. Before the song stopped, he jogged behind Beixia, dropped the hat, and ran off, laughing and looking back.

Beixia noticed but pretended not to, clapping with the others.

The boys hooted, and Beixia frowned in disgust.

These boys were like monkeys in heat, annoying her.

When the song stopped, the girl beside Beixia anxiously said, “The hat’s behind you!”

Beixia turned, grabbed the hat, but the boy had returned to his spot. She had to perform.

Beixia stood, thinking. She couldn’t dance or sing and had no special talents. The only thing that came to mind was the love poems she read to Zhou Xi before bed.

During the holiday before school, she read from that English poetry book daily, finishing half of it like a bedtime story. One poem was her favorite.

Stepping into the circle, she looked at the full moon, thought of Zhou Xi, and slowly recited the poem.

Beixia had a knack for languages, and her English had improved rapidly before the college entrance exam, though it was mostly silent reading. Reading to Zhou Xi at night, Zhou Xi corrected her pronunciation, and now her recitation had a unique charm.

Her words carried Zhou Xi’s shadow.

Under the thick night, laughter from other classes echoed on the field. Beixia stood straight, bathed in moonlight, and finished the poem with deep emotion.

The short poem ended, and the crowd was silent.

Everyone was academically strong, with good English skills.

Under the field’s lights, Beixia’s face was like frost and snow, elegant and unbelievably beautiful. Her eyes were even more captivating.

Applause gradually rose, growing louder. Beixia walked back to her spot.

Everyone savored her recitation.

Beixia’s voice was unique, especially in English, with a special charm. Someone quietly repeated her poem’s lines, enchanted.

The girl next to Beixia, her roommate, whispered, “What’s the poem called? It’s so beautiful, so heartfelt.”

Beixia replied softly, “Moon.”

A fated lover under the moonlight.

Each time she read it, Beixia felt Zhou Xi was her destined lover, the one she’d been waiting for.

Lost in thought for a moment, the game continued. The girl beside her muttered, “That boy seems to like you.”

Beixia snapped back and said, “I have a partner.”

After military training, Beixia’s poem recitation was filmed and posted on the school forum, earning her the title “Moonlight Goddess.” Curious students came to her classroom to sneak peeks, making her class busier than usual.

Beixia was exasperated.

Used to quiet, she didn’t understand what was so interesting about her. Didn’t everyone have the same face?

Fortunately, her roommates guarded her like a fortress, keeping boys from prying into her interests. But word of her having a partner spread, confirmed by Beixia herself.

At the class party, the boy who dropped the hat behind her soon confessed to her.

Beixia rejected him coldly, and he spread the news of her relationship, leaving many envious that the freshman beauty was taken by an unknown person.

Campus life wasn’t exactly peaceful, but the weekend Beixia awaited finally came.

She woke early, sat at her desk reading legal texts, but lingered on the same page, glancing at her phone, waiting for a call.

Three days after military training, her roommates slept like logs during the rare break.

After a long wait, the call she anticipated came.

“I’m here,” Zhou Xi said over the phone.

Beixia put down her book, grabbed her phone, and ran out. At the door, she paused, checked the mirror, fixed her hair, and left.

Zhou Xi couldn’t drive in, so she stood outside Beixia’s dorm. Soon, Beixia ran to her, throwing herself into Zhou Xi’s arms.

Zhou Xi smiled, sizing her up. “You got darker.”

Beixia didn’t want to leave Zhou Xi, but early risers in the dorm were already staring curiously. She took Zhou Xi’s hand and asked, “Have you eaten?”

Like other couples, they held hands, strolling through the campus.

“No, I saw a breakfast stall at your school gate and bought some. Let’s eat together.”

Zhou Xi and Beixia left the campus, sat in the car, and Zhou Xi handed her the breakfast. They ate and chatted.

Watching Beixia eat earnestly, Zhou Xi couldn’t help smiling. “Getting used to school?”

Beixia paused before answering, “It’s okay.”

Zhou Xi ate slowly, then heard a soft voice beside her.

“It’s not the same without you.”

Zhou Xi froze. Beixia complained like a pout, “We’ve only seen each other three times this month, four with this.”

Zhou Xi said guiltily, “Sorry, sorry.”

Beixia sighed. “I’m not blaming you… just… I miss you…”

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Beixia asked, “When I’m not home, are you eating properly, sister?”

Zhou Xi boasted, “Of course.”

“Canteen or instant food?” Beixia doubted, knowing without her supervision, Zhou Xi could eat takeout for a month.

Zhou Xi coughed. “You know and still ask.”

Beixia looked at her reproachfully.

Despite being a youthful beauty, Zhou Xi felt like a nagging grandma was beside her, scolding her for not eating well.

Zhou Xi figured Beixia wouldn’t mind her eating, given she’d chase kisses without brushing her teeth in the morning. She leaned in and kissed Beixia.

Beixia’s eyes widened in surprise, then turned helpless.

Holding Zhou Xi’s hand, she pushed her away. “Don’t kiss me to dodge what you don’t want to hear.”

Zhou Xi looked innocent, as if saying, “But you like it.”

Beixia did, so she was helpless.

Each time Zhou Xi visited, she drove Beixia around. This time was no different.

Beixia’s school was in the suburbs, far from the city. Last time, they ate at a great hotpot place, so they headed there again.

They drove, strolled around, and arrived at noon to eat.

Like other couples, they shopped, ate, and played all afternoon. Beixia was stuffed, eating five meals a day with Zhou Xi, who could still eat more.

That night, they stayed at a city hotel.

Fresh from a shower, Zhou Xi wanted to order takeout.

Beixia poked her stomach, amazed. “You’re still eating?”

Zhou Xi covered her stomach, not letting Beixia touch.

Beixia teased, “How many months?”

Zhou Xi glared at her.

They bickered playfully. Beixia couldn’t stop Zhou Xi from ordering a late-night snack. After 11 p.m., Beixia tidied up while Zhou Xi lay in bed.

Beixia disapproved of Zhou Xi’s unhealthy habits. She used to hold back, but lately, she’d grown bolder, pulling Zhou Xi up to walk after eating too much.

Zhou Xi argued, “I eat a lot, but I walk a lot too!” She pulled Beixia onto the bed.

Their eyes met. Beixia looked away first. “If you don’t digest, can you sleep tonight?”

Zhou Xi rolled over, wrapping herself in the blanket. “I’m sleeping now.”

She pretended to sleep.

Beixia sighed, turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only the entryway light, and slipped into the covers, pulling Zhou Xi back.

Zhou Xi rolled into Beixia’s arms, hugged. Beixia touched her stomach, and Zhou Xi swatted her hand. Beixia persisted, and Zhou Xi let her.

Worried about indigestion, Beixia rubbed Zhou Xi’s stomach, lulling her to sleep. Suddenly, she pinched Zhou Xi’s belly, waking her.

Zhou Xi turned to pinch Beixia, but Beixia pinned her hands and feet.

Zhou Xi panted, hissing like a kitten, making Beixia laugh.

Zhou Xi huffed, “Let me go if you dare.”

“Nope.”

“Coward.”

Beixia raised an eyebrow, blowing air in Zhou Xi’s ear. “No skills? Looks like sister needs a lesson.”

As the night deepened, noise faded, tree shadows blurred, and window silhouettes swayed. In the quiet, they were drenched in sweat. Beixia asked, “How long will you love me, sister?”

Zhou Xi climbed Beixia’s neck and said, “Until you stop loving me.”

[Hibernation program lifted, host points zero.]

Beixia’s dormant system activated. She felt dazed, looked at the person in her arms, smiled deeply, and leaned down to kiss Zhou Xi.

She knew in the vast expanse of time, someone would cross the river of years to find her. This was her saving Zhou Xi, the Main God’s punishment for her defiance, and another chance. If Zhou Xi hadn’t loved her, she’d be like countless others in these small worlds, living and dying ignorantly.

Fortunately, she came again. Fortunately, she fell in love with her again.

“Zhou Xi.”

“Call me sister.”

“I’ll love you forever.”

“…Too sappy.”

Zhou Xi was embarrassed by Beixia’s earnestness, but before she could react, Beixia pulled her into a passionate whirlpool.

Was Beixia so intense tonight because they hadn’t seen each other in so long?

Zhou Xi wondered, then was kissed again.

The night was still long.

The second world ends here.

The next world will be set in the Republic of China.