Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 836: Love at First Sight

"Listen... you all..."

Tang Song stared at the three figures before him, his gaze darting back and forth between Liu Qingning and Zhang Yan so many times his head felt like it might spin.

He had never told Bai Yueguang about the issue with the female desk mate.

Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't know how to say it.

He knew very clearly what Liu Qingning cared about most.

But now...

They were both standing right in front of him.

Standing together, and they even looked perfectly harmonious?

What was going on?

Wen Ruan was the first to break, laughing until she trembled, her large E-cup heaving with the motion.

"Weren't we supposed to spank someone? Why are you all suddenly mute?" She gave Tang Song a flirtatious wink and teased, "Come on, Tang Song, don't be shy. Whomever you want to spank, go ahead, we won't stop you. Consider it... um, a live broadcast."

Liu Qingning's face flushed instantly. She reached out and slapped her, "If anyone's getting spanked, it should be the one with the biggest, perkest butt!"

Wen Ruan lifted an eyebrow, sultry, "Little Qing Ning, don't you get it? The purer and cuter someone looks, the more fun it is to spank them. The contrast is what makes it... slap-slapping~~ right, President Tang?"

"W-what nonsense are you talking about!" Liu Qingning blushed so hard she could hardly stand.

Zhang Yan stood to the side, feeling like she was about to combust.

She didn't know where to look, what to do with her hands, or what expression to wear.

In her eyes, Wen Ruan had always been the strong, gentle, and reliable Director Wen.

This was the first time she had heard Director Wen make such a dirty joke.

It was a little out of character.

Yet in this room filled with warm yellow light and balloons, that shameless teasing somehow felt... cozy and natural?

She couldn't help but lift her head and glance at Tang Song again.

Candlelight played across his face, softening his features.

They hadn't seen each other since parting in Yancheng, and it had been a long time.

Every day in the south she thought of him, of that snowfall back north.

Having just passed the Liu Qingning hurdle, she felt both emptied and filled at the same time.

Her feelings for Tang Song seemed to complete some kind of metamorphosis at that moment.

It was a strange sensation.

Like finally being allowed to stand in the light.

She wanted to step forward and take his hand.

She wanted to say "happy birthday" with her own mouth.

She wanted to eat cake with him, chat with him, and just stay in this warm room without any burden.

But shyness and timidity kept her frozen; she wasn't as relaxed and casual as the other two.

"Hey, idiot. Why are you standing there like a fool?" Liu Qingning turned to Tang Song, her big watery eyes both shy and annoyed, "Hurry over, make a wish and blow out the candles! We're waiting to eat cake!"

"Yeah, birthday boy." Wen Ruan waved with a smile, "Come check out the surprise we set up for you. If you don't like it, there's no after-sales service."

Tang Song inhaled deeply.

The frantic pounding in his chest gradually calmed.

He finally snapped fully out of his initial shock and was replaced by overwhelming gratitude and joy.

"Thank you, three beauties."

He took off his coat and walked slowly to the dining table.

The three girls instinctively stepped aside to both sides, forming a half-circle around him.

Warm yellow candlelight danced on their faces. The air carried a faint scent of matcha cream, mixed with their individual fragrances, heady enough to make one slightly dizzy.

Someone began clapping softly, timbre light and rhythmic.

Then a gentle birthday song rose in soft female voices:

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

No musical backing, just the light harmony of their voices.

No deliberate loudness, only the full warmth filling the room.

Wrapped in that heavenly song,

Tang Song closed his eyes and folded his hands together.

He made a wish.

A moment later he opened his eyes and leaned forward slightly.

"Ha—"

He blew out the candles forming the number "26" in one breath.

"Yay—! Happy birthday!"

Wen Ruan produced a confetti popper from somewhere, "bang"—multicolored ribbons and sequins exploded over Tang Song's head and fell all over him.

"Happy birthday, Little Song." Liu Qingning smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

"Happy birthday..." Zhang Yan finally summoned courage and offered her blessing, quiet and sincere.

Looking at the three girls—different faces, different personalities, all looking at him—Tang Song felt a surge of uncontrollable excitement and warmth.

He didn't brush the confetti off his head. Instead, he suddenly took a step forward.

Caught off-guard, the three of them watched as he leaned in and kissed each of their faces in turn.

"Thanks, Qing Ning."

On the left.

"Thanks, Ruan Ruan."

In the middle.

"Thanks, Yanyan."

On the right.

The action flowed smoothly, displaying his athletic grace.

Wen Ruan covered her cheek, peach-blossom eyes sparkling with delight, lips curved.

Zhang Yan seemed to catch fire, her legs trembling as if she might collapse.

Liu Qingning covered the cheek she had been kissed on, her eyes wide.

She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a snort.

She turned away and picked up the cake knife.

"Time to cut the cake!"

Tang Song took the knife, smiled, and made the first cut.

The delicate matcha cake was sliced into even pieces; the lightly bitter tea aroma mingled with cream as the blade passed through.

Wen Ruan jeered playfully from the side, "Who gets the first slice? It's a dangerous question."

Tang Song paused, glanced at her, then used the spatula to lift the first piece and handed it to Wen Ruan without hesitation, "Looks like you really want it, Ruan Ruan, so you get first pick."

Wen Ruan's mischievous grin froze.

(°口)!?

Good grief!

You playboy! You won't choose, so you're dumping the big black pot on me?!

I'm here to help, not to be a live target!

Wen Ruan raged inwardly, but on the surface she had to accept the cake.

She flicked a finger, scooped a big dollop of matcha cream, and smeared it right on his forehead.

"Thanks for the treat, President Tang!"

She stepped back with the slice and began to eat it contentedly.

Seeing Tang Song with a green glob on his forehead and a helpless expression, Liu Qingning and Zhang Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The subtle tension in the air evaporated at once.

Amid laughter, Liu Qingning lifted a slice with the spatula and handed it to Zhang Yan, "Try this, it's matcha, it's delicious."

Zhang Yan received the plate clumsily, "Thank you... Qing Ning."

Tang Song's gaze softened even more as he handed the final slice to Liu Qingning.

He casually cut himself a piece and took a bite; the slight bitterness of matcha and the sweetness of cream blended perfectly on his tongue.

"Snap."

The main light in the living room was switched on.

The space instantly brightened; the warm candlelight and fairy lights became background accents.

The four of them sat around the large rectangular dining table.

Steaming dishes filled the table.

Glassware chimed crisply.

This meal turned out to be far more relaxed and pleasant than Tang Song had imagined.

There was none of the expected tension, no forced awkwardness.

With big sister Wen Ruan skillfully filling gaps with jokes, with Liu Qingning intentionally lowering her pride, even introverted Zhang Yan occasionally joined in their conversation.

Outside, the night lights of Shencheng Bay still glittered, the sea reflecting the city's splendor.

Inside, Tang Song sipped red wine, his gaze sweeping over the three faces who could be stern or sweet but were getting along so well, listening to their laughter.

His thoughts drifted and swayed.

This twenty-sixth birthday was truly the happiest, most complete in his life.

The meal wound down.

Wen Ruan set down her chopsticks and stretched lazily, leaning back in her chair.

Under the table, a stocking-clad foot was barely brushing Tang Song's calf, slowly inching upward.

"Tang Song, any plans next? If you want to spank someone, you'd better do it soon. I don't want to miss it."

"Hey! Wen Ruan! That topic isn't going to pass, right?!" Liu Qingning immediately bristled.

Tang Song looked at big sister's sultry, beguiling eyes and decisively changed the subject: "What about my gift? Everyone else already gave theirs; I don't think you've given yours yet."

Wen Ruan blinked and turned her gaze to Zhang Yan beside her.

"I'm not in a hurry. Yanyan, you go first."

Zhang Yan froze and then flushed scarlet.

"I—I..." she bowed her head and stammered.

Seeing her so nervous,

Wen Ruan suddenly made a dramatic 'hiss' and cupped half her face.

"Oh, that spicy chicken was intense. My mouth's burning. Qing Ning, where's the spare toothbrush at your place? Take me to the bathroom to brush."

Liu Qingning paused, then realized and stood up, "I'll take you."

They left the dining room one after the other; their footsteps faded.

The living room fell quiet.

Only Tang Song and Zhang Yan remained.

They looked at each other.

Zhang Yan seemed scorched; she hurriedly dropped her gaze, breathing very carefully.

"What's wrong, classmate Zhang Yan?" Tang Song pushed back his chair and came to her side, leaning slightly, hands braced on the backs of the chairs beside her as if half-encircling her in an embrace, smiling teasingly, "You didn't actually forget to get me a present, did you? I'd be so heartbroken."

"N-no..." Zhang Yan shook her head violently, voice barely audible, "I prepared something."

Before coming, she had been anxious, not even sure she had the nerve to bring out this humble, childish gift.

But after actually interacting with Liu Qingning and experiencing tonight's subtly tense but ultimately warm dinner...

She felt as if some force had pushed her forward.

"Wait... I'll go get it."

She stood up quickly, ran to the corner of the living room, and grabbed the canvas bag carelessly tossed by the sofa.

From inside she took out an old notebook, clutching it to her chest as she returned to Tang Song step by step.

Her face was so red it seemed to bleed; even her neck carried a faint flush.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, casting thick shadows over her cheeks.

"A birthday present for you."

She extended both hands and presented it solemnly.

Tang Song took it.

It was a somewhat old hard-cover notebook. The cover was carefully wrapped in transparent plastic, corners yellowed and worn, but overall well preserved.

Even the spine, which often cracks, had been reinforced carefully with tape.

It looked painfully familiar.

As the thought surfaced, fragments of distant memories started rising uncontrollably.

"Thud—"

His heart began to race.

His fingertips trembled as he gently opened the title page.

[2011, Excellent exam performance, specially awarded to encourage the student]

Faded red characters, slightly blotched ink, and a round red stamp from the academic office beneath.

Memories began to clear up bit by bit.

Tang Song paused for a moment, then continued flipping.

On the slightly yellowed lined pages were handwriting in various inks: blue ballpoint, black felt-tip, even erasable pencil.

Some were neat and delicate, some wild and messy.

More often there were irregularly drawn tic-tac-toe grids formed with a ruler, filled with little symbols representing each side.

Tang Song, the history teacher might quiz us on measures from the Zhenguan rule later, did you memorize it? The teacher said anyone who fails must copy it ten times.

I didn't! I bet the teacher won't call on me, I have protagonist aura!

If they call on you, stand up the notebook and I'll secretly show you.

Thanks for the walnut milk, it was delicious.

My mom forced it on me; I hate drinking it. After this, it's all yours. Oh, did you watch Legend of Sword and Fairy 3 this weekend?

Teacher said high school is hard. Tang Song, you'll definitely get into Yizhong, right?

Of course! You too, let's study together!

My grades aren't as good as yours, I might not get into Yizhong...

Then go to Erzhong. The two schools are only three streets apart, both have decent college admission rates. We'll aim for a good university later.

I'll try. :)

...

Childish handwriting, simple exchanges, sometimes inarticulate.

But looking at these little notes that spanned more than a decade,

Tang Song clearly saw his middle-school self—the somewhat emo kid who loved shounen manga, always declaring himself the protagonist.

The deskmate he had vowed to protect.

Tang Song's vision blurred.

Something slipped from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Yan stood frozen.

She watched his profile, his slightly trembling shoulders, and the tear that fell.

She immediately reached out to wipe it away.

But her hand halted halfway.

At the very moment she hesitated,

Tang Song suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close, hugging her tightly.

Zhang Yan shivered all over.

She didn't dare move; her chin rested on his shoulder, and his heavy, slightly unsteady breath sounded in her ear.

She quietly felt his heartbeat, steady and powerful, beating against her chest through thin fabric.

Their heartbeats gradually fell into sync.

They stood like that.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long while, Tang Song slowly released his hold and stepped back half a pace, looking at her.

Zhang Yan kept her head down, cheeks burning, hands unsure where to rest.

He didn't speak.

He just looked at her.

At her trembling lashes.

At her flushed ears.

At her bitten lip.

"Zhang Yan, I love you."

The low, melodious voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Zhang Yan flinched and lifted her head. Her clear eyes filled with stunned surprise.

Her gaze instinctively wanted to look away but didn't.

"I love you too, Tang Song."

Her voice was soft, as light as wind across a lake, but utterly sincere, like she had spent her whole youth to say it.

In the bathroom,

The faucet ran.

Wen Ruan held a brand-new toothbrush and scrubbed, foam at the corners of her mouth, staring into the mirror.

Liu Qingning leaned against the marble counter, lost in thought.

"Swish-swash—"

Wen Ruan rinsed, splashed water on her face, grabbed a towel and wiped.

She glanced at the silent Liu Qingning in the mirror and arched an eyebrow.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Wen Ruan set down the towel and moved to her side, gently bumping her shoulder, "Are you thinking about what those two are doing out there?"

Liu Qingning pressed her lips together and didn't answer.

The bathroom fell quiet for a few seconds, only the faint whir of the exhaust fan.

"Wen Ruan."

"Mm?"

Liu Qingning stared at her reflection, voice soft, "Do you think... me and Zhang Yan..."

She trailed off.

Wen Ruan seemed to understand.

She turned, leaned on the sink, and looked at Liu Qingning's profile.

"Qing Ning, from my view, you are indispensable in Tang Song's life. The kind of person who, if missing, makes his life incomplete. His first flutter, his first secret stare, his first blush—all of that started because of you."

She paused, her gaze fixed in the mirror.

"So, I'm jealous of you."

Liu Qingning opened her mouth but said nothing. A weight she'd been carrying felt a little lighter.

At that moment,

Buzz buzz—

Wen Ruan's phone vibrated twice in her pocket.

She grabbed it and saw a WeChat message flash up.

[Su Yu: Shuangshuang played too hard today and fell asleep on the way back. I dropped her off at your place, so I won't crash at your place tonight.]

Wen Ruan blinked, about to reply.

Another message popped up.

[Su Yu: It's his birthday today. I really want to see him, but I know if I show up, you won't be able to spend time with him properly. So, before midnight, if you can lure him to Swan Castle, I'll call you 'sister' and you can do whatever you want with him.]

Wen Ruan's eyes twitched and she sucked in a breath.

"What's wrong?" Liu Qingning noticed her oddness and asked curiously.

"N-nothing!"

Wen Ruan, acting like a thief, snuffed the screen off in a heartbeat and tucked the phone away.

"Let's go, Tang Song seems to have headed toward the master bedroom; we should go back too."

"Okay."

...

When Tang Song put the notebook away and washed his face, Liu Qingning and Wen Ruan had returned.

All three girls were in the living room.

A fruit plate, cake, and drinks sat on the coffee table; the mood was lively.

Wen Ruan was holding a balloon and play-fighting with Liu Qingning.

It was more Wen Ruan's one-sided "bullying" of Liu Qingning than anything else.

They had a ten-centimeter height difference and a much greater weight disparity. Liu Qingning was pinned to the sofa, struggling angrily.

Two E-cups wrestling, the scene was quite dramatic.

Zhang Yan sat awkwardly to the side, clutching a glass of juice and watching them.

When Tang Song walked over, they stopped immediately.

Liu Qingning climbed up and grabbed Tang Song's arm, pointing an accusing finger at Wen Ruan, "Tang Song, she hit me! You have to teach her a lesson!"

Wen Ruan slowly rose from the sofa and suddenly changed expression, imitating Liu Qingning's voice, "Tang Song, she hit me! You must punish her!"

Liu Qingning's face reddened, "Wen Ruan!"

"Wen Ruan!"

Tang Song watched them and smiled.

"Then fine, I'll teach you both a lesson."

Wen Ru