She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 141

The May Day holiday arrived, and the long-prepared "godparent recognition" ceremony, planned for two months, was finally about to take place.

For the older generation, "recognizing godparents" was a significant event.

But for the young men of Dorm 414, what might have started as playful enthusiasm—preparing gifts for their adorable little "god-daughter"—had, over time, unintentionally accumulated layers of ceremonial grandeur.

Most children, even when recognizing godparents, would only gain one godfather or godmother.

Yet for Little An An, who suddenly acquired five godfathers and one godmother, anyone hearing about it would surely dismiss it as youthful mischief.

"Yan, aside from the gifts, did you prepare anything else?" In the girls' dorm, Chu Bingbing asked curiously.

"I read online that there's supposed to be some kind of 'pledge document'? Online godparent ceremonies seem very formal—like gifting a belt to symbolize being 'bound together,'" Yi Zhi said, scrolling through her phone.

"We didn’t do any of that," Yan replied. Today, she wore a long, water-blue dress with her chest-length hair loosely tied back by a wide navy headband, looking effortlessly elegant.

"Everyone just prepared gifts, and we’ll have a meal together. The ceremony supposedly involves the child serving tea, but Little An An isn’t even two yet," she added with a laugh.

"What’s Zhu Jue wearing?" Ding Ling asked.

"A shirt, probably with a suit jacket. I think all the guys will wear suits—except Xiao Qingnang," Yan said.

"So formal!" Chu Bingbing clasped her cheeks in delight.

He Xing, who had been quietly packing nearby, couldn’t resist chiming in, "If they all walk out in suits, people on campus will think they’re graduates heading to internships."

"Pfft—ha ha ha!" Yan, mid-sip of water, nearly spat it out laughing.

"Senior, you’re absolutely right!"

With June’s graduation season already here, the dormitory area had been frequented by seniors in professional attire during last fall’s and this spring’s recruitment seasons.

After all, in university, aside from job interviews or special events like hosting campus galas, no one usually dressed so formally.

"Jue’s here to pick me up. I’m heading down," Yan said, checking her phone.

"No lipstick?" Chu Bingbing asked.

"Probably not today—I might be holding Little An An. Just some baby lip balm," Yan pointed to her lips.

She picked up the neatly wrapped gift box from her desk, bid her roommates goodbye, and headed downstairs.

As Yan descended the stairs, her group chat buzzed incessantly. With one hand holding the gift box and the other gripping her phone, she couldn’t spare a hand to check the messages.

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"Oh my god, you guys."

Zhu Jue had already stepped forward to take the gift box, but Yan, looking at Chu Shen, Yuan Ye, and Ye Ping’an, completely lost control of her facial muscles. Leaning into Zhu Jue’s side, she clutched her stomach, laughing breathlessly.

"I can’t—I have to show the girls this."

Quick as lightning, Yan snapped a photo and sent it to the dorm group chat.

Yuan Ye wore a light beige casual blazer over a white T-shirt.

Chu Shen had on a light blue shirt paired with a gray suit jacket.

Ye Ping’an’s outfit was slightly more rebellious—a denim shirt beneath a deep khaki blazer.

"Did you three buy these together?" Yan couldn’t help asking. The gradient of colors and nearly identical cuts made it look like they were modeling a capsule wardrobe of interchangeable suits.

In fact, Yan thought if there were buttons to swap their outfits, they could play a matching game right then and there!

By contrast, Xiao Qingnang’s gray cross-collar outerwear stood out starkly, as if he’d stepped out of a completely different aesthetic.

"Yeah, we went shopping together two weeks ago. We can even trade clothes," the straightforward Chu Shen answered.

"What’s so funny? Did we dress wrong?" He glanced at his friends, puzzled.

"Yan, are you laughing because we’re not formal enough?" Yuan Ye, also baffled by her reaction, checked his outfit again.

"My guess? She’s laughing because, next to Jue, we look like his groomsmen," Ye Ping’an remarked dryly.

Yan paused, then admitted, "I hadn’t thought of that, but now that you mention it..."

Zhu Jue, in a silver-gray shirt layered with a coffee-toned buttoned vest and a subtly patterned tie, was indeed far more formally dressed than his roommates.

"Picking up the bride? Seriously? A wedding?" A passing student couldn’t help staring at the unusually well-dressed group outside the girls’ dorm.

"Then, 'groomsman,' you hold this," Zhu Jue said, pretending to hand the gift box to Ye Ping’an.

"Jue, if you’re serious, we’re wearing these exact outfits at your and Yan’s wedding," Ye Ping’an shot back.

"Deal. They’re suits anyway—you guys look great," Zhu Jue replied.

Amid laughter and chatter, they headed straight for the southern gate of the school near the South District and boarded a pre-booked business van. Yan browsed through the flood of messages in the dorm group chat on her phone.

[Chu Bingbing]: [Photo]

[Yi Zhi]: [Photo][Photo]

[Ding Ling]: Her Highness Yan has arrived—bow down! [Heart]

The photos showed Yan surrounded by four men in suits.

[He Xing]: [Photo]

The photo shared by senior He Xing captured the group walking out, with Yan and Zhu Jue flanked by four guys—two in front and two behind.

The couple’s formal attire made the scene look even more like a wedding procession!

The seven-seater van fit all six of them, though three had to squeeze into the back row.

"Wild Bro, wanna join us in the back?" Yan asked, eyeing the guys. Aside from Yuan Ye, the rest of the dorm boys were all over six feet tall, making the back row an uncomfortable fit.

But Yuan Ye shook his head vigorously. "No way I’m playing third wheel. I’ll squeeze in with Boss Chu and Ping’an."

He dragged the two of them into the cramped third row.

With Xiao Qingnang taking the passenger seat, Yan and Jue once again found themselves in the van’s prime middle row.

Good news: it was the VIP spot.

Bad news: they had to sit apart again.

Xiao Qingnang, buckled in, turned around and snapped a photo of them, posting it in the group chat. "Now it really looks like a wedding car," he remarked.

"Wild Bro," Chu Shen suddenly spoke up.

"Ever notice we’re now three third wheels?"

With the couple seated in the middle, every move they made was visible to the trio in the back.

Yan glanced back at them and chuckled. "You guys are shining bright today—looking extra handsome."

"Ooooh~ Keep the compliments coming!" Chu Shen grinned.

"Jue, you won’t get mad if Yan praises us, right?" Yuan Ye teased in a playful tone.

Ye Ping’an facepalmed, while Xiao Qingnang turned around with an amused look, enjoying the antics.

Zhu Jue raised a brow and silently waved his ring-adorned hand in front of the three of them.

As the official partner, he couldn’t be bothered to engage with their nonsense.

The group instantly remembered his nickname in the chat:

Zhu Jue (Engagement Ring Edition)

This guy was flaunting his ring again!

It had been a while since the dorm had a group outing. On the way from campus to the hotel, Chu Shen and Yuan Ye took turns complaining to Yan.

"Single guys have no rights in our dorm now!"

"It’s always just the three of us left behind—so lonely and pitiful!"

Yan laughed so hard her face hurt from their dramatics.

Thanks to the May Day holiday traffic, they hit a snag on the road.

By the time the group of six arrived at the hotel private room, Lin Fan and Lin Lu (the married couple), Little An An, and Lin Anran were already there.

"Oh my god!" Lin Anran gasped the moment she saw them enter.

After two months in this world, her personality had become much more outgoing.

"You guys went all out with the formal wear," Lin Fan remarked, though his face was full of delight. Their outfits showed how seriously they took the occasion.

"I saw the photos Lin Fan shared, but seeing it in person is even more impressive," Lin Lu added.

The "godfathers" set down their gifts and immediately flocked to Little An An’s side.

The toddler, with her thick hair tied into two tiny pigtails, wore a white top and pink overalls. Standing on the ground, her big, round eyes blinked adorably at the newcomers.

Aside from Zhu Jue and Chu Shen, the other three were meeting Little An An in person for the first time.

Right now, the little girl was pointing at each person and counting, "1, 2, 3…" all the way up to 10.

"My goddaughter can count to ten already? She’s a genius!" Yuan Ye exclaimed, giving her a thumbs-up.

Though they saw Lin Fan’s daily baby photos, the real-life version of the tiny human was infinitely cuter!

The guys huddled around her but hesitated to touch her. Ye Ping’an gently patted her hair, then immediately retracted his hand, afraid of accidentally hurting the delicate little creature.

She was so small, so soft, so adorably clueless—it melted their hearts on the spot.

"An An, these are your godfathers," Lin Fan said, pointing at the group.

The little girl looked up, her bright eyes scanning each of them one by one.

"Same…" she said in her tiny voice.

"Same?" Lin Fan paused before realizing she meant their matching outfits. Everyone burst into laughter.

"Ugh, I knew we should’ve gone for different styles," Chu Shen groaned, clutching his head.

"An An, I’m your fried rice godfather. Whatever you wanna eat, I’ll make it for you," he cooed, squatting in front of her with his hands cupping his cheeks.

"Little An An, even though all your godfathers are very handsome, we're each unique in our own way." Yuan Ye wagged a finger playfully.

Though the formal godparent ceremony hadn't even begun, they'd already started taking turns introducing themselves to Little An An, each claiming the title eagerly.

Lin Anran watched quietly as her younger self was surrounded by such affection, feeling waves of warmth surging through her heart.

How wonderful—to see another version of herself grow up like this was truly a blessing.

"An An, you look so beautiful today." Lin Anran suddenly found herself pulled into an embrace. Turning, she saw her... godmother.

"You look even more stunning," she returned the compliment.

Lin Anran couldn't help but glance at her godparents' outfits—they were dressed the most formally. "It feels a bit vintage," she remarked.

"What time did we pick for the ceremony?" Ye Ping'an asked.

"Wait, we even chose an auspicious hour?" Chu Shen responded, confused.

Lin Anran leaned closer to Yan and whispered, "Is Jiasui not coming?"

Ever since that incident where the actor Ling Hong tried to fabricate a romantic pairing with her, Lin Anran had gone down a rabbit hole researching scandals about this now-famous celebrity who wouldn't rise to prominence until over a decade later—exhausting, to say the least.

Still, she hadn't missed the fact that another godparent pair had emerged from their dorm—yes, yet another set of godparents.

But today, Gu Jiasui, who had already become close with her, was noticeably absent.

The moment she asked, Lin Anran regretted it. She might have touched on a sensitive topic.

"She's using her rare break to reshoot some documentary scenes," Yan explained.

The men crowded around their little goddaughter, completely losing themselves in the chorus of "Godfather!"

"Wait right here, sweetheart—Godfather's going to get your gift now!"

"What did you all prepare?" Lin Anran couldn't contain her curiosity.

Little An An was now being held in Lin Fan's arms, watching her godfathers with wide eyes.

Yan went with Jue to retrieve two boxes, opening them to reveal two gifts—one pushed toward Little An An, the other handed solemnly to Lin Anran.

"This one's for our Little An An."

"And this one's for our grown-up An An."

Lin Anran froze. She got one too?

Even her parents looked stunned.

Inside were two matching peace lock pendants—one gold-inlaid jade, the other jade-inlaid gold, both engraved with the same character: "An."

"Let me put it on for you," Yan offered.

Lin Anran felt her body lock up as she lowered her head slightly. The pendant's silk cord settled around her neck, and Yan carefully adjusted the length, tucking it neatly under her collar.

The peace lock was exquisite—the jade clearly of the finest quality, edged with delicate gold filigree. The silver cord was threaded with alternating jade and gold beads, tied into an intricate knot. Absolutely beautiful.

Lin Anran pressed her lips together, fighting the tightness in her nose.

"How's my beadwork?" One godfather's gaze met hers.

"Look how perfectly it suits our An An." Her godmother's voice sounded like she was coaxing a child.

Their eyes held the depth of calm oceans—bottomless, tender, all-knowing.

Then she noticed none of the godfathers had brought just one gift.

The pressure in Lin Anran's nose grew stronger. In this life, it seemed she was about to receive more love than she'd ever imagined.