Time quickly passed, and it was soon noon.
Since Shen Yue had taken leave to visit family, Gu Luo had originally planned to eat lunch on the rooftop. However, Situ Wenyao and the class sports committee member dragged him to the cafeteria instead.
"Brother-in-law, you’re the worst!"
"Brother-in-law, you’re the worst!"
"......"
Gu Luo listened to their chorus of "you’re the worst" and merely shrugged, long accustomed to their antics.
What he hadn’t expected was that Little Man, that silly girl, would openly announce that they were going to sleep together that night—and even less that Lu Xuexue would spill some of their past sibling escapades.
The incident had caused quite a stir at school.
So much so that Little Man was too embarrassed to show up during the big break.
He’d deal with her properly when they went to bed that night.
"Brother-in-law... you’re a grown man still sleeping with your sister, aren’t you ashamed?" The sports committee member’s face twisted with jealousy, his voice dripping with envy.
He was completely smitten with Gu Ximan’s looks and her lively charm. The mere thought of his goddess sharing a bed with Gu Luo tonight made him seethe with envy.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I can’t even imagine sleeping next to such a pretty sister..." Another guy gritted his teeth.
"......Damn it, Gu Luo, you’re the worst!"
"......"
Listening to their increasingly ridiculous remarks, Gu Luo couldn’t take it anymore. He raised a hand in a "stop" gesture and said irritably,
"Cut the nonsense. It’s just one night of chatting and sleeping, nothing more. It’s not like it happens every day."
The secret that he and Gu Ximan weren’t blood-related had to stay buried.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Throughout all this, Situ Wenyao was the only one who didn’t tease him—though Gu Luo couldn’t figure out why he kept shivering for no reason.
On the way to the cafeteria, Gu Luo became acutely aware of his skyrocketing popularity at school.
Girls flocked to him like iron filings to a magnet, eagerly greeting him.
"Hello, Godly Brother!"
"Godly Brother, I totally ship you and Ximan!"
"Senior Gu, wanna eat with us?"
"Gu the Great!"
"......"
Gu Luo responded to each fangirl with a polite smile and nod. After adjusting to this attention, he could now handle it effortlessly, without a trace of awkwardness.
Since he’d brought his own lunch, he sat down to eat while Situ Wenyao and the others went to queue for food.
Better to start now before those savages tried to steal his food.
"Damn, the group chats weren’t lying—Brother-in-law, your cooking is next-level," the sports committee member said as he returned with his tray, eyes locked on Gu Luo’s lunchbox the moment he sat down.
"Smells amazing," another guy said, sniffing the air as he approached.
"The group chats say Brother-in-law prepares breakfast and lunch for his sisters every day, which is why they’re all hopelessly devoted to him."
"......"
Meanwhile, Situ Wenyao stayed silent, secretly enjoying the moment.
Gu Luo shoveled food into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before asking, puzzled, "What’s going on? You’re all in those so-called fan groups?"
"Of course."
"Absolutely."
"There are already several groups now, covering all kinds of topics. They’re practically the unofficial school forums at this point."
"With so many girls in them, only an idiot wouldn’t join."
"......"
Hearing this, Gu Luo fell into a brief silence.
So... was he the only one who hadn’t joined?
Did this count as being excluded?
Hard to say.
As they ate, the conversation flowed freely.
Then, the sports committee member suddenly asked,
"Alright, who do you think is the prettiest among Brother-in-law’s sisters?"
"Definitely Shu Ning and Shu He—long hair for the win."
"Bullshit, I’m all about Shuling."
"Seriously? Ximan is clearly the prettiest."
"Am I the only one who thinks Xue Luoli is the cutest?"
The more they debated, the more envy burned in their hearts.
—"Damn it, Gu Luo, you’re the worst! Surrounded by so many gorgeous sisters every day."
Gu Luo kept eating, wisely avoiding the question.
Who was the prettiest? Don’t ask—the answer was all of them.
The conversation grew increasingly heated, veering off track like a runaway horse.
Then, out of nowhere, someone muttered—
"I don’t get it."
In a weird accent.
Suddenly, everyone transformed into self-proclaimed emperors of ancient times, holding forth on history and philosophy as if they alone held the keys to the universe.
Next came a debate between Taoists and Buddhists, each side arguing fiercely.
Then, without warning, the topic shifted to global politics, with everyone suddenly an expert on international affairs, dissecting world events with the confidence of seasoned analysts.
They sounded like they’d been personally tutored by their history teacher—the kind who deserved to be shot.
But soon, the discussion took another bizarre turn.
One guy suddenly asked, grinning mischievously, "So, who’s the weirdest flight attendant you’ve ever met?"
"I’ll go first—Jin Xing!"
"Damn... bold move, bro."
"Pfft, that’s nothing. I nominate Sister Yu!"
"Whoa, absolute legend."
"......"
Listening to this, Gu Luo suddenly lost his appetite.
Everyone here was truly a genius in their own way.
Just then, a guy with a buzz cut—who looked like the embodiment of an exam answer—slowly set down his chopsticks.
With the gravity of someone announcing a world-changing discovery, he solemnly said,
"Last semester’s final math exam. The last problem."
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