Dog Bites Dog

Sun Zihan sashayed into the classroom with a catwalk strut, wearing a skimpy low-cut camisole so short it barely covered her belly button, paired with an equally short skirt that would expose her with the slightest breeze. Her over-the-knee stockings and red high heels completed the look—hardly resembling a student, she might as well have been mistaken for a woman of the night.

Following close behind, Zhang Ning was dressed in a similar fashion: another low-cut camisole and shorts so short they barely qualified as clothing, with stockings and high heels, of course. Unfortunately, Zhang Ning’s figure… wasn’t quite up to the task of pulling off the outfit.

“Holy crap!” Liu Muye glanced at them, then turned to Han Juyou with wide-eyed disbelief. “Did your roommates just walk out in their underwear?”

“Pfft—hahaha!” Han Juyou burst into laughter, shaking her head. “No idea. Maybe they’re trying to get attention. Just don’t look, okay?”

“Why not?”

Covering her mouth to stifle her giggles, Han Juyou replied, “Because staring at trash might give you an eye infection.”

“……”

Hearing her words, Liu Muye’s gaze involuntarily drifted toward Han Juyou’s chest.

“Where are you looking?!” She quickly covered herself with one hand while poking his forehead with the other, feigning indignation. “Are you some kind of pervert?”

As they bantered, Sun Zihan and Zhang Ning had already made their way to Liu Muye’s desk.

Sun Zihan leaned down, resting her chin on one hand while propping herself against the desk. “Class monitor, class monitor, I added you last night. Why haven’t you accepted my friend request yet?”

She bent forward, completely oblivious to the fact that she was exposing herself, her eyes fixed on Liu Muye.

Liu Muye’s jaw dropped—having been single his entire life, he’d never witnessed such a bold display.

Watching from the side, Han Juyou suddenly felt a pang of irritation. She had originally hoped to see these two girls embarrass themselves, but instead, Liu Muye was getting an eyeful. If she could do it over, she would’ve come up with a different prank last night to teach these gold-diggers a lesson. She hadn’t thought this through.

Now, with Liu Muye gawking at them, she couldn’t exactly intervene directly. In a moment of frustration, she discreetly pinched his thigh under the desk.

“Ow—!”

Liu Muye immediately lowered his head.

It wasn’t that he’d suddenly lost interest—it was just that Han Juyou had pinched him so hard he had no choice but to wince in pain.

After rubbing his sore thigh, he shot her a glance.

Han Juyou wore an innocent smile, as if nothing had happened, but her eyes burned with jealousy and murderous intent—though she probably didn’t even realize she was feeling possessive.

Meanwhile, Nangong Ye, sitting behind Liu Muye, was equally stunned. From his angle, he could see the same “scenery” Liu Muye was enjoying. But with Shangguan Yurou seated beside him, he had to prove his gentlemanly restraint. To avoid any misunderstandings, he promptly lowered his head.

Shangguan Yurou glanced at the two provocatively dressed girls, then at Nangong Ye, who seemed completely indifferent. A pang of sadness struck her.

She thought to herself, He really has no interest in women… I guess I never stood a chance.

Nangong Ye, sneaking a peek at Shangguan Yurou, noticed her staring. Smugly, he mused, Woman, my unshakable composure must have you impressed. Go on, fall for me. Hmph~ (smirks like a domineering CEO).

Seeing Sun Zihan shamelessly flaunting herself, Zhang Ning rushed over, nudging her aside with her elbow before bending down toward Liu Muye. “Class monitor, I wanted to ask you something last night. Why didn’t you accept my friend request?”

“Zhang Ning, are you serious?!” Sun Zihan, shoved aside, dropped her act, glaring at her rival. “What the hell are you doing?”

Zhang Ning crossed her arms defiantly. “What does it look like? I’m just talking to the class monitor. What’s your problem?”

Sun Zihan snapped, “You know I’m pursuing him. Why are you butting in? What’s your game?”

“Oh, so you’re the only one allowed to chase him?” Zhang Ning sneered. “It’s fair competition. If you can’t handle it, don’t whine about it.”

“You two-faced btch, what did you just say?”

Sun Zihan lunged at her, and Zhang Ning retaliated without hesitation. The two began clawing at each other, hurling insults.

“You’re the one dressed like a cheap hooker trying to seduce guys, and you dare call me out? Who do you think you are?”

By now, class was about to start, and most students had arrived. Everyone watched as the two girls brawled and shrieked in the aisle.

Witnessing the chaos, Liu Muye’s first instinct was to ask Han Juyou, “Should we call Instructor Zhao?”

“No way!” Han Juyou pressed her lips together, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Isn’t it more fun to watch dogs tear into each other?”

"Uh..." Liu Muye finally realized something and said, "So, them coming to harass me dressed like this was also part of your plan?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Han Juyou, who had been smirking deviously just a second ago, instantly widened her eyes with an innocent expression. "I don’t know anything! Don’t go accusing me."

"No, you—"

Liu Muye was momentarily at a loss for words.

Watching Han Juyou’s masterful acting and meticulous scheming, Liu Muye finally understood that despite having written novels his whole life, he was like an amateur author next to this cunning femme fatale.

No wonder the entertainment industry is in decline—all the good actors are at Silia Academy!

Han Juyou raised a finger to her lips in a "shush" gesture and said, "Don’t rush. It’s not over yet."

Then, raising her voice, she "mediated" the fight: "Hey, Sun Zihan, Zhang Ning, stop arguing! The class monitor will feel guilty seeing you two fight over him in class. If you keep this up, he won’t know who to choose."

The moment Han Juyou finished speaking, the two girls, disheveled, rushed up to Liu Muye and blurted out in unison: "Class monitor, do you like me or her?"

"Huh? No, I—what?"

Things were moving too fast, and Liu Muye hadn’t even had time to process it.

"See? The class monitor is feeling guilty," Han Juyou pointed at the flustered Liu Muye and said to the two girls. "Stop fighting. From what I know, the class monitor has never been in a relationship. A devoted guy like him definitely can’t stand seeing you two argue over him, right, class monitor?"

Shangguan Yurou, the vice class monitor, also stood up and tried to mediate. "She’s right. Han Juyou makes a good point. You’re roommates—there’s no need to fight."

Little did Shangguan Yurou know, this was all part of Han Juyou’s carefully laid trap.

Liu Muye, red-faced, glared awkwardly at Han Juyou. "I—you—seriously, why did you have to expose that I’ve never dated?"

"See? Even someone as devoted as the class monitor hasn’t been in a relationship yet. Why not compete fairly instead of arguing?" Han Juyou’s words seemed to carry a magical effect, instantly fueling their competitive spirits.

Between the lines, Han Juyou had conveyed three key points: handsome, wealthy, emotionally devoted, and never been in a relationship.

With Liu Muye admitting his lack of dating experience and Han Juyou fanning the flames, the two emotionally charged girls were in no state to think rationally.

Fair competition?

Not a chance.

Sun Zihan struck first, yanking Zhang Ning’s hair and snapping, "Give up, you fake innocent! The class monitor would never like someone with a child’s body!"

Zhang Ning grabbed Sun Zihan’s hair in return. "You brainless cow! You think just because he doesn’t like me, he’d ever pick you? Your face is disgusting without makeup!"

"..."

Liu Muye stared blankly at the two girls, who had turned on each other after just a few words from Han Juyou, and shuddered inwardly—her divide-and-conquer tactics were terrifyingly effective!

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