The Farce Comes to an End

Han Juyou patted Liu Muye's hand with a hint of excitement and said, "Look, they're really fighting now!"

Liu Muye turned his head to see.

What had started as just hair-pulling had escalated into a full-blown physical altercation.

Sun Zihan slapped Zhang Ning, and in a fit of rage, Zhang Ning grabbed Sun Zihan's clothes and yanked.

"Rip—"

Sun Zihan's already skimpy tank top was torn halfway off by Zhang Ning.

Before Liu Muye could even process what he was seeing, his vision suddenly went dark.

Han Juyou had covered his eyes and said, "Not suitable for young eyes."

Liu Muye couldn't help but laugh. "Weren’t you the one who told me to look?"

Han Juyou replied with a jealous tone, "You can look at what’s appropriate, not what’s inappropriate!"

"Well, what if I already saw?" Liu Muye asked.

Han Juyou thought for a moment before answering, "Then I won’t be your best friend anymore."

From behind them, Shangguan Yurou tapped Liu Muye and Han Juyou on the shoulders and said, "Class president, Juyou, shouldn’t we break this up? Everyone’s recording it on their phones. If this keeps going, it’ll cause a scene."

Han Juyou nodded, grabbing her jacket as she stood up. "Yeah, it’s time to end this farce."

She walked over and draped her jacket over Sun Zihan’s torn clothes, while Shangguan Yurou pulled Zhang Ning away from the confrontation.

Liu Muye was about to step in as well, but Instructor Zhao arrived in a hurry—likely because someone had reported the incident to him.

Instructor Zhao stood at the door and shouted angrily, "Sun Zihan, Zhang Ning, come out here right now!"

The two girls immediately deflated at the sight of him, hanging their heads as they shuffled out of the classroom.

"What were you two thinking?"

"What kind of outfits are these?"

"Disgraceful! Absolutely shameful! Do you know where you are? This is a school! And who are you? Students! Look at how you’re dressed—do you even look like students? Don’t think just because you’re in university now, you can do whatever you want…"

Instructor Zhao’s furious scolding echoed down the hallway, loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear clearly.

Han Juyou sat back in her seat, humming cheerfully. Seeing the two girls she disliked get humiliated had put her in an excellent mood.

In her mind, she thought—Anyone who dares steal my man will pay!

The thought startled her, and she quickly covered her mouth, muttering, "Ugh, what am I even thinking?"

Liu Muye glanced at her. "What are you mumbling about?"

"None of your business," Han Juyou huffed, pursing her lips. "Stop looking at me!"

"…"

Women really are fickle creatures, Liu Muye thought to himself. One second, she’s promising to be my best friend, and the next, she’s snapping at me.

Still, he had to admit, Han Juyou’s scheme had worked brilliantly. She’d played the two girls against each other, and in the end, they’d even be grateful to her—especially Sun Zihan, whose clothes had been torn. Just when she was at her most vulnerable, Han Juyou had swooped in with her jacket to save the day.

Thinking of the jacket, Liu Muye turned to look at Han Juyou again.

"W-What are you staring at?" Han Juyou asked, suddenly self-conscious.

For some reason, whenever she met Liu Muye’s gaze, her rationality started slipping away.

The shrewd girl hated this feeling.

Liu Muye asked, "Was the jacket part of your plan too?"

"Pfft!" Han Juyou rolled her eyes. "I just brought it because it was chilly this morning. What, do you think I’m some kind of mastermind who predicted everything?"

"I just thought—"

"You just thought what?" Han Juyou narrowed her eyes, as if she could see right through him. "That I’m some scheming villainess?"

Liu Muye’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly waved his hands. "No way! I’d never think that!"

Han Juyou smirked. "Your eyes give you away."

"Class president, come here for a moment."

Instructor Zhao suddenly called from the doorway.

After reprimanding the two girls, he’d sent them back to their dorms to change.

Liu Muye got up and stepped out into the hallway.

There, Zhao Chang cautiously asked, "Young Master Liu, are you alright? Those girls didn’t hurt you, did they?"

Since Liu Muye becoming class president had pleased Liu Chenghan, the dean of the business school had praised Zhao Chang in the morning meeting and even given him a small bonus.

But before Zhao Chang could even celebrate, he’d received word that two girls had gotten into a fight over Liu Muye.

This had terrified him—if anything happened to Liu Muye under his watch, his career as an instructor would be over.

So, he’d rushed straight from the meeting to the classroom.

Seeing Liu Muye unharmed, he finally relaxed.

Liu Muye waved it off. "I’m fine."

Zhao Chang lowered his voice. "Young Master Liu, don’t worry—I’ve already disciplined them. This won’t happen again. Please don’t be upset."

"Really, it’s fine. It’s not your fault."

Looking at Zhao Chang’s nervous expression, Liu Muye almost laughed. Han Juyou had caused this mess, yet Zhao Chang was the one cleaning it up. Poor guy.

Liu Muye patted him on the shoulder. "Instructor Zhao, you handled this swiftly. You’re a very responsible teacher."

Zhao Chang beamed at the praise. "Ah, Young Master Liu flatters me. When no one’s around, you can just call me Xiao Zhao."

"Alright, Xiao Zhao, you can go now. I should get back to class."

"Of course, I won’t disturb you further."

With that, Instructor Zhao left the building.

When Liu Muye returned to the classroom, Han Juyou asked worriedly, "You didn’t get scolded, did you?"

She had assumed Instructor Zhao had called him out to reprimand him—after all, as class president, he was responsible for maintaining order. If he hadn’t intervened, it made sense for the instructor to be upset.

Seeing her anxious expression, Liu Muye decided to tease her. "Yeah, Instructor Zhao really laid into me."

"Ah! That’s…"

Han Juyou immediately felt guilty. This whole mess was her doing, and now Liu Muye had gotten in trouble because of it. "I’m sorry!"

"Well, at least you have a conscience and know how to apologize," Liu Muye said, leaning closer to her. "But just saying sorry isn’t enough, is it? How are you going to make it up to me?"

"W-What do you want?"

Han Juyou’s eyes widened as Liu Muye’s face suddenly filled her vision, and she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.

Is he going to kiss me?

Here?

We’re in the middle of the classroom!

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