My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Imperial Capital University was the first to go on vacation, and Song Yi's birthday was approaching.

Originally, everyone had planned to get together, but due to S University adding more practical sessions, A University starting late and ending early, Xu Che and Hang Feng needing to accompany their grandmother for a health check-up, and a series of other reasons, the gathering fell through.

The lively atmosphere they had imagined was now reduced to just Song Yi and Shen Yujing.

Seeing Song Yi feeling down because her friends couldn’t gather, Shen Yujing now faced the challenge of how to cheer her up.

After proposing ten different travel destinations and plans, all of which were rejected by Song Yi, Shen Yujing began to feel at a loss.

What on earth... should he do?

Sitting on the sofa in his living room, Shen Yujing and Tom stared at each other.

He waved a ball in front of Tom and asked, "Do you want to play?"

"Woof! Woof!" Tom barked enthusiastically, his eyes filled with excitement.

Shen Yujing continued, "Then tell me, how can I make Song Yi happy?"

"Woof! Woof!" Tom barked the same way, his eyes still fixed on the ball in Shen Yujing's hand, as if eager to play.

Shen Yujing: "..."

Shen Yujing recalled Song Yi's earlier praise and the pet store staff's confident assurance that a Golden Retriever was the ideal boyfriend he wanted.

Forget it, why was he arguing with a dog? Not only was the gender wrong, but he couldn’t expect much from it anyway.

So Shen Yujing threw the ball far away, and Tom fetched it back. He half-heartedly played the game with him.

Until Shen's Mother appeared. Seeing her son's troubled expression, she sensed something was wrong.

Shen's Mother sat on the other side of the sofa and said, "Silly dog... no, silly son, what's on your mind? Tell your mom."

Shen Yujing glanced at his mother but still looked hesitant.

Shen's Mother took a sip of water and asked, "Did you have a fight with Yi Yi?"

"No."

"Then what could make you frown like a bitter melon? Hurry up and get back to normal, or your dad will start wondering why you didn’t inherit his good looks."

Shen Yujing: "..."

Shen Yujing lowered his head in frustration and said, "Her birthday is coming up."

Shen's Mother looked at him and asked, "So? Don’t know what gift to choose?"

"Not that." Shen Yujing explained the situation to his mother.

"I see," Shen's Mother nodded, unconcerned. "It’s not a big deal. Just make her happier, that’s all."

Easier said than done.

Shen's Mother then suggested that Shen Yujing think about any unfulfilled wishes Song Yi might have and fulfill them on her birthday.

Wishes?

This question left Shen Yujing momentarily stumped.

For Shen Yujing, if he didn’t know, he would ask, but he couldn’t ask Song Yi directly.

So he called Song's Father. After a long silence, Song's Father said, "When she was little, she always wanted to go to an amusement park, but I... didn’t have the money or time to take her. Later, when I finally had some extra money and offered to take her, she always said she was too grown-up for such places. But I think she still wants to go; she’s just being considerate, not wanting me to spend money."

"I understand."

After hanging up, Shen Yujing looked up at the moon outside the window, his mind now clear.

On Song Yi's birthday.

She was pulled out of her house by Shen Yujing, who was being unusually secretive. "Where are we going? Why all the mystery?"

"You’ll see when we get there," Shen Yujing said as he fastened Song Yi's seatbelt in the passenger seat before driving off.

When the car stopped in front of the largest amusement park in Imperial Capital, Song Yi's eyes widened in surprise, and a smile crept onto her lips.

Shen Yujing said, "I called Song's Father. He said not taking you to an amusement park when you were little has always been his regret, so now I’m here to make up for it."

Song Yi looked at him, pondering, "So you want to be my dad now?"

Shen Yujing: "...?"

What kind of logic was that?!

Seeing Shen Yujing's stiff expression, Song Yi burst out laughing. "Just kidding!"

Truth be told, Song Yi had never been to an amusement park in real life either.

Because such places are for kids accompanied by their parents, young people with friends or lovers, and she had always been alone, with no reason to go.

But now it was different.

She had heard that amusement parks were lively places, filled with young parents bringing their kids, couples taking photos, and friends hanging out together—it was supposed to be the happiest, most joyful place in the world.

Wait a minute...

Looking at the amusement park, which, aside from the staff in mascot costumes, could only be described as "empty," Song Yi's smile froze. What was going on?

She turned to Shen Yujing and asked, "Where is everyone else?"

Shen Yujing replied matter-of-factly, "I booked the whole place. This way, we don’t have to wait in line and can play whatever we want."

Song Yi: "..."

What could she say? Even after living in this world for so long, she was still occasionally shocked by these over-the-top, Mary Sue-like actions.

While Shen Yujing wasn’t wrong, this just didn’t feel right.

Seeing Song Yi's expression, Shen Yujing immediately realized she might not like his approach and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Song Yi replied bluntly, "Amusement parks are supposed to be lively. With just the two of us, it’s too quiet."

Shen Yujing thought for a moment, then called the park management and said, "All families with children can enter for free today."

"Uh... it’s my girlfriend’s birthday. I just want her to be happy, but she wants more people to be happy too."

The news that families with children could enter for free quickly spread, and the amusement park gradually filled with people.

Song Yi placed a small strawberry headband on Shen Yujing's head, ignoring his look of utter disdain, and dragged him into a photo, saying she would post it on social media for everyone to laugh at him.

However, the moment Song Yi pressed the shutter, Shen Yujing quickly kissed the corner of her lips.

Song Yi looked at him, both embarrassed and annoyed. "Shen Yujing! We’re in public!"

Shen Yujing raised his chin, looking smug. "I don’t care. You have to post this one."

Of course, his slightly arrogant expression, paired with the pink strawberry headband, made him look rather adorable.

Song Yi instantly decided not to argue with him and said, "Fine, but you’re not allowed to take off the headband all day."

Shen Yujing: "?"

If his girlfriend, who rarely showed affection publicly, was willing to post a kissing photo with him on social media to acknowledge their relationship, he’d wear a strawberry headband—heck, he’d do anything.

Well, almost anything.

So Shen Yujing readily agreed to the deal.

Even on the roller coaster, where Shen Yujing was too scared to open his eyes, one hand tightly gripping Song Yi's for comfort, the other hand firmly held onto the headband on his head.

After playing most of the rides in the amusement park, on their way out, Shen Yujing spotted a sugar painting stall by the roadside.

Countless children and their parents surrounded the stall, clamoring to buy sugar paintings of cartoon characters like Pretty Sheep or Ultraman.

Shen Yujing turned to Song Yi and asked, "Want one?"

"Only kids buy those," Song Yi said, though her gaze lingered on the stall, clearly interested.

"I’m a kid, and I want one. Wait here," Shen Yujing said before squeezing into the crowd of children. Standing among them, he didn’t look out of place at all.

When he returned, Shen Yujing was holding a sugar painting of a little girl.

He held it up, comparing it to Song Yi's face, and said, "I showed him your photo, but it doesn’t look like you at all. It’s not even half as pretty as you."

Song Yi sighed, "Enough, it’s cute."

Shen Yujing brought the sugar painting closer and kissed the little girl’s face on it.

He said, "Kissing it is like kissing you, so you know how much I like you."

The next second, a crisp "crack" sounded, and a crack appeared on the little girl’s neck.

Song Yi: "..."

Song Yi: "So killing it is like killing me? To show me how much you dislike me?"

Shen Yujing: "!!!"

Seeing Song Yi suddenly turn and walk away, he immediately chased after her, "Wait! Listen to me! The candy isn't actually bad, look..."

The two of them bantered playfully as they walked. Song Yi wasn't really angry over such a trivial matter; she was just teasing him.

That evening, the two returned to the apartment they rented near Imperial Capital University. Shen Yujing had insisted on cooking a meal for her himself.

During their time living together, Shen Yujing, who couldn't cook, didn't want Song Yi to go through the trouble. Most of the time, he had meals prepared by Shen Corporation's hotel and delivered to them.

However, given Shen Yujing's generally unreliable demeanor, Song Yi didn't have much confidence in his culinary skills.

And, unsurprisingly, her expectations were met.

Staring at the bizarrely colored dishes on the table, Song Yi's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

When they opened the rice cooker, instead of finding fluffy rice, they were greeted with a pot of cold water and uncooked grains. Both of them fell into a stunned silence.

Shen Yujing quickly closed the rice cooker lid and said, "Let's just go out to eat."

Song Yi didn't respond immediately but instead asked, "Can you at least cook noodles?"

"Of course I can," Shen Yujing replied, covering his face with his hand, clearly embarrassed by his cooking skills but still clinging to the last shred of his dignity.

Cooking noodles didn't require much skill, especially with Song Yi by his side. Shen Yujing's role was essentially limited to boiling water and draining the noodles.

Meanwhile, Song Yi fried two eggs in another pan and tossed some washed greens into the pot.

The colorful, inedible dishes were eventually thrown into the trash, and the two sat at the table, each holding a bowl of noodles.

Shen Yujing pursed his lips, feeling utterly useless.

The dishes he could make at home were at least passable, but here, under pressure, he had completely botched things.

So, while Song Yi got up to fetch some milk, Shen Yujing quietly opened his phone and signed up for a cooking class.

He would work hard in secret and eventually surprise Song Yi!

The noodles, at least, were decent—nothing extraordinary, but edible.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After dinner, Shen Yujing brought out a cake from the fridge. It was a plain, unremarkable little cake, nothing like the extravagant layered cakes one might expect for a special occasion.

Song Yi's eyes fell on the cake, and she immediately realized, "Did you make this?"

"Not exactly," Shen Yujing admitted honestly. "I had a cake shop chef come to the house to make it. I didn't do much, but I did draw the little figures on top, and I also piped the cream."

It wasn't that Shen Yujing didn't want to make the cake himself, but after the chef asked, "Do you really want your girlfriend to celebrate her birthday with a subpar cake?" he decided to compromise.

The cake featured two little figures, reminiscent of a once-popular "internet-famous cake" that Song Yi had seen in the real world.

She used to think such cakes were ugly... and she still did. But looking at those two little figures, she could imagine Shen Yujing nervously drawing them.

The candles were lit, and the room dimmed.

Song Yi closed her eyes and, accompanied by Shen Yujing's off-key rendition of the birthday song, blew out the candles.

This year's wish was...

No wish.

Because last year's wish had already come true.

Everyone had broken free from the constraints of their original storylines, each living their own lives and heading toward a bright future.

They had succeeded.

Later that night.

After her shower, Song Yi emerged from the bathroom in her nightgown, towel-drying her damp hair as she walked toward the couch.

Even with the air conditioning on, Song Yi, who was always sensitive to the cold, immediately slipped on her fluffy robe. She sat down and reached out to Shen Yujing, saying, "The hairdryer is behind you. Hand it to me, quick."

Shen Yujing handed her the hairdryer and knelt beside her, helping to dry her hair.

Though usually clumsy, he showed rare patience when it came to things related to her.

The two chatted idly until Shen Yujing's gaze fell on the exposed sliver of skin at the neckline of Song Yi's loose nightgown. He froze, and as his fingers brushed against her warm shoulder while smoothing her hair, he pulled back as if shocked.

Song Yi, feeling the warm air from the hairdryer on her face, tugged at Shen Yujing's shirt in annoyance. "Can you focus, please?"

By then, Shen Yujing was already distracted. His awkward kneeling position on the couch made it hard to maintain balance, and he ended up collapsing onto the cushions.

His face buried in the crook of Song Yi's neck, he was overwhelmed by her sweet, gentle scent, his face instantly flushing red.

Song Yi took the hairdryer from Shen Yujing's hand, turned it off, and set it aside. "It's dry enough," she said.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Shen Yujing lifted his head and kissed the corner of her lips. His voice softened, almost pleading, "Did you have a good birthday? Can I get a reward?"

Song Yi was momentarily stunned, then asked, "What kind of reward do you want?"

Shen Yujing closed his eyes, tilting his chin up in an obvious hint.

He looked calm and composed, except for the faint trembling of his eyelashes, betraying his nervousness.

After all, while kisses usually happened naturally when the mood was right, actively asking for one made him feel shy.

Song Yi seemed amused by his reaction and pushed him away lightly.

Just as Shen Yujing was about to express his disappointment, Song Yi flipped over and sat on his lap.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned down, and gently brushed her lips against his. Seeing his face turn bright red, she teased, "Shen Yujing, it's not our first kiss. Why are you still so nervous?"

"Of course I am," Shen Yujing replied without hesitation, his embarrassment evident.

"I can feel your heartbeat. Are your arms shaking too... Mmm!"

Unable to take the teasing any longer, Shen Yujing wrapped his arms around Song Yi's waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss to silence her playful taunts.

Somehow, they ended up in the bedroom.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room.

Song Yi, who was rarely ever nervous, now showed a hint of tension. She reached out as if to push Shen Yujing away, but her hands ended up clutching his shoulders instead.

Shen Yujing looked down at her, his eyes dark with restraint. His voice was low and measured as he said, "Song Yi, if you're scared, you can still push me away. It's not too late."

Song Yi, who had been wrestling with her thoughts, was taken aback. She retorted, "Scared? What's there to be scared of?"

Shen Yujing: "..."

Song Yi looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide and challenging as she said, "I think it's you who doesn't know what you're doing!"

Shen Yujing: "...?"

"You're the one who doesn't know how, and yet you're saying I'm scared? You... Ah, Shen Yujing! Where are your hands going... Mmm..."

His kisses trailed to her earlobe, his voice tinged with defiance as he murmured, "You'll find out soon enough whether I know what I'm doing."

...

"Hey, Shen Yujing! That's not the right spot! Not there!"

"See? You really don't know what you're doing! Shen Yujing, you big idiot! Big idiot!!!"

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