Moving On from the Tsundere, I Choose the Perfect Sweetheart

A school uniform skirt and 20D black stockings.

Gu Yifan stared at the scene before him, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. For a moment, he was so worked up he was utterly speechless.

It was a testament to his self-control that he didn’t turn into a beast on the spot.

The uniforms at Mountain City First Middle School were styled a bit like Japanese high school uniforms, a design that had become more popular internationally in recent years.

Unlike the conservative, traditional uniforms found elsewhere in the country, this style looked much more youthful and spirited.

However, when this popular style was introduced in China, the girls’ skirts were lengthened to better suit local sensibilities.

Still, plenty of vain, fashion-conscious girls secretly took their skirts to a tailor to have them shortened.

And those altered skirts were as outrageously short as you could imagine—basically the kind that would expose everything with a single gust of wind.

This, of course, was a huge hit with many of the guys at school.

Of course!

Su Qinghe would never do something like that; she wasn’t one of them.

But whether it was because the uniform was a size too small or because her legs were simply too long, she wore it in a way that gave it the feel of a Japanese JK sailor uniform.

Especially with the summer uniform’s short skirt, the 20D black stockings perfectly accentuated Su Qinghe’s incredibly long legs, which had always been hidden under loose pants.

One glance, and it felt like his entire field of vision was filled with nothing but legs!

Tsk~!

This Hanhan really gave me a surprise!

At that moment, Su Qinghe’s exquisitely beautiful face was flushed, with a few beads of water still clinging to her cheeks from the steam of her bath. She was the very picture of innocence, yet full of allure.

’The epitome of sweet and sexy?’

The phrase suddenly popped into Gu Yifan’s head.

The term had been invented back in his previous life by those "internet beggars"—the so-called influencers—on TikTok.

’Hmm... I think it came from a viral video of a simple dance by some girl named Jing-something-or-other.’

Since the girl’s username sounded very Japanese, Gu Yifan hadn’t paid her any mind.

In Gu Yifan’s opinion, however, the girl was only average-looking. Take away the beauty filters, and she’d probably be just another face in the crowd.

For her to suddenly go viral for no reason and then dare to claim she was the "epitome of sweet and sexy"... Gu Yifan could only chalk it up to the immense power of investment capital.

Gu Yifan had always been disdainful of it.

’How could those manufactured influencers, propped up by filters and marketing ploys, even be worthy of the title?’

But now, looking at Su Qinghe, Gu Yifan finally understood what the *true* epitome of sweet and sexy was.

A lotus emerging from clear water, naturally unadorned.

The ancients truly did not lie!

...

Having never worn black stockings before, Su Qinghe seemed a little unaccustomed to them. She felt self-conscious.

Although the stockings were made of a special material that felt cool and clung snugly to her skin, Su Qinghe still wasn’t quite used to them.

Gu Yifan’s constant staring at her legs made her even more bashful, and she blushed so furiously it felt like her face was on fire.

"I... Can I take them off?"

"I’m not used to them."

Su Qinghe whispered, her face flushed.

"Er..."

Su Qinghe’s voice snapped Gu Yifan back to his senses.

He looked at Su Qinghe’s flushed, uncomfortable expression. Although he wanted to admire the stockings a bit longer, he couldn’t bear to see her looking so distressed. He nodded and said softly, "Hm... not used to them, huh? Then you don’t have to wear them."

Hearing Gu Yifan’s words, Su Qinghe’s eyes lit up.

"However!"

"How can we let such a beautiful moment pass without saving a little something to remember it by!"

"Ahem~"

Su Qinghe froze for a second. ’What does he mean?’

The next second,

Gu Yifan whipped out his phone. CLICK! He froze the moment in time.

In the photo, Su Qinghe’s eyes held a shy, slightly bewildered look. She was indescribably beautiful.

After admiring it for a moment, Gu Yifan nodded in satisfaction. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, go get changed!"

"Ah~"

Hearing Gu Yifan’s words, Su Qinghe finally snapped out of it. As if granted a pardon, her face flushed red as she turned and dashed back to her room.

A short while later,

she came out, having changed into a normal sweatshirt.

After all, the weather in Mountain City wasn’t quite warm enough for summer clothes yet.

A faint blush still lingered on Su Qinghe’s cheeks.

She nibbled on her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then asked in a small, timid voice, "Can... can you delete the photo?"

"Hmm?"

Gu Yifan paused, then glanced up at Su Qinghe and played dumb with a perfectly straight face. "Photo? What photo?"

...-_-||

Su Qinghe looked completely helpless.

She knew getting Gu Yifan to delete the photo was impossible now.

Fortunately, it wasn’t an X-rated picture.

She had no choice but to drop it.

...

After staying at Su Qinghe’s place for a while longer, Gu Yifan glanced at the time. It was almost nine o’clock at night.

Considering Su Qinghe had to get up early for her part-time job at the bun shop, Gu Yifan arranged to pick her up the next morning, then got up and headed home by himself.

From her balcony window, Su Qinghe watched Gu Yifan’s departing figure, her eyes filled with reluctance.

But a second later, she couldn’t help but pout.

’That darn jerk, he was smoking again...’

’Looks like I’ll have to prepare some extra pear and rock sugar soup for him tomorrow.’

With that thought, she turned and headed for the kitchen.

...

「9:20 PM.」

「Cuihu District, Building 7, Unit 3, Apartment 305.」

As Gu Yifan stepped out of the elevator, he noticed his front door seemed to be open.

"Hm?"

His brow furrowed slightly.

’Don’t tell me we were robbed,’ he thought.

As the thought crossed his mind, he hurried toward his front door.

As he neared the door, he heard a burst of hearty laughter from inside and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason was simple.

No one but his own mother could produce a laugh that sounded like a snorting pig.

However, he could hear other voices mixed in with the laughter. ’Do we have guests?’

’And quite a few of them, by the sound of it.’

Puzzled, he walked through the door and called out habitually,

"Mom, I’m home."

The noise from the entrance caught the attention of everyone inside, and all heads turned in his direction.

"Hey, you brat! You’re home, so you’re home. What are you shouting for!"

Chen Dongmei’s voice rang out.

Gu Yifan could now see clearly who was in the living room.

In addition to his own mom and dad, Han Ning’s family of three was there as well.

"Uh..."

He froze for a second.

He was thoroughly confused but still greeted them politely. "Uncle Han, Aunt Qing, you’re here too!"

"Yifan, you’re back!"

Han Jianzhang said with a smiling nod.

Ye Wanqing, who was sitting next to him, chimed in with a grin, "Yifan, didn’t school let out a while ago? Why are you home so late?"

"Were you on a date with some girl?"

"Hehehe..."

"Er..."

Gu Yifan paused. ’Why do I get the feeling there’s a hidden meaning in what Han Ning’s mom just said?’