Right before the New Year, the new transfer student started showing up constantly in front of my childhood friend and fiancé. Either she sprained her ankle, or she had a math problem she just couldn't solve. But my fiancé was a severe germaphobe and a possessive psycho. When the transfer student intentionally hiked up her skirt and tried to fall into his arms right in front of me... He simply took a step back, coldly watching her tumble into the swimming pool, leaving her to flail in the water. "If you don't want to live, dying is a fine option too." 1 My childhood friend, Liam, was a germaphobe and a psycho. He couldn't stand anyone touching him except me. When his condition was at its worst, even his parents couldn't lay a finger on him. I was the only leash that could hold this wild dog. During my eighth-grade year, as the child of his family's nanny, I started attending the elite private school alongside the young master. On my very first day, I walked past his classroom wearing the school uniform skirt. Some idiot decided to catcall me. The young master grabbed a chair and hurled it straight at him. Even in an elite school swarming with wealthy heirs. Liam was the undisputed top dog. When he charged out with bloodshot eyes, acting like a rabid dog... I simply stood there and softly called his name. He instantly stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and looked at me, eyes filled with grievance. The mad dog instantly became a good boy. That same day, the news of the psycho campus idol being tamed spread throughout the school. Not long after, another saying began to circulate: If you offend Liam, Chloe might still plead for your life. If you offend Chloe, you're looking at a dead end. It sounded a bit like something out of an anime, but it was highly accurate. This rumor persisted from middle school all the way through high school. Until our junior year, when some girl with a death wish decided to shatter it. 2 During our junior year, a transfer student joined our class. She had waist-length hair and an innocent face. The moment she appeared, she captured the attention of the entire class. Not because she was exceptionally beautiful, but because she looked so much like me. Even her aloof aura resembled mine somewhat. Liam stared at that face for a long moment. As the girl walked past us, she brushed her long hair and shot me a provocative look. It’s a pity she didn't see it. While Liam was looking at her, his brow furrowed in utter disgust. After the first period, the teacher called me, the class president, into the office. The core message was to ask me to take good care of the new student. I nodded in agreement. When I returned to the classroom, I saw Liam waiting for me at the door, arms crossed. Seeing me, his eyes lit up, and he walked quickly toward me. The new student, Mia, happened to be walking past him. On a perfectly flat floor, her ankle miraculously twisted, and she fell with precision right toward Liam's chest. Liam frowned and took a step back. With a loud thud. Mia hit the floor hard. Liam didn't even spare her a glance as he quickly walked to my side. A smile played on his lips. 3 "What happened? What did the teacher want?" The woman on the floor shot me a venomous look. Remembering the teacher's request, I sighed softly and offered her a hand. But the moment my fingertips brushed her, she threw herself back down heavily. She looked at me, tears welling in her eyes, looking as if she were about to cry. "Chloe, I just transferred here. I haven't done anything to offend you, have I? Why are you treating me like this?" She lowered her eyes slightly. Her slender neck and smooth jawline were indeed quite pretty. Her tear-filled eyes were very pitiful and moving. The students chatting in twos and threes in the hallway all turned to look at her. She thought she had so easily seized the moral high ground. Little did she know, everyone else was just watching a joke. I had always been kind to everyone at school. Not only did I never use the "mad dog" to bite people indiscriminately, I actually frequently helped others. Otherwise, they wouldn't have elected me class president. Liam stepped up beside me, going into full protective mode. His disgust was practically overflowing. The once-bustling hallway fell dead silent. Everyone backed away, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire. But Mia couldn't read the room. She actually pointed at me and complained. "Liam, look at her." Before the mad dog could escalate into a full-blown psycho, I grabbed his hand. "Let's go. Looks like someone doesn't need help." Instantly, Liam's eyes held nothing but me and our clasped hands. 4 The school had a two-hour lunch break. At noon, most students slept in their dorms. I left the dorm briefly to grab a book. As I passed the flowerbeds behind the cafeteria, I heard noises coming from inside. The young masters at this elite school played hard. Things that shouldn't be seen happened often on campus. I wasn't curious and even quickened my pace. But then, unexpectedly, I heard my own name. "That bitch Chloe is really in the way! Can't you think of a way to get rid of her?" I peeked through the bushes and saw Mia sitting on a stone bench. Even more surprisingly, she was taking small bites from her lunchbox and hadn't actually spoken out loud. Another voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, answered: "Then just gather more strategy points. Once your points are high enough, everything will be easy." It was a slightly mature male voice, and it sounded very close. But looking around, I saw absolutely no one else near her. Adding the term "strategy points" to their conversation, I had a pretty good guess. "Didn't you say this face is exactly Liam's type? Why doesn't he seem to feel anything when he looks at me?" "How do you know he feels nothing? The strategy meter clearly went up by one point." I was genuinely surprised. I didn't expect a mad dog like Liam to actually waver. "So what do we do next? The 'innocent victim' act isn't working on him." "Then change tactics. Men love novelty. Chloe always has that aloof, arrogant look. She probably rarely gives him any affection. You just need to act more enthusiastic." "Fine, I'll listen to you." ... I slipped away quietly. 5 Sure enough, that afternoon, Mia switched tactics. As soon as class ended, she ran over to our desks, clutching a workbook. Chirping like a little sparrow. The student sitting in front of us was incredibly annoyed and snapped coldly: "Are you done yet? The teacher just went over these problems. Were you not listening in class at all?" Mia flipped her hair: "Just because I listened doesn't mean I can't ask questions, right?" "These problems are so simple. If you listened and still don't understand, maybe you should get your brain checked at a hospital." "What do you know? I'm not really here to ask about the problems. I just want to talk to Liam." She turned her head, rested her chin on her hand, and smiled at Liam. The smile was exceptionally bright, like a blooming sunflower. "Liam, I like you." The classroom, which wasn't very noisy to begin with, suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Every single pair of eyes snapped toward us. Even the students who had fallen asleep were forcefully woken up to watch the drama. Liam looked at me, seemingly seeking my opinion. I turned my head away, pretending not to see. But the sound of his back teeth grinding together was incredibly clear. His voice was so cold it could freeze a person solid: "I don't need you to like me. Get lost!" I turned my head back. Mia opened her cherry lips to speak again, but Liam just grabbed the nearest textbook and hurled it. "Do you not understand human language?" Low snickers rippled through the surrounding students. Shredding whatever little dignity Mia had left to pieces. She glared at me fiercely, stomped her foot, and stormed off. 6 The last class of the day was P.E. As soon as the bell rang, everyone rushed down to the field. Mia, still unwilling to give up, looked back at us one last time, only to be scared away by Liam's icy glare. I slowly packed my things, waiting until everyone else had left before standing up. I had barely taken half a step when Liam grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. His voice carried a hint of a whine, like a wronged puppy. "Why didn't you look at me earlier?" "Look at you." I lifted his chin. "Aren't I looking at you right now?" "You're brushing me off. I meant earlier, when she said she liked me, why didn't you look at me?" I pretended to think about it. "Back then... you could handle it yourself, couldn't you?" Even though he knew this wasn't the real answer, his anger still dissipated. Or rather, he was never truly angry with me; he just needed to be coaxed. Don't let his "mad dog" persona fool you. Underneath, he was just a pitiful dog with severe insecurity. And precisely because of that, he developed an intense possessiveness. He was terrified—terrified that someone would separate us again. "Can you let me go now?" I patted his hands resting on my waist. "You won't leave me, right?" He stared at me, breathing heavily, his eyes desperate for an answer. I stroked his head, my tone gentle: "Of course not." 7 During P.E. class. Mia was acting very sneakily. She wanted to get close to Liam, but was terrified of his glare. A few girls gathered around me and said: "Class Prez, shouldn't you do something about her? This endless nonsense can't go on." "Mia's only been here a day and she's already acting like this. If you don't step in, she'll think she owns the place." While they were talking, the conversation between Mia and the mature male voice continued: "Seriously, why are you chickening out? Go! This is your mission." "Easy for you to say! That book barely missed my forehead earlier, and his eyes looked like he wanted to kill me." "He won't. He's just a psycho, not a serial killer." "Then you need to give me some time to recover! My heart is still pounding just thinking about what happened earlier." "How are you going to accomplish anything great if you're this timid? You can't even complete mid-level worlds. How could I dare put you in an advanced world?" ... From their conversation, I roughly deduced that Mia was a "System Host." A common trope in web novels. Her purpose in coming to this world was to win over Liam. That mature male voice was her System, responsible for helping her. The only thing that puzzled me was why, for some reason, I could hear their conversation. "Did you guys hear an older man's voice?" The girls next to me shook their heads. It seemed I was the only one who could hear it. Mia and her System started a pointless argument, and I shifted my focus back to the classmates around me. They were actually still discussing the previous topic. "Even though Liam only has eyes for you, Class Prez, she looks so much like you. Aren't you afraid..." "What nonsense are you talking about? The Prez and Liam are perfectly fine." "Oops, my bad. Don't worry, Prez, Young Master Liam will definitely not betray you." "Look at how cheap Mia is acting. I'm really afraid she's going to throw herself at him." ... I turned my head and gave them my usual calm smile. "We're all girls here. Let's not say these speculative things." They laughed awkwardly. "But... thank you for the warning. I'll keep an eye out." As I turned to leave, I crooked my finger at Liam. He immediately came trotting over happily. Where else could you find such a good dog?
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