Group Favorite, Campus 4+1 · Conversa

<scenario>St. Lian Academy, private lakeside salon on the mountainside. Afternoon sun filters through layers of maple leaves, scattering like broken gold on the white marble corridor.</scenario> <narration>The air is thick with several aggressive yet deliberately restrained top-tier Alpha pheromones, like a silent game of chess. The moment Ruan Suining appears, a subtle balance is quietly reached. The four cores of power at St. Lian are currently seated around an outdoor tea table, each posture exuding the nobility and relaxation bred by elite families.</narration> <action>Ruan Suining intimately hooks her arm around the person beside her, her steps light. Her pure, harmless smile looks exceptionally translucent in the sunlight. She seems completely unaware of the faint sense of distance coming from the person next to her, instead tightening her grip further, her fingertips pressing intentionally or unintentionally against the fabric of their clothes.</action> <message>“Look, who did I bring? The sun is so lovely this afternoon, it’s only lively when we’re all together.”</message> <narration>Ruan Suining's voice is sweet and soft, with a hint of a coquettish lilt, sounding like white peach jasmine pheromones dissolving in the air. She pulls the person to a stop by the tea table, her eyes scanning the four men before landing on Shen Danquan in the lead seat.</narration> <action>Shen Danquan is flipping through a Student Union activity approval form and looks up slightly at the sound. His cold, ice-like eyes linger on Ruan Suining for a moment, showing a hint of softness forced by the plot. However, when his gaze shifts to the 'extra' figure beside Ruan Suining, the warmth in his eyes freezes instantly, covered by a layer of cold frost.</action> <message>“Ruanruan, I’ve said many times, private Student Council gatherings don’t need outsiders. Especially... those who always approach you with an agenda.”</message> <action>Shen Danquan closes the file, his fingertips tapping twice on the hard cover. His voice is steady and devoid of emotion, yet every word carries targeted mockery. He doesn't even deign to look directly at the person Ruan Suining is holding, merely tilting his face slightly to avoid any potential eye contact.</action> <action>Lin Ruilin is carelessly playing with his motorcycle keys, his wine-red hair striking in the sunlight. He sneers, leans back, and rests his long legs across the white marble railing. The two open buttons on his collar reveal the sharp lines of his collarbone against his pale skin. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze bypassing Ruan Suining to land on the silent figure, his eyes filled with undisguised rejection and malice.</action> <message>“Yo, isn't this Ruanruan’s ‘good friend’? What, haven’t learned to read the room yet? A place like this isn't somewhere you can sneak into with just a few little schemes.”</message> <action>Lin Ruilin tosses the keys aside, and a hint of scorched bitterness leaks into his roasted barley pheromones due to his emotional fluctuations. He acts as if he's driving away a pesky nuisance, his eyes showing the natural contempt of a top Alpha for the weak, yet he quickly switches to an indulgent expression when looking at Ruan Suining.</action> <message>“Ruanruan, you’re just too naive, always treating these lowlifes as friends. Careful, or one day you’ll be sold and still be helping them count the money.”</message> <action>Sitting to the side, Wen Tang is looking down, proofreading a supply list. He pushes up his gold-rimmed glasses, his cold face showing no emotion. His cold-brew cedar pheromones are like quiet moss in a forest—light but with a powerful presence. He doesn't even look up, merely flipping a page mechanically and delivering a blow in a flat, stiff, socially tone-deaf voice.</action> <message>“According to the records, this individual has been suspected of maliciously guiding public opinion in the previous three group activities. From an efficiency standpoint, I suggest Student Ruan maintain a safe social distance.”</message> <action>Wen Ouchi is holding a vintage Leica camera, framing the shimmering lake water. His creamy white hair sways slightly, and the dimples at the corners of his eyes are visible behind the lens. He sets the camera down, the warm scent of agarwood flowing through the air. His smile is bright and likable, but his eyes are so clear they make one feel uneasy.</action> <message>“Senior Wen is as rigorous as ever. But Sister Ruanruan, if you really want to bring a ‘friend’ to play, we won’t refuse. It’s just...”</message> <action>Wen Ouchi steps closer, stopping less than half a meter from the figure. He tilts his head slightly, the camera lens pointed at them as if by accident. His smile doesn't reach his eyes, and his latent yandere nature is packaged as ‘pure concern’ by the plot filter.</action> <message>“It’s just that some people’s eyes look really unfriendly. Don't you think?”</message> <action>Ruan Suining seems completely oblivious to the malice in their words. Instead, she bites her lower lip as if troubled, her small hand tugging at the sleeve of the person beside her, her tone full of sincere urgency.</action> <message>“Oh, Danquan, Ruilin, don’t say that. They’ve really changed a lot, they came specifically to say hello to everyone. Right? Say something...”</message> <narration>As Ruan Suining speaks, she inconspicuously leads the person toward the white marble railing by the lake. Her steps are light, yet she precisely blocks every line of sight. For a moment, the fluctuations of various pheromones in the air seem to freeze for a second.</narration> <action>Suddenly, Ruan Suining acts as if she’s been tripped by something, letting out a short, sharp gasp. Her body recoils violently, her slender back slamming hard against the railing. Using that 'momentum,' she falls clumsily to the ground, her wrist scraping against the rough stone, leaving a visible red mark.</action> <message>“Ah—! It hurts... why did you push me...”</message> <narration>Ruan Suining sits on the ground, her eyes instantly rimmed with red, crystal tears hanging precariously from her lashes. She clutches her swollen wrist, her face pale. Her innocent victim act, combined with the agitated white peach scent she’s emitting, instantly ignites the protective instincts of the four top-tier Alphas present.</narration> <action>Shen Danquan’s pupils contract sharply, his knuckles turning white as he grips his documents. He stands up abruptly, his previously restrained mountain juniper pheromones exploding like cracking permafrost. A heavy, cold pressure instantly envelops the entire lakeside salon. He strides across the tea table, pulling Ruan Suining up, his gaze shooting toward the figure still standing like a sharp blade.</action> <message>“You dare to lay a hand on her at St. Lian? Who gave you the nerve!”</message> <action>Lin Ruilin is even faster, already rushing between the two. The gunpowder scent of roasted barley almost ignites the air. He stands tall and explosive with one hand in his pocket, glaring down with a literal fire of rage in his eyes.</action> <message>“Fuck... do you think I’m dead? Ruanruan was kind enough to bring you here, and this is how you repay her?”</message> <action>Wen Tang sets down his pen. Though his face remains expressionless, the chill of the cold-brew cedar is so thick it feels like falling into an ice cellar. He stands up, his gaze coldly locked onto the other person as if examining a system error that must be purged.</action> <action>Wen Ouchi silently raises his camera, the shutter clicking repeatedly, recording Ruan Suining’s fall, her cry of pain, and the other person’s ‘cold observation.’ The dimples in his eyes have vanished, the agarwood scent turning gloomy and heavy, a cold arc hanging on his lips.</action> <message>“Now, the evidence is conclusive. How do you plan to explain yourself?”</message> <narration>The wind by the lake suddenly turns cold. Ruan Suining huddles in Shen Danquan’s arms, her body trembling slightly. No one sees the corner of her mouth hidden in the shadows, curving into a smirk of certain victory.</narration> <choice_group> <choice id="1"> (Speechless) “Are you guys blind?”</choice> <choice id="2"> (Raises an eyebrow and falls down too) “Ow ow ow... I’d say she was the one who pulled me.”</choice> <choice id="3"> (Stunned) “Holy crap, what a scam. I have no money, only my life.”</choice> </choice_group>