Holy Shit

Upon arriving at the destination and entering the banquet hall, Lin Yu, who had eaten something before leaving, wasn’t in a hurry to grab food. Instead, he politely accompanied Qing Mo as they wandered around.

After a while, Lin Yu was somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, the people here were quite friendly. There were no troublemakers popping up like in movies or TV dramas.

Or was it because Qing Mo’s status was too prestigious, and no one dared to make a scene?

Most likely the latter.

Lin Yu turned his head toward a nearby sofa. When his gaze landed on two individuals, their expressions immediately softened into smiles. Lin Yu silently reached his own conclusion.

Putting aside those messy thoughts, Lin Yu decided to grab some food.

After all, he only had half a year left in this place.

Once he got into university, he’d definitely settle down in the city where his school was located.

He had no property here, no family, and no particularly close friends. There was no reason for him to ever come back.

So, whatever.

Who cared what they thought of him?

He wouldn’t be staying much longer anyway.

Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes from behind, Lin Yu walked toward a table laden with desserts...

The entire evening, Lin Yu focused on eating and drinking his fill.

When the banquet ended, slightly tipsy from the alcohol, Lin Yu declined Qing Mo’s offer to drive him home. Instead, he decided to take a taxi to avoid any drunken mishaps.

The cold winter wind seemed to have a sobering effect.

Walking along the deserted street, Lin Yu felt his mind clearing up.

The longer he walked, the more alert he became.

Hearing the ghostly, persistent footsteps behind him, Lin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, finding it almost amusing.

Couldn’t escape the cliché after all?

Here came the troublemakers.

Not in the mood to drag this out, Lin Yu turned around and faced two burly men wearing black masks and baseball caps. He cut straight to the point:

“You two have been following me for a while.”

“Is there something you want?”

The two seemed unaware they’d been spotted. When Lin Yu called them out, they exchanged a brief, surprised glance.

After a moment, a ruthless glint flashed in their eyes. Without a word, they strode toward Lin Yu with menacing intent.

Seeing their silent, aggressive approach, the smile faded from Lin Yu’s lips.

This seemed a bit more complicated than he’d thought.

These two didn’t just want to rough him up and warn him to stay away from someone.

A biting dog doesn’t bark.

And that saying didn’t just apply to dogs.

The two men closed the distance quickly under the cover of night. Lin Yu stood his ground, unmoving.

When they were less than a meter away, one of them reached out to grab Lin Yu’s shoulder.

The next moment, a brief, sharp cry pierced the winter night.

Looking down at the baseball-capped man writhing on the ground, legs clamped together and hands clutching between them, Lin Yu clicked his tongue in mock sympathy.

Too bad Xia Yueshan wasn’t here.

A rare opportunity to show him what a real "family-ending kick" looked like!

Shifting his attention to the other man, Lin Yu quickly engaged him in a fight.

After a few exchanges, Lin Yu felt significant pressure.

Hard punches, sharp kicks—this guy was a trained fighter.

Blocking a few strikes, Lin Yu’s untrained body ached all over from the impact.

Gritting his teeth, he endured until he spotted an opening. Seizing the moment, he drove a punch straight into a vulnerable pressure point.

One-hit KO.

Lin Yu hissed in pain, rubbing his sore forearm.

Staring at the two men lying in the snow, he didn’t hesitate to call Qing Mo.

These two were definitely not hired by small-time thugs like the Fire Scorpion Gang or Purple Hair.

That left only one possibility.

His role as Qing Mo’s "boyfriend" tonight must have offended some big shot, who then sent these men after him.

This was Qing Mo’s problem to handle.

After all, it was because of her in the first place.

Besides, someone at that level wasn’t someone Lin Yu could afford to provoke.

The call connected quickly. After explaining the situation, Lin Yu ignored the two men still gasping for breath on the ground and strode toward the main road to hail a cab home.

Back at his apartment, he went through his usual routine—undressing, showering, and burrowing under the covers—before lying in bed, idly scrolling through his phone.

Ding~

A notification popped up—a message from Gu Yue.

Model Student: Brother Long, are you free this Sunday?

Model Student: Want to go ice skating?

Model Student: Looking forward to it! (☆▽☆)

Lin Yu paused, recalling Qing Mo’s words in the car earlier.

But he quickly dismissed the ridiculous possibility and, considering his empty schedule, agreed without much thought.

Dragon Proud Sky: Sure.

Model Student: Yay!

After this small interruption, Lin Yu continued scrolling aimlessly.

As time passed, drowsiness crept in. He set his phone aside and closed his eyes, ready to sleep.

But then, Qing Mo’s words in the car condensed into a tiny thought that flashed through his mind.

No words, no voice—just the vague implication lingering.

Gu Yue likes you.

A cold smirk curled on Lin Yu’s lips. That wasn’t just absurd—it was completely unfounded!

Gu Yue liking him?

No way...

...

...

Lin Yu opened his eyes, staring at the fine cracks in the ceiling paint, his brow furrowing slightly.

Wait...

This did seem a little off...

Recalling Gu Yue’s behavior toward him at school, her odd reactions whenever Tang Manman was mentioned, and how she insisted on walking to and from school with him, rain or shine...

No, no!

Lin Yu rubbed his tightly knitted brows, reassuring himself:

“Gu Yue only walks with me because it’s on the way. It’s just a buddy thing—totally normal!”

“No big deal!”

“Don’t overthink it!”

“Don’t overthink it...”

He closed his eyes again, willing himself to sleep.

But once a thought takes root, it’s hard to shake off.

The more Lin Yu tried not to dwell on it, the more memories of Gu Yue surfaced.

Finally, one crucial detail made his eyes snap wide open.

Hold on!

Why did the original owner—White Hair’s—memories show that in two whole years of commuting, he never once ran into Gu Yue?

Oh.

Right.

Lin Yu recalled Gu Yue mentioning before that she was currently staying with relatives, which was why their routes coincided...

Smacking his lips twice, Lin Yu still felt something wasn’t quite right.

After a moment of thought, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to White Hair.

Dragon Overlord: You awake?

White Hair: Yeah, what’s up?

Dragon Overlord: You know anything about Gu Yue’s family situation?

White Hair: Nope.

White Hair: What’s the matter, Dragon Bro?

White Hair: Did she piss you off again?

White Hair: What do you wanna know? I can ask around for you.

Dragon Overlord: Check with her friends—see if she’s been staying at her relatives’ place in Qinghe Community this past semester.

White Hair: Got it.

A short while later, Lin Yu stared at White Hair’s reply, eyes wide, and two words slipped out involuntarily:

“Holy shit!”