After Marking Commander O, I was Forced to a Flash Marriage

November passed, and after Song Zhixian recovered from her fever, her schedule became increasingly packed. By the end of the month, she was set to leave the north for about a month to participate in a competition.

"A month, huh?"

Bai Mubei sat at the table, feeling a sense of emptiness inside. Although she had known for a while that Song Zhixian was attending the competition, it was still disappointing to hear it confirmed.

Noticing Bai Mubei's forlorn expression, Song Zhixian said nothing. Instead, she pulled a terminal from her pocket and handed it to Bai Mubei. "Here, this is for you."

Bai Mubei's eyes widened at the sight of the terminal.

Isn’t this my terminal?

But instead of eagerly taking it, she quickly glanced at Song Zhixian several times, questioning, "Why are you giving me your terminal?"

She instinctively sensed that this was not just an impulsive act of kindness.

Having stumbled countless times with Song Zhixian, she never doubted that this person had hidden agendas.

"If you don't want it..." Song Zhixian teased, pretending to take the terminal back.

Bai Mubei hadn't touched a terminal in six months. Her current life revolved around her encounters with Song Zhixian, and she felt like she had gone from a trendsetter to a recluse since meeting her.

At school, she learned about trends and gossip through others. When classmates heard she had a "Yama" (a figure associated with death) at home, their sympathetic looks were hard to miss.

Now, with Song Zhixian offering her a chance to re-enter modern society, why would she question it?

Bai Mubei quickly reached out for the terminal. "No, I didn’t say I didn’t want it! I want it, I want it!"

Song Zhixian narrowed her eyes at Bai Mubei's eagerness. "What’s your terminal number? Let me note it down."

Bai Mubei's heart raced at that statement, and her ears felt warm.

What does she mean by asking for my terminal number? By giving me her terminal, does she want to stay in touch during the competition?

Bai Mubei bit her lip, maintaining a composed facade as she raised her chin and happily recited her terminal number.

Song Zhixian nodded and then sent a message to Bai Mubei.

"This is my terminal number, make a note of it."

"Oh."

As Bai Mubei's terminal beeped, she realized Song Zhixian had sent her a message. She suppressed her emotions and responded softly.

Inside, she felt a mix of joy and nervousness.

But as soon as she opened the new message, she saw that Song Zhixian had sent her a training schedule and study plan.

A long list that made her head spin.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

This woman is going to manage me even when she’s gone!

Seeing Bai Mubei's changing expressions, Song Zhixian calmly patted her head. "Follow this schedule. Check-in with me daily, send me photos of your exercises, and record your training sessions for me."

Despite the pat on her head, Bai Mubei felt no comfort.

Having this terminal felt pointless.

Carefully, she pushed the terminal away. "I really don’t need this. I don’t want you to worry about me while you’re at the competition. I can manage my own affairs. It would be better for you to focus on your own stuff."