Video Call from Shen Yue

Time quickly arrived at the morning break.

The campus instantly came alive with noise and excitement. The hallways were filled with the cheerful laughter of students, while the playground downstairs buzzed with even more energy.

Gu Luo didn’t join the class monitor or the P.E. leader for exercise. Instead, he stayed seated, lost in thought—Shu Ning’s mood had clearly been off during breakfast, likely because something had stirred up memories she’d rather not revisit.

At the moment, the only ones left at their group’s table were him and Feng Youqing, who was resting her chin on her hand, staring at him.

As for Situ Wenyao, the rising star of Guangya (and a well-known "Guangya gay"), he was leisurely strolling around, basking in the attention. The sheer confidence radiating from him was nothing short of dazzling.

"...Is there something on my face?"

Gu Luo finally looked up, meeting Feng Youqing’s gaze.

Feng Youqing shook her head lightly. "Nope."

"Then why are you staring at me...?"

"I like looking at handsome guys."

"......"

Well, damn.

Gu Luo was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond.

Guess that’s what you’d expect from Haki Yao’s girlfriend.

"Luo Luo..."

Just then, Feng Youqing straightened slightly, hesitating as if she wanted to say something.

She really wanted to talk to Gu Luo about him and Shu Ning.

Though they weren’t related by blood, their relationship was… complicated.

Even if they did end up together, they’d have to be careful and keep things low-key.

But the words stuck in her throat—after all, this was their private matter.

"What’s—"

Before Gu Luo could finish, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

It was a video call from Shen Yue.

Huh?

Shouldn’t Shen Yue be asleep at this hour?

Puzzled, Gu Luo instinctively answered the call.

But instead of Shen Yue, what greeted him was a golden-haired, blue-eyed foreign beauty in a white nightgown.

Her face was exquisitely delicate, like a goddess stepping out of a medieval oil painting. Her eyes were the color of glacial meltwater, shimmering with an almost ethereal light. Her cascading golden hair resembled liquid gold bathed in moonlight, and her high, straight nose had a slight upturn at the tip, giving her a playful charm.

The girl waved, blinking as if a thousand emeralds had awakened in her irises, dazzlingly radiant.

Even though Gu Luo lived with four stunningly beautiful sisters, he still found himself momentarily breathless at the sight before him.

What’s more, there was something oddly familiar about her face.

"Hi! You’re just as gorgeous as Yue said!" The foreign girl chirped, her voice crisp and melodious. "Hello, Luo! My Chinese name is Li Qingtong—I picked it from a web novel. You can call me Qingtong or Danica."

"Uh… hi."

Gu Luo wasn’t particularly surprised that this foreign girl spoke flawless Mandarin. After all, China was now the world’s leading superpower, dominating in economics, technology, culture, and military strength.

Naturally, Mandarin had become the most sought-after language globally.

This Western beauty was probably Shen Yue’s friend.

Thinking that, he asked, "Where’s Shen Yue?"

"Yue’s playing ostrich right now," Danica said, about to turn the camera toward Shen Yue when a hand blocked the view.

"You two talk… just go ahead without me."

Shen Yue’s voice came from off-screen.

After a brief blackout, Danica’s signature golden hair and blue eyes reappeared.

"Luo, Yue’s shy. Let’s chat."

"Luo Luo, who are you talking to? The accent’s a bit unusual, but it sounds nice."

Feng Youqing, now curious, scooted closer to Gu Luo—only to freeze the moment she saw Danica on the screen.

She even rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Hi! You can call me Qingtong or Danica," Danica greeted Feng Youqing with a sweet smile, waving like an adorable, lively sprite.

"Holy sht?!"

Hearing the name, Feng Youqing—who usually scolded Situ Wenyao for cursing—blurted out an expletive for the first time ever.

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