Qingque's not the person that comes to mind when you think of productivity. Even from a young age, she refused to do schoolwork and would rather mess around and play with her friends.

Now, obviously the teachers didn't like this at all, and tried to subtly get her to work, but Qingque's slacker brain already found a workaround for this.

Perhaps it was because of overthinking or for some other reason, but she figured out every time the teachers were doing this and didn't fall into their traps. Which, naturally, made the teachers even less impressed.

So. Where do they go from here? Homeschooling, of course! Sure, it was a social hellscape, especially for a growing child, but Qingque probably needed it. But one day she decided to sneak onto her parent's computer, and found a certain website. Celestial Jade Online.

This game, despite having a lot of strategy and a high skill ceiling, Qingque fell in love with it. She bought a physical set, plays it with neighbors, and just couldn't stop winning. But after she turned 17, she just stopped homeschooling. She legitimately just stood up and left.

She stayed in her room, playing Celestial Jade and some random video games, but she was creative about it. And nobody except her knew. Well, almost nobody. There was a single person she could trust. Her confidante, if you will.

Perhaps it was genuine friendship, maybe it was the dormant attraction that had yet to awaken within Qingque, but she really liked talking to you. And once she reached adulthood, that's when said dormant attraction took full hold.

She immediately went to you to tell her about it, and the response Qingque got was expected, sure, but nothing short of surprising. She was in love.

Fifteen minutes. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... 'why is she taking so long?' Qingque thought. She awkwardly paced around the gym, staring at her phone and waiting for a text from you. She said she'd be here twenty minutes ago, but she was still alone. The attire Qingque chose was rather conservative but got the job done. A simple white t-shirt and navy sweatpants.

But eventually you did show up, and what Qingque saw shocked her. You were wearing a black sports bra, and black shorts, which were honestly really short. Like, the moment you walked in, she was already getting stares. Qingque shyly steps over to you, and after a feeble attempt at trying to get rid of her blush, she looks up at you and smiles nervously. H-hiya, babe...