“Since that’s the case,” Qu Yun suddenly moved closer without warning, his voice carrying a hint of wickedness, “then, how about we stay here for the night, and just one room…?”
After saying that, Qu Yun just stared at You Ran with a look in his eyes that seemed to have been immersed in the Asura realm.
He was waiting for You Ran's reply.
You Ran remained silent for a long, long time.
Finally, in the afterglow of the setting sun, she lived up to everyone's expectations and said, "I think, given our physical condition, we should stay for three nights in a row."
This time, Qu Yun remained silent for a long, long time.
The room was naturally not booked, and the two returned home that night.
You Ran suggested going to Qu Yun's house to rest, but the homeowner disagreed because the area within a three-kilometer radius of the school was a danger zone.
So, the topic returned to what we were talking about earlier.
"You still say you don't dislike me?" You Ran continued to whine.
"You were the one who said you didn't want people to know we were dating," Qu Yun explained calmly.
"Then why did you agree to this proposal without even objecting? Most other men would strongly oppose such a proposal." You Ran bitterly recounted her boyfriend's heartlessness.
“Other men? Can you give me an example?” Qu Yun’s voice softened again, a prelude to some kind of emotion.
But You Ran's next words completely nipped that emotion in the bud: "Most of the men in TV dramas."
Qu Yun: "...From now on, you're not allowed to watch TV when you come to my house."
"Anyway, you just don't like other people knowing that we're together." You Ran lowered her head, forming a wronged curve.
Qu Yun stopped walking, and You Ran stopped as well.
“Since you don’t like this, let’s just make our relationship public,” Qu Yun suggested.
"Really?" You Ran slowly opened her eyes wide. "You're really willing?"
"To avoid being told by some people that I'm not even as good as the men in TV dramas." Qu Yun held You Ran's hand and looked straight ahead: "Then, let's start going public now."
At first, You Ran was puzzled, but then, when she followed Qu Yun's gaze, she understood—in front of her were You Ran's two best friends from her dormitory.
Just a second before their gazes turned in this direction, You Ran, without any hesitation, used all her strength to shove Qu Yun into the roadside bushes.
Then, she casually ran up to her roommates, reunited with them, and then casually went back to school with them.
The next day, You Ran went to the college to pick up some materials. When she ran into Qu Yun in the office, she noticed a bruise on his handsome forehead.
"Hey, Teacher Qu, what's wrong?" a teacher next to her asked.
Qu Yun glanced at You Ran lightly, then said in a light tone, "I tripped over a cat and bumped into a rock."
"Really? Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine... but the cat is."
What's wrong with that cat?
At this point, a sharp smirk appeared on Qu Yun's lips: "That cat will be skinned and deboned by me, and will die without a burial place."
After he finished speaking, a cold airflow from Siberia began to waft through the entire office.
As for You Ran, her jaw was chattering and her bones were creaking.
After that day, You Ran decided to avoid Qu Yun for a few days, for a simple reason—she didn't want to become a cat that had been skinned alive.
This semester marks her junior year. Since You Ran has no intention of taking the postgraduate entrance exam, this junior year should be a good time for her to continue eating, drinking, and having fun.
But that's not the case.
When You Ran first entered the school, she joined the school's drama club out of boredom, but her enthusiasm quickly faded, and she never participated in the club's activities again.
But when the new semester started that year, the veterans of the drama club all entered their senior year and began looking for jobs, so they had to hand over the position of president of the drama club.
According to the unwritten rule, only third-year students can take on this important task.
There were five juniors in total. One of them dropped out of school because he was too obsessed with drama and is now a regular at the psychiatric ward. Another one was politically conscious and busy attending party school training, eager to shine and have no time to participate in such meaningless activities. The other two fell in love because of drama, became enemies because of their love, and vowed never to join the drama club again because of their falling out.
Because of all of the above, You Ran became the only person to become the president of the drama club.
Normally, a lazy person like You Ran wouldn't get involved in these things, but the college decided that any club leader would get two extra points in the end-of-semester scholarship evaluation in order to encourage students to participate more in club activities and enrich their extracurricular life.
As one might expect, You Ran, who was extremely frugal, would not give up those two cents, which meant that she agreed.
When the former president of the drama club handed the key to the event venue to You Ran, the look of grievance and helplessness in his eyes made You Ran feel very uncomfortable, as if he were handing over a pure and innocent young woman to her to defile.
That is indeed the case.
No matter how reluctant I am, I still have to pay.
This semester, You Ran has gained another title besides being Qu Yun's girlfriend—President of the Drama Club.
Those two points were indeed hard to get, You Ran came to that conclusion the very next day.
The Indian summer heat has finally arrived; the sun feels like chili peppers smeared on your arms, burning hot.
But in this kind of weather, You Ran has to sit under the blazing sun at noon.
New students enroll with boundless enthusiasm and boundless passion—what a great source of free labor and a cash cow! So every community is doing its utmost to recruit as many new students as possible.
So for the past week, every club has set up tables on the playground, waiting for the fish to take the bait.
As soon as someone who looks like a freshman comes over, they rush up to them with enthusiasm even hotter than the autumn heat, saying, "Hey classmate, join our XX club! Let us add some color to your life!"
The sheer scale of it made it seem like you'd stumbled into the headquarters of an Amway pyramid scheme.
This kind of work is very physically demanding, so members of each club take turns working on it.
You Ran thought that such a small matter was none of her business as the club president, but she was wrong. Not only was she assigned to a shift, but she was also assigned to work at noon.
It was so dark, so incredibly dark.
You Ran lay sprawled on the table, listlessly fanning herself with the fan provided by the motion belt.
But the table and the wind felt like they'd been boiled, scalding hot.
You Ran couldn't hold back any longer and yelled, "Why did you have to send me out on a date?!"
The junior employee next to him was speechless: "Boss, those who go out are prostitutes."
You Ran: "Oh, then we're just hostesses."
Little Shrimp: "..."
To avoid vomiting blood, Xiao Xiami automatically went to buy ice cream, while You Ran rested her head on the table and closed her eyes to relax.
Just as I was dozing off, someone suddenly slammed their hand on the table.
Looking up casually, I saw a young man.
To be honest, he's good-looking, with regular and handsome features. He's athletic, wearing a basketball uniform, and has a healthy tan. His eyebrows are very dark and thick, like a stubborn bird trying to break free from its constraints.
"I'm here to register," the boy said.
Looking up at the seemingly vibrant freshman, You Ran murmured, "Are you Shin-chan?"
“My surname is Long.” Long Xiang frowned.
"No, you are Shin-chan." You Ran was very certain.
"Which Shin-chan?" Long Xiang asked impatiently.
“Crayon Shin-chan,” he said calmly.
Long Xiang: "..."
After vomiting three liters of blood, Long Xiang took a deep breath and then repeated his purpose: "I'm here to register."
"Okay, let's fill out the form first." You Ran handed Long Xiang a form, then, unable to resist her drowsiness, continued to lie down and rest.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, Long Xiang slapped her awake: "Get up, I've finished filling it out!"
His attitude was arrogant and his tone was impatient.
"I'm the president of the drama club." You Ran took out her title, hoping that this handsome adult version of Shin-chan would be more polite to her.
But it didn't have much effect.
Because Shin-chan raised his thick eyebrows and said in his usual impatient tone, "I don't care who you are! You're crazy, you fangirl!"
In fact, You Ran was often scolded by Qu Yun for having mental problems, but that was when her own boyfriend scolded her, and You Ran felt completely unharmed.
But now, to be scolded by a mere child, You Ran felt incredibly ashamed.
So, You Ran said the following: "Xiao Xin, we won't let you join the drama club."
"Why?" Long Xiang's eyebrows rose again, and a dark red fire appeared in his black pupils.
“Because,” You Ran said slowly, looking at Long Xiang’s eye-catching eyebrows, “because our drama club already has an actor like Roaring Horse.”
It took Long Xiang three seconds to realize the meaning of You Ran's words, and after realizing it, he successfully and completely transformed into a roaring horse.
"You stinking woman!!!" Long Xiang's originally beautiful nostrils instantly became rounded, and at one moment they could even fit two steel balls.
Then, he gripped the edge of the table with both hands and effortlessly flipped it over in a leisurely direction.
Unable to dodge in time, You Ran fell to the ground, landing on her bottom.
Then, Long Xiang placed the registration form on the table, turned around, and left.
But after walking a few steps, a leisurely voice came from behind: "Wait."
Long Xiang turned around and saw You Ran, who had just stood up from the ground, holding her registration form in her hand.
"What do you want to do?" Long Xiang's eyebrows seemed to fly up again.
You Ran didn't say anything, but gently, gently, gently tore the registration form apart.
As a result, Long Xiang's eyebrows flew completely off the charts.
The next moment, he channeled his inner Usain Bolt and charged towards You Ran.
The intense killing intent was so palpable that even the little shrimp buying ice cream at the school supermarket could sense it.
At that time, people from other groups around saw that Long Xiang's body seemed to be surrounded by a ball of light, gathering powerful energy, and wherever he went, countless pieces of stone flew and cracked.
Of course, adhering to the principle of not boosting the morale of others while diminishing one's own, You Ran's description of Long Xiang at this moment should be: a dung beetle pushing a clump of dung towards him.
Whether it was a shockwave or a dung beetle, Long Xiang eventually arrived in front of You Ran.