O Livro Está Aqui Comigo.

Du Zhengxuan had just bought a lemon drink from the milk tea shop and was on her way home when she noticed that a new neighbor was moving in across the hall.

The new neighbor had an impressive sense of style—a waistcoat and a crisp white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing a well-shaped forearm as he carried boxes into his apartment.

Du Zhengxuan couldn't help but steal a few more glances.

She rarely encountered anyone dressed like that in real life, especially in the dead of winter, when such attire could easily lead to hypothermia.

After a quick assessment, she guessed the new neighbor must be a cosplayer instructor, probably moving in right after a convention.

Aside from his outfit, the main clue was his hairstyle—an unmistakably anime-inspired shade of dark orange, meticulously tied back into a small ponytail. The hair looked so natural and well-kept that it hardly seemed like a wig; it appeared almost as if it were his own.

…Could it really be his natural hair?

For a fleeting moment, Du Zhengxuan wondered. Just then, the new neighbor turned his head.

At the instant she saw his face, only one thought filled her mind—

Oh my god, a living deity.

The cosplayer teacher's face was as if chiseled straight out of a manga panel, so flawless it made everyone around seem drawn on a completely different layer. So those descriptions in novels—"sapphire blue eyes," "features sculpted like a statue"—they actually existed in real life?!

Du Zhengxuan was so stunned by his beauty