<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Asking Zhihu:

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">[My senior sister discovered that I'm the author of a romance novel she's a fan of. Moreover, my pen name is very embarrassing, and my story has steamy scenes. What should I do?]

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Answer 1: Marry her on the spot.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Answer 2: Are you sure you're not reading some strange web novel?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Answer 3: Please share your novel title first. It doesn't matter if your story has steamy scenes or not. I just want to understand the situation first.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">…

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">After receiving a bunch of useless replies, Jiang Miao gave up on Zhihu.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">While having dinner with Wang Xin, Jiang Miao sighed repeatedly while looking at his phone.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Don't worry. It's just a meet-and-greet. There's no way they'll get us to debate right off the bat," Wang Xin reassured, assuming Jiang Miao was nervous about the upcoming debate team meeting.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Then, did you have a fight with Senior Sister Su?" Wang Xin revealed a rare troubled expression. "I don't know much about this love thing, so I don't have much advice for you."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao: "???"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"We're not in that kind of relationship."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"It's okay. I understand." Wang Xin expressed his understanding and adjusted his glasses.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">What the hell do you understand?!<spanfont-weight:" 400"=""> Jiang Miao felt frustrated, but he didn't know how to explain his current relationship with Senior Sister.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">If you said that it was a normal relationship between a senior sister and a junior brother, it couldn't account for the special treatment she gave him.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">If he said it was a relationship between an author and a reader, wouldn't that directly expose his identity?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">He didn't want to be a self-destructing truck.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">At least wait until he became a big shot author, right?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Okay, that goal might be a little distant.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">But at the very least, he had to wait until he wrote a novel with 10,000 subscriptions before he had the confidence to face people's judgments.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Especially since revealing his identity would increase the possibility of his parents finding out, which was the last thing he wanted at the moment.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Fortunately, although Senior Sister enjoyed teasing him, she was still willing to keep his secret.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">From the looks of it, his identity as Peach Jam wouldn't be exposed.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The only headache was how to deal with Senior Sister in the future.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Could he really take that advice from Zhihu and get married on the spot?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Putting aside whether Senior Sister was willing or not, he was not such a casual man.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">At least… at least we have to start dating first, right?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Bah!

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Bah! Bah! Bah!

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao shook his head, quickly shaking off this terrifying thought.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Dating was out of the question. It would only become a stumbling block on his path as a writer.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">From now on, he would avoid Senior Sister as much as possible, steering clear of her whenever he could.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">As long as he kept a distance from her for a while, be it the matter of social death or the rumors, they would eventually collapse on their own.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"In short, Senior Sister and I just hit it off, but it's not about love. Do you understand?" Jiang Miao explained hopefully after dinner.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Wang Xin nodded. "Don't worry. I understand."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Okay, I can tell from your expression that you don't understand at all.<spanfont-weight:" 400"=""> Jiang Miao felt a mix of frustration and resignation, but he couldn't be bothered to explain further.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">In any case, since he had a clear conscience, there was nothing to fear.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">After he kept his distance from Senior Sister for a while, Wang Xin would naturally realize the situation.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Do you have anything else to do?" Wang Xin asked as they walked out of the cafeteria. "It's five-thirty now. If you're free, let's go straight to the debate team."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Sure, let's go."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The two of them went straight to Room 215 in the Department of Accounting building.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">They walked in and saw that there were about a dozen students present.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao was about to find a random seat with Wang Xin when they heard someone greeting nearby.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Wang Xin? You've signed up too?" A capable-looking girl waved at them. "Huanhuan and I are both here. Come sit with us."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao followed Wang Xin's gaze and saw the life committee member, Song Huanhuan, sitting with the girl who just greeted them.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">If he remembered correctly, this girl should be their class monitor.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">What was her name?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao was confused for a moment. He took out his phone to check the class group chat and found the class monitor's name.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Sun Yumeng.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Alright, that wasn't important. The main point was Song Huanhuan sitting beside her.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"What a coincidence. You're here to participate in the debate too?" Song Huanhuan adjusted her hair and kept her eyes lingering on Wang Xin. She looked away from time to time, displaying a shy, girlish demeanor.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Great, now I've become the outsider.<spanfont-weight:" 400"=""> Jiang Miao was self-aware and moved aside to let Wang Xin sit next to Song Huanhuan.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Although he wasn't thrilled about the idea of one of the last two single guys in the dorm room leaving him, he couldn't deliberately ruin Prince's budding romance.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The class monitor clearly understood Song Huanhuan's intentions and was trying to play matchmaker.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"It's not a coincidence," Wang Xin said earnestly. "I saw you during the interview yesterday. I thought you saw me too."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao: "…"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Sun Yumeng: "…"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Song Huanhuan: "…"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Alright, there's no hope. I'll just carry him out of here.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"I heard that in the previous first-year debate competitions, most teams were from the same class," Sun Yumeng said, finding a topic to keep the conversation going. "We might be on the same team this time, so we should get to know each other."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Yes, that's right," Song Huanhuan agreed. "I asked a senior sister yesterday. In addition to confirming the teams today, we'll also decide the arrangements for the first match, including the opponents and debate topics."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao wasn't interested in these topics. Anyway, he was just here to go through the motions and would avoid going on stage if possible.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">After the first-year competition ended, he would be completely free to return to his writing.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">However, Wang Xin was quite interested in this discussion, so the conversation continued.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao glanced at Song Huanhuan and Wang Xin and felt that this pairing might be a challenge.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Their Prince seemed to be a bit too much of a straight man.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">…

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">As evening approached and the clock struck six, the participating students arrived one after another.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Aside from those absent, a total of forty people were present.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The seniors of the debate team also started arriving. Except for the casual male captain, Zhao Lu, the rest were all girls.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Even though Jiang Miao already knew this fact beforehand, he was still a bit speechless.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">But when Qi Lianyue walked into the classroom with Su Huaizhou behind her, his expression changed drastically.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">What the hell???

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Why is Senior Sister here?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Seeing Senior Sister hiding behind Qi Lianyue and secretly waving at him, the corners of Jiang Miao's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly raised his hand in response.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Since Senior Sister Qi was a vice-captain, it was normal for Su Huaizhou to join her in the excitement…

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">While Jiang Miao was thinking this, Zhao Lu had already begun to get down to business.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"We'll split into teams today. Students whose names are called can follow the corresponding senior sister out," Zhao Lu said. "Your team leaders will explain the specifics of the competition later."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The senior sisters began calling out names. The students whose names were called followed them to other classrooms for their team meetings.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"… Wang Xin, Song Huanhuan, Sun Yumeng, please follow me."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">As the number of people in the classroom dwindled and Wang Xin was taken away by the leader of Team 7, Jiang Miao increasingly felt that the situation was amiss.<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Something's not right…

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">He looked at the only senior left on the stage, Su Huaizhou, and then looked around the classroom. There were only five participants left.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Wait a minute… Senior Sister, you're a deputy secretary of the Youth Association's publicity department. What are you doing here with the debate team?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Okay." Su Huaizhou clapped her hands with a smile. "Since we're the only team left, we don't need to change classrooms. Let's have our meeting here.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Let me introduce myself. I am Su Huaizhou, a vice-captain of the Department of Accounting's debate team. For the next month or so, I'll be counting on everyone's cooperation."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Jiang Miao: "???"

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