My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

That day, Murong Huan cried for a long time, only stopping when the sky had turned completely dark.

Looking at the mountain of tissues piled on the coffee table, Quan Le simply bent down and tidied them all into the trash bin, then stood up to pour Murong Huan a cup of hot water.

Murong Huan held the cup in her left hand, while her right hand clutched the hem of Quan Le's shirt, still pouting with frustration.

Then Quan Le heard Murong Huan speak: "I'm hungry."

Quan Le asked helplessly, "What do you want to eat? Should I order takeout?"

Murong Huan replied, "Rice. I want to eat a lot of rice, and I also want fried chicken, chips, milk tea, and cake. I want to eat all the high-calorie foods."

For Murong Huan, the past decade or so of her life had been spent meticulously maintaining her weight. Even if she occasionally indulged outside, she would always go back to strict dieting and exercise to keep her figure forever slender and beautiful.

But now, she wanted to let loose and indulge just once.

"Alright, alright," Quan Le nodded in agreement, one by one, and ordered everything Murong Huan had mentioned on the takeout app.

When the food arrived, a pile of bags filled the table.

Quan Le opened them one by one and placed them on the table, then looked at Murong Huan and said, "Let's eat."

Murong Huan sat at the table but stared at the food before her with a serious expression.

Quan Le frowned, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. "What's wrong now, my lady? Did I miss something you wanted to eat?"

"No," Murong Huan shook her head. "I just think I can't finish all this."

Quan Le: "..."

Looking at the entire table full of food, it would be strange if she *could* finish it.

But then Murong Huan looked at him and said, "Don't waste it. You have to finish it all."

"Got it," Quan Le agreed, then handed her a pair of chopsticks and said, "Hurry up and eat."

Murong Huan lowered her head and started eating, but within two minutes, she was already complaining again. "Why did you put my favorite Kung Pao chicken so far away?"

Quan Le stood up, intending to swap the Kung Pao chicken with the dish in front of Murong Huan, but she wasn't happy about that either.

Murong Huan: "I like this dish too!"

In short, there wasn't enough space in front of Murong Huan for all the dishes, but she wanted to eat everything. If she couldn't reach something, she would get upset again.

So in the end, Murong Huan was in charge of eating, while Quan Le had to sit on her right side and serve her, picking up dishes for her. If he was even slightly slow, she would get unhappy.

What a headache.

Quan Le thought this, but he still remembered to remind her, "Don't eat too much. I ordered a lot of desserts too."

"I know, I know. I have it under control."

Murong Huan said this, but in the end, she still ate until she was stuffed. She lay on Quan Le's sofa, holding a cup of milk tea, one hand resting on her stomach, and looked at the untouched pieces of cake in front of her with a reluctant expression.

Quan Le immediately understood what she meant and helplessly picked up a bag to pack the untouched cakes for her. "Is this okay?"

Only then did Murong Huan nod in satisfaction. She then pointed at a cheesecake she had only taken one bite of and said, "This one's good too. Pack it for me as well."

When Murong's family driver arrived downstairs, Murong Huan naturally left with a bag of cakes.

As she walked out the door, she turned back to look at Quan Le, hesitating as if she wanted to say something.

Quan Le asked, "Do you want me to walk you down?"

"No," Murong Huan refused without thinking. But just as the elevator doors were closing, she softly added, "Thank you."

When the elevator reached the first floor, Murong Huan's phone buzzed in her coat pocket.

She took it out and saw a message.

【Quan Le】: I heard you. You should thank me.

Murong Huan: "...?"

Murong Huan found Quan Le utterly ridiculous and decided to take back any gratitude she had felt for him that day.

However, what she didn't know was that as she walked out of the neighborhood, Quan Le stood on his balcony, watching her retreating figure until she completely disappeared from sight.

The young man lowered his eyelashes. Now that he was alone, there was no need to hide anything.

Seeing the girl he liked so heartbroken over another boy made him feel miserable too.

He could only hope that things between them were truly over.

Quan Le thought his luck wasn't too bad, because the heavens seemed to have heard his selfish wish.

Murong Huan and Jiang Yiheng's interactions became more and more ordinary, as if she had never liked him for so many years, and they were just ordinary friends.

In the process, the relationship between all of them grew closer than before. They even started studying together.

In the "Guardian Angel" game, the person Quan Le drew was Murong Huan.

And as soon as the game started, Murong Huan was eager to find out who her guardian angel was. She seemed really determined to win.

So Quan Le simply revealed himself. He started being gentle with Murong Huan and took care of her, though this didn't include waking her up at 7 a.m. every day to exercise—that was just him being bored.

Or perhaps he hadn't yet realized that he just wanted to see her.

Later, Murong Huan only gave him 60 points, but passing was good enough. Since it was her who gave him the score, he was still satisfied.

Throughout the entire Guardian Angel game, Quan Le's only regret was not figuring out who his own guardian angel was.

But ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‍of course, his eyes were only on Murong Huan. How could he have noticed anyone else?

Later, things developed just as he had imagined. He and Murong Huan had many more interactions.

He would eventually replace Jiang Yiheng in her heart. It was only a matter of time.

Quan Le had always thought this way, until that night at the castle.

He saw Murong Huan crying, and Jiang Yiheng comforted her in a way that only the two of them understood.

At that moment, Quan Le suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

He realized something cruel: no matter how long he stayed by Murong Huan's side, no matter how much effort he put in, the past couldn't be changed.

She and Jiang Yiheng had genuinely shared over a decade of good times, and during those years, he had just been an insignificant bystander.

That night, the moonlight shone on her, and her tears fell, carrying the same moonlight.

He could only stand beside her, silent like a knight.

Quietly watching, watching the prince comfort his princess.

The scene was beautiful, but it had nothing to do with him. In the end, he was just an outsider.

So what?

If Murong Huan could come to like him in the future, that would naturally be the best outcome for him.

If not, then... he would just be a friend by her side.

It didn't matter.

But perhaps the heavens were kind, because in the end, he got his wish.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

During the summer vacation of their senior year, on a rainy night.

Quan Le and Murong Huan had planned to watch a movie together, but they ended up trapped in a convenience store by a sudden downpour.

To make matters worse, there were no umbrellas left in the store, so the two of them had to wait for their respective drivers to pick them up.

The convenience store was empty except for the two of them, and the silence was almost awkward.

Murong Huan still seemed a bit doubtful. She looked at Quan Le and asked, "You really, really didn't choose S University because of me?"

Quan Le took a sip of his drink before answering, "Really."

Murong Huan let out a sigh of relief. Even though she had heard the answer before, she couldn't help but double-check.

"Just kidding."

Quan Le smiled and said, "I chose it because I liked the program, but also because I like you."

It was a bit of both.

"You already said that yesterday," Murong Huan pursed her lips, then raised her chin again. "I don't care. This is your own choice. Don't blame me if you regret it later."

Quan Le said, "I won't regret it. The law program at Imperial University and S University really aren't on the same level."

Murong Huan paused, then angrily pinched Quan Le's arm. "That's not what I meant by regret!"

Quan Le was stunned for a moment, then realized what Murong Huan meant.

He turned to look at her, wanting to confirm. "You mean..."

Before Quan Le could finish, his lips were met with a soft warmth.

The girl's lips carried the sweet scent of the peach gummies she had just eaten. She kissed him briefly, then quickly pulled away.

She still held her chin high, maintaining an air of pride as she said, "Don’t get too cocky just yet. What I mean is, I’m giving you a chance, but that doesn’t mean I’m stuck on you."

"I know."

Quan Le reached out and took Murong Huan’s hand, his voice low and teasing as he said with a mischievous grin, "Then how about another kiss?"

Murong Huan swallowed nervously and retorted, "Why should I? Unless... you beg me!"

The young man’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle as he replied, "Please, my lady."