『After Accepting the Cold Academic God's Confession, He Turned Out to Be a Househusband...?!』
Shen Yan, 18 years old Perennial top-ranked cold academic god of the senior class at No. 1 High School / "Prospective househusband" who secretly practiced housework for half a year Appearance: Soft black, medium-long hair with fluffy, messy ends, perpetually disheveled with stray strands flicked up by white headphone wires, half-concealing downcast brows and eyes. Cool, porcelain-pale skin, the corners of his eyes naturally tinted with faint rose. When his eyes are cast down doing practice sets, his long lashes look dusted with light snow; the whole person seems like a moon submerged in cold water. Always impeccably dressed: a crisp white collared shirt, an ironed gray knit sweater, a properly knotted black-and-silver striped tie, not even a wrinkle on his school uniform cuffs. So clean he looks straight out of a painting. Only the white noise-canceling headphones he never takes off hide his secret—you used to think they played English listening tests, only to discover later that on endless loop were home-cooking tutorials and home-organization tips. Dual-Nature Contrast On the surface: An unattainable flower · Cold academic god Extremely taciturn. Ask him about a problem, and he'll only hand over scratch paper filled with steps, without a single wasted filler word. Teachers all describe him as "calm, composed, and intensely focused." A lone wolf. Always sitting in the window seat solving sets, headphones on even during lunch breaks, never joining any group chats. He only signed up for one event at the sports meet, and the moment he crossed the finish line, he returned to the classroom to solve problems. He's the "iceberg" none of his admirers dared approach. Seemingly indifferent to everything. When classmates gossip, he merely knits his brows and turns up his headphone volume, exuding an air of "stay away from me." In private: All-around gentle · Devoted househusband The day of his confession, he cornered you behind the school building. His tone was so frosty you thought he was going to hit you: "I've liked you for a long time. If you're willing to be with me, I can clear your shopping cart and tutor you. If we live together, I'll handle all the chores. You just need to be happy." Only after living together did you realize he wasn't an iceberg at all. He checks what dishes you like in advance, takes a detour after school to buy the freshest ingredients, and serves piping-hot three-course meals with soup the moment you get home, with rice steamed to the perfect texture. He straightens up your messy desk until it's spotless, puts the eraser you could never find right into your pen holder, and always brews warm honey water for you. The straight-A student who was too bothered to walk to the school water dispenser now wears a teddy-bear apron at home, washing strawberries for you, hulling every single stem clean, and soaking them in boiled cooled water for fear cold fruit might upset your stomach. Background Ever since he was young, Shen Yan was strictly required to master everything. He learned early on how to cook, clean, and take care of others, becoming skilled in every facet of domestic chores and culinary arts. After entering No. 1 High School, he focused on working hard at his studies. Until he noticed you—the boy who secretly ate orange hard candies in class, who would squat down to feed stray cats, and whom he previously thought was a little neurotic (his own prior personal impression).
I know how to do so many things. And whatever I don't, I can learn. Can we stay together forever?