There are still too many loser heroines

“This atmosphere… is so weird…”

Yang Yuan felt trapped on the sofa, unable to move.

To his left was Li Yu’an. At some point, she had shifted to sit right beside him—less than a fist’s width between them. Her expression was calm, but beneath it simmered something almost terrifying.

To his right, Bai Zhu was the complete opposite. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, she swayed slightly, radiating pure, unfiltered joy.

Before Yang Yuan could even process what was happening, Bai Zhu suddenly yanked his arm, pulling his entire body toward her.

“I’ve got a question. Does even the legendary Saintess need psychological counseling?”

“Her mind’s perfectly fine. She’s just here for lunch,” Yang Yuan whispered, shooting her a look that silently begged her to let go.

“But what about you? Why are you even here?”

At that question, Bai Zhu’s face instantly shifted into a mysterious, otherworldly expression—her chuunibyou persona reactivating.

“I come by decree of fate, seeking a great opportunity in this sacred place!”

“Opportunity? Can I steal it from you?”

“Hehe, you can’t take what fate has already chosen.”

Bai Zhu shook her head smugly, because in her delusional worldview, the “opportunity” was Yang Yuan himself.

The two of them tugged at his arm, whispering back and forth. Their conversation sounded like nonsense, but to an outsider, it looked like an intimate, secretive exchange.

Li Yu’an didn’t turn her head—or perhaps she simply refused to look.

But from the corner of her eye, she could clearly see how dangerously close Yang Yuan was to the girl in green.

“Tch…”

She had assumed that by sitting here, radiating silent displeasure, Yang Yuan would eventually notice and come to comfort her.

But clearly, she was wrong. His attention was completely captured by this random girl who had crawled out of nowhere.

Li Yu’an realized she couldn’t afford to wait passively. She couldn’t afford to lose her territory.

“I have to… take the initiative!”

She stood up, picked up the lunchbox, and walked directly in front of them, placing herself between Bai Zhu and Yang Yuan—physically blocking their line of sight.

“Yang Yuan, let’s eat.”

Bai Zhu puffed her cheeks in annoyance as her “opportunity” was cut off.

But she knew this was the Saintess—one of the Alliance’s top heroes. Out of respect, she stood and gave an awkward, half-baked bow, mimicking something from a novel.

“Hello! I’m Bai Zhu, this year’s Hero Reserve!”

“My dream is to become a hero as great as you!”

Li Yu’an, seeing the girl’s genuine naivety, lowered her guard slightly.

“Good luck.”

She gave a simple nod, then redirected all her attention back to Yang Yuan.

She opened the two-tiered bento box and placed the neatly arranged home-cooked dishes on the coffee table.

The aroma instantly filled the entire office.

As they were about to begin lunch, Yang Yuan glanced at Bai Zhu, who had been left aside and was now unconsciously swallowing her saliva. He felt a pang of guilt.

“Should we… give her some?”

He hesitated. But this was Li Yu’an’s homemade meal—taking the initiative to share it without permission felt rude.

Just as he was torn, Li Yu’an seemed to read his mind.

“Bai Zhu, is it?”

“Ah! Yes!”

Bai Zhu snapped to attention.

Li Yu’an pushed her untouched portion toward the girl.

“If you don’t mind these simple home dishes, please join us.”

Bai Zhu immediately activated her chuunibyou mode to express gratitude.

“Many thanks, Lady Saintess!”

“Your noble act has been witnessed by this humble one! This meal infused with the power of light… I gratefully accept it!”

After the initial shock, the last of Li Yu’an’s suspicion finally melted away.

She suddenly felt a bit foolish. This girl wasn’t scheming or challenging her.

“She’s… actually just mentally unhinged.”

Realizing this, Li Yu’an’s mood lightened. In her mind, she filed Bai Zhu under:

[Harmless but annoying clutter. Can be temporarily ignored. Deal with later.]

She turned her gaze back to Yang Yuan, one hand gently pressing against her flat stomach, her expression shifting to a delicate, pitiful softness.

“Ah… I gave my portion to Bai Zhu. Now I’m completely empty.”

Yang Yuan immediately felt guilty. “Do you want some of mine?”

“I don’t need much. Just a little bite.”

Before he could respond, Li Yu’an’s chopsticks darted toward his bento.

Her target was clear—a piece of chicken Yang Yuan had already bitten into, still bearing the distinct marks of his teeth and a trace of saliva.

“Wait, I’ve already eaten that…”

He tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The saliva-stained chicken was already in Li Yu’an’s mouth.

She closed her eyes. Her teeth chewed the meat slowly—over a hundred times—until it was a pulp. Only then did she reluctantly swallow.

On the other side, Bai Zhu, who had been eating quietly, suddenly froze.

She lifted her head, eyes locked on Yang Yuan’s bento.

“Lord Yang Yuan, what is that dish? Why was it not among the supplies granted by Lady Saintess?”

“Oh, that’s a lion’s head meatball,” Yang Yuan answered instinctively.

“Lion’s Head! Sounds like a food brimming with immense power! I must taste it too!”

That sentence was the spark.

Li Yu’an’s suppressed vigilance flared back to life.

She could share Yang Yuan’s saliva.

But this random girl from nowhere? Absolutely not.

“No.”

Her chopsticks snapped into the air, perfectly intercepting Bai Zhu’s.

“Yang Yuan’s lunch is vital energy for his afternoon work. It cannot be shared freely.”

“But Lady Saintess just ate it!” Bai Zhu protested.

“I… my situation is different.”

Li Yu’an struggled for words. The atmosphere in the office turned tense once more.

Just then, a small, unexpected figure slipped silently out of Yang Yuan’s shadow.

“Did I come too late?” (Water Gate Sound)

The moment the recording finished, the lunchbox—barely touched—vanished from the table along with all its contents.

It was Luo Qingyin, the Prophet’s sister.

She was already holding Yang Yuan’s bento, stuffing the entire meal into her mouth in three seconds flat.

“Burp~”

The girl let out a satisfied belch, then casually tossed the empty box aside.

Seeing all the food Yang Yuan had eaten disappear before her eyes, Li Yu’an collapsed to the floor, her spirit broken.

“I… I only got one bite…”