The girl grinned again, her dimples appearing and disappearing, making her quite beautiful. "Remember, my name is Xi Ruohui, from Class 3 of the first year of high school." Looking at Feng Jiayue's expressionless face, she smiled innocently and continued, "I heard you've already been accepted into a top university, and you seem quite bored all day. As your junior, it's only right that I help you out, right? Here's what we'll do: I'd like to invite you to a movie." She rummaged through her jeans pocket for a long time before finally pulling out a slightly crumpled movie ticket. "Here, take it."
Feng Jiayue was somewhat dumbfounded. He sensed a soft, boneless little hand slipping something into his hand, and then he saw a magnified smiling face flash past him. Immediately afterward, accompanied by a silvery laugh, that clear voice rang out again: "Z Middle School's big celebrity, since I, your junior, have always admired and respected you, you absolutely must come!"
When Feng Jiayue came to his senses, the small figure waved, carrying an ridiculously large backpack, and skipped and hopped away. Strangely, the simple actions of a seventeen-year-old girl possessed an inexplicable air of nonchalance. He lowered his eyes and looked at the movie ticket in his hand.
Xi Ruohui?
Many girls want to get close to him, but it seems rare to find one like her who chatters on and on from beginning to end, giving him almost no chance to speak.
He smiled faintly and continued walking forward.
CHAPTER 1 Reunion~
Two years later. October, F University.
Feng Jiayue glared menacingly at one of the names on the long list of student council recruits:
Xi, Ruo, Hui.
A chilling smile crept across his lips. Very well! She actually didn't run as far away as possible! She actually dared to show herself in front of him again, utterly fearless! He had initially thought she was planning to hide in some dark, sunless cave and live the rest of her life as a coward!
Fine! Since she's acting all nonchalant as if nothing happened, then don't blame him for not remembering our old friendship from being classmates!
He tossed aside the list and simply said, "No need for further selection, just recruit them all." Liang Yiqun, the student council vice president standing nearby, was somewhat puzzled. Wasn't it supposed to be a top 5 out of 10? But as the student council president, if he said to recruit everyone, then so be it. After all, it was a period of transition, and adding some fresh blood wouldn't hurt. However, why did Jia Yue's face look like he was gritting his teeth and sharpening a knife?
Along the way, Xi Ruohui and Shen Congrong strolled leisurely. Shen Congrong carried a skewer of grilled sausages, while Xi Ruohui held a piece of duck neck, eating as they walked. After finishing the duck neck, Ruohui licked her fingers contentedly: "Mmm, this place near the school gate is the most authentic; no other place can compare!" She accurately tossed the packaging into the nearby trash can. "Looks like my dad was somewhat prescient in forcing me to attend this school—" Shen Congrong asked, somewhat puzzled: "Oh, by the way, Ruohui, why did you absolutely refuse to come to F University in the first place?" It was close to home and a prestigious university, but Ruohui had always refused until her parents secretly changed her application. Under the shock of the situation, seeing that the die was cast, she had no choice but to come. Ruohui made a big face: "I just didn't like it here, I didn't want to study here—"
Hehe, if the meticulous Cong Rong knew everything, wouldn't that give her another handle to use against me?
She won't do it!
However, these past two days, she just felt something was off about her. She frowned. Of course, she knew that someone who hated her to the core and whom she really didn't want to see was also still stuck at F University, not yet graduated. But one was in medical school, and the other was in finance and economics. They were separated by a great distance, and she had only been at the university for a month. There was no reason for her to run into him so soon!
She must be overthinking it!
Two days later, she clearly realized:
First, she didn't think far, far enough;
Secondly, although sincerity is important in worshipping Buddha, the saying "money can make the devil turn the millstone" is an irrefutable truth.
Right now, she was huddled in a small corner, staring intently at the person diagonally in front of her who was listening attentively and admiringly to the student council president's welcoming speech.
Zhang, Zhao!
That good-for-nothing sissy! She covered her face and sighed. How could she have grown up with such a scoundrel, and still be classmates with him all this time! Not only did he take it upon himself to register her, but he also maliciously tricked her into attending the first meeting of the semester while she was half-asleep. This is the tragedy of pitying the weak; she felt sorry for herself!
As soon as she entered, she was horrified to find a familiar face—someone she absolutely hated and wished she'd never see again—sitting leisurely in the center seat, staring at her with a half-smile. She was instantly filled with a sense of despair, like a lamb entering a tiger's den. As time passed, this despair deepened. Not only did his gaze sweep over her throughout his speech, but even as everyone began introducing themselves, his eyes subtly followed her. When she finally spoke, "Hello everyone, my name is..." he interrupted her seemingly casually, "A junior from the same school as me," he said, looking at Ruohui with a half-smile, "you're acquaintances, aren't you?"
Ruohui sighed helplessly, "Uh..." She lowered her head, feeling guilty and resigned. Could we... not calculate it?
No one paid any attention, and after a few jokes, it was over.
But Ruohui knew that things were far from over. Sure enough, after discussing all the arrangements for welcoming the new students, the meeting ended. Taking advantage of Zhang Zhao's tall but not very strong appearance, she was about to sneak out when suddenly, a voice that was both heavenly and nightmarish rang out again: "Xi Ruohui, don't rush off. There are still some things to do for the welcome party that I need you to handle."
Ruo Hui's mind went blank for a moment. She looked up quickly and saw the envious and jealous expressions on everyone's faces, especially the girls', as well as Liang Yiqun's slightly amused gaze as he looked at her, and the calm face of the person still sitting at the table.
Zhang Zhao was somewhat surprised: "Ruohui, do you want me to stay and help you?" Ruohui blinked: "No need." He would only make things worse if he stayed; she shamelessly assumed that the person was probably after her. Zhang Zhao was still worried: "Then I..." He glanced at Feng Jiayue with some apprehension, "I'll wait for you outside." She was someone's best friend; if anything went wrong, that person would definitely kill him! Ruohui secretly glanced over and saw that the corners of that person's mouth were already beginning to curl into a mocking smile. She couldn't help but feel annoyed: "I said no need, you can go now!" Liang Yiqun walked over, put his arm around his shoulder, and walked out: "It's just a small work arrangement. What, you're worried about your little girlfriend?"
There were only two people left in the room. They looked at each other.
Feng Jiayue observed her thoughtfully for a while, then frowned slightly and asked, "Was that... your boyfriend?" Ruohui was stunned, almost choking on her own saliva. "Wh...wh-what?" She gestured outside. "He's my boyfriend?" She burst into laughter several times. "Zhang Zhao? Hahaha, that's hilarious..." She tried to hold back her laughter, but couldn't help it. "Please, just say it here. Don't go around telling everyone, or else..." Although Cong Rong had never commented on Zhang Zhao's flirtatious behavior since high school, she was certain that if Zhang Zhao were to stage a coup, the outwardly gentle but inwardly strong Cong Rong would definitely grab a knife and kill Zhang Zhao first, then come after her!
Seeing her unabashedly cheerful demeanor, Feng Jiayue couldn't help but smile: "Really?" Ruohui immediately stopped smiling and looked at him warily: "Didn't you have something to do?" Feng Jiayue smiled slightly again: "No rush, just making a shopping list and helping with the venue setup." Ruohui breathed a sigh of relief. A piece of cake. She sat down with a sigh of relief and took out a pen: "Oh, let's begin then, I'll take notes."
Feng Jiayue raised an eyebrow inscrutably. "I said there's no rush." He then stared at her silently. Ruohui's scalp began to tingle, and her neck felt a chill. Feng Jiayue stood up, walked to Ruohui, and leaned slightly forward.
Ruo Hui stared in disbelief as his face gradually loomed larger before her eyes, her heart beginning to pound uncontrollably.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, she's going to die!
Sure enough, Feng Jiayue's elegant and slightly magnetic voice rose again: "What I'm more interested in now is, what kind of big bets did you win from others the second and third time you racked your brains and went to great lengths to invite me out?"
CHAPTER 2 The Feud
Two years ago, in early summer.
At dusk, Feng Jiayue walked out of the gymnasium. The eighteen-year-old boy, tall and straight, wore a dark blue tracksuit, his hands in his pockets, walking at a leisurely pace. He strolled along a narrow street, admiring the scenery in the park, and unknowingly reached a fork in the road, where he bumped into a young couple.
He glanced over casually and saw a boy with a baby face, still looking quite young, and… He paused slightly, slightly taken aback. If the girl from that day was the number one McDull, then this girl was number two. He watched the young couple run off, playfully bickering, and couldn't help but smile faintly, the radiant smile from that day flashing through his mind. Her name is Xi—Ruohui, right? He'd never met such an interesting girl before.
He frowned slightly. Hmm, he remembered that girl inviting him to a movie. He subconsciously reached into his pocket—where were the tickets? He seemed to have lost them somewhere long ago. He frowned again and continued walking.
He had only walked a short distance when he heard a clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song: "Feng Jiayue—" He turned around instinctively. It was the girl from that day. She ran happily to him, her eyebrows curving into a smile: "You really came—"
Feng Jiayue looked behind her, puzzled, then seemed to understand something. Usually concise, he now chose his words carefully, afraid of causing any misunderstanding: "I was just..." passing by. Ruohui blinked, unconcerned: "Ah, is there anything else?" For some reason, facing that bright, unabashed smile, Feng Jiayue hesitated for a moment. Ruohui continued to grin: "No problem, no problem. If you have something to do, go ahead, I won't keep you." She even waved her chubby little hand haphazardly.
Huh? Now it was Feng Jiayue's turn to be slightly stunned.
Three days of free travel, oh yeah!
A month of free lunches, oh yeh-yeh-yeh-
A month and a half of free PS games, oh yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-
That's right, in Xi Ruohui's eyes, Feng Jiayue was a fragrant, juicy, top-quality roast duck, and all these benefits were generously bestowed upon her by this roast duck. After all, this roast duck was always in high demand at school! So, before April Fool's Day, someone in the class, bored out of their mind, made a bet with her, one of the most daring students in the class: if she could get Feng Jiayue to go out with her, even just to have him show up at the movie theater, she would win. After all, it was unprecedented! Originally, it was just a few close boys and girls joking around, but later, as more people found out, more and more people got involved, and in the end, everyone in the class was hooked.
Do you know what it means to be caught in a dilemma?