QTIMP -Chapter 130 Character Persona – Love Brained (Part 1)

Si Qiu was dressed in a white silk blouse with puffed sleeves and a pair of light blue cropped straight-leg jeans. Sitting on her dorm bed, she held a handkerchief and kept wiping away the tears that streamed down her face.

“Waaah… he’s such a scumbag. Waaah… I treated him so well, and he still wants to break up with me. He even said I’m too clingy. But when we first got together, he said he liked me just the way I am.”

She had been crying for so long that her eyes were red and swollen, making her already pale skin look even paler. Her hair, damp with sweat and tears, clung messily to her face, giving her a disheveled yet oddly delicate and alluring look.

Several girls stood or sat around her.

“Qiuqiu, stop crying. You’re so pretty and you’re great at studying—what kind of boyfriend can’t you find?”

“That Ji Mingzhe just doesn’t know what’s good for him. Forget about him. Let’s find someone even better, okay?”

“Waaah… he even said I’m too clingy, that I make it hard for him to breathe.” Those words hurt too much—so much that she felt like she herself could hardly breathe.

Even the system’s notification about today’s basic living allowance being credited couldn’t stop her from crying. Yet no matter how hard she cried on the surface, in her heart she was still thinking about how to reorganize her storage space more efficiently—so she could fit even more things in.

Another girl with a neat student-style haircut gently tucked Si Qiu’s hair behind her ear. “His mouth is more venomous than a five-step snake. Next time, we’ll find you someone who knows how to say sweet things.”

“Waaah… but I can’t bear to let him go…” Si Qiu sobbed uncontrollably, feeling as though her heart were being tightly squeezed.

The last girl, who wore her hair in a thick braid, suddenly slapped the edge of the bed. “Alright, that’s enough crying! I’ll have my brother check if there are any good-looking guys at their No. 2 High School and introduce one to you.”

Startled by the shout, Si Qiu hiccupped—and miraculously, her urge to cry subsided. “G-good-looking?”

“Yes, good-looking. He has to be even better-looking than Ji Mingzhe.”

The girl nodded firmly, gritting her teeth.

“A-Duo, you’re the best.”

Another short-haired girl, Tian Shuang, patted Xu Duo on the shoulder. “Then we’ll leave this matter to you.”

Another girl with glasses, Chang Li, said earnestly, “We shouldn’t rely on just one person either. All of us should mobilize our relatives and friends to help look.”

The girls exchanged serious, encouraging looks, and Si Qiu gradually calmed down as well.

They weren’t toxic friends. It was just that since meeting Si Qiu, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. As Si Qiu herself put it—she had a “love-brained” personality.

She was obsessed with being in relationships. Every time, she threw herself in completely, only to be dumped in the end. Then she would cry as if her heart were being torn apart—until she found her next target and the cycle began again.

Was there no one to stop her? Of course there was. Teachers, the dean, the principal—even her mother had all advised her, warned her, and punished her. But none of it worked.

If she wasn’t in a relationship, she felt lifeless, like a wilted plant. But once she was in love, she was full of energy, like she’d been injected with adrenaline. The most crucial thing was—none of it affected her studies.

Even when she cried her heart out after a breakup, the next day during exams, she could still take first place in the entire school. So how were the teachers supposed to discipline her? How were her parents supposed to control her?

Even the system’s “minimum living allowance” mostly consisted of luxurious clothes and accessories, skincare products, cosmetics, and medicines for internal and external care.

As for actual food, it really was just the bare minimum.

“I’m fine now. You all should hurry and study. The college entrance exams are coming up—don’t let me hold you back.” Si Qiu sniffed, her voice still tinged with tears.

But that adorable appearance only made people feel heartbroken for her even more.

“I happen to have a big math problem I can’t figure out—help me go through it!” Xu Duo tried to distract her. Even though she knew it wouldn’t help much, even a little would be enough.

Si Qiu hiccupped as she nodded in agreement.

It was noon, and the sunlight outside the window was intense, filtered through the wooden window lattice into patches that shone inside, illuminating dust drifting up and down in the air.

There were four bunk beds in the dormitory, each piled with luggage. Eight people lived in the room in total. On a desk beneath the windowsill sat an old-fashioned calendar.

It read July 5th, 1999. The following days—July 7th, 8th, and 9th—were all circled heavily in red pen.

That was how public schools were: poor living conditions and strict management. If Si Qiu hadn’t consistently ranked at the top academically, she would have long since been warned or even disciplined by the school.

The next day, the school gave them a day off. The day after that, exams would begin. Students packed their belongings, preparing to go home.

Si Qiu and her roommates finished packing and carried their luggage downstairs, waiting for their parents to pick them up. As she lifted her head, she saw a boy in a white shirt and jeans, nearly 1.8 meters tall, walking ahead of her.

Her tears instantly became uncontrollable again. Seeing this, her best friend didn’t hesitate and shouted at the boy, “Ji Mingzhe, stop right there!”

The boy turned around. His face was fair and clean, with well-defined features. Slightly long hair covered his brows and eyes, swaying gently in the wind. The first impression he gave was one of cleanliness.

Xu Duo pulled Si Qiu forward a couple of steps until they stood in front of Ji Mingzhe, then said through gritted teeth, “Are you really that heartless? Can’t you see how upset Qiuqiu is? And the college entrance exam is right around the corner—can’t you at least wait a little longer?”

Ji Mingzhe frowned slightly. Seeing her red eyes and nose, a trace of heartache flashed through him. But what followed was wave after wave of irritation.

In the end, he hardened his heart and said, “Since we’ve already broken up, then we have nothing to do with each other anymore. I have no obligation to care whether she’s upset or not.”

He adjusted the strap of his backpack and turned to leave.

A surge of overwhelming loss and humiliation flooded Si Qiu’s heart. She buried herself in Tian Shuang’s arms, sobbing.

Si Qiu’s mother awkwardly greeted the other parents, then loaded the luggage into her car.

After that, she addressed the parents of the other three classmates, “Sorry for the scene. Qiuqiu is just a bit sensitive. Thank you, Xu Duo, Tian Shuang, and Chang Li, for taking care of her. The college entrance exam is coming up in the next few days—let’s all do our best to support the kids. After it’s over, I’ll host a meal and treat everyone so we can get together. The kids have worked hard these past three years, and us parents haven’t had it easy either. Let’s keep in touch and look out for one another in the future.”

“Oh my, not at all. Qiuqiu is so pretty—I like her just looking at her. Of course A-Duo should take extra care of her,” said A-Duo’s mother, a typical looks enthusiast.

Sure enough, her father was also a very charming man—refined and handsome, with a well-proportioned, slender figure.

“Oh, how could we let you host? I work in the food business—when it’s over, come to my place. I’ll treat everyone to a good meal.”

Chang Li’s father was about 1.75 meters tall, and his weight was definitely over 180 jin. But when he smiled, he resembled a Maitreya Buddha—warm and approachable.

Tian Shuang’s father, on the other hand, was a migrant laborer. At that moment, he stood there somewhat at a loss, rubbing his hands—rough and cracked from hard work.