Four Choose One

Gu Luo didn’t spell things out too clearly.

After all, matters of the heart followed a first-come-first-served principle—he needed to confess his feelings to Shu Ning first.

And then…

Well, that would make him a scumbag.

A total scumbag, really.

But even so, Gu Luo couldn’t bring himself to give up on either Shu Ning or Shu He.

From that peculiar sixth sense and the lingering fear in his heart, he had finally come to terms with his own feelings.

And he was prepared to spend the rest of his life making it up to the two sisters—even if it meant risking a broken leg.

Of course, if he succeeded, he’d keep their three-way relationship under wraps for as long as possible. Only when the truth couldn’t be hidden any longer would he come clean.

And then get his leg broken by his old man.

A bone fracture takes a hundred days to heal—three months on crutches as a cripple.

"Legs, my apologies in advance."

Gu Luo chuckled lightly, patted his thighs, and strode out of the bathroom.

When he returned to the classroom, he saw Situ Wenyao slumped over the P.E. monitor’s seat, twitching slightly, while the P.E. monitor himself sat in Situ’s spot, looking eager for action.

Spotting Gu Luo, the P.E. monitor waved his arm.

"Hurry up, man. You’re not… cough…"

He had been about to tease, "You’re not weak in the kidneys, are you?" but swallowed the words at the last second.

In front of the school goddess, he had to maintain some dignity.

"P.E. monitor, crush that normie!"

"P.E. monitor, crush that normie!"

"TV, crush that normie!"

"TV, crush that normie!"

"......"

Led by the class president, more and more guys joined in the chanting.

Of course, while most of them were envious deep down, they were mostly just here for the spectacle.

To students from ordinary schools, anyone studying at Guangya could already be considered a "normie"—a life winner.

Either they came from wealthy families, had powerful connections, or were just exceptionally talented.

But compared to them, Gu Luo was the ultimate normie, the epitome of success.

"Go, Luo Luo!"

Feng Youqing, representing the girls, refused to be outdone and led the cheering.

The girls quickly followed suit:

"Go, God Gu!"

"Go, God Gu!"

"Go, big bro!"

"Go, God Gu!"

"Go, brother!"

"Go, you jerk Gu Luo!"

"......"

What was supposed to be an ordinary arm-wrestling match had somehow escalated into a battle of the century.

Maybe it was because a weight had been lifted from his heart, but Gu Luo couldn’t help smiling at the scene.

His gaze finally settled on Luo Shuning.

Honestly, he felt incredibly guilty.

But.

Since he was already prepared to risk a broken leg, he couldn’t give up on either sister.

When Shu Ning found out he was two-timing, she’d be heartbroken.

So he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

Luo Shuning noticed Gu Luo’s gaze and offered a faint smile before instinctively looking away.

Shame.

Overwhelming shame.

She had failed her brother and Shu He.

When Gu Luo discovered she was a lying, deceitful girl, he’d be devastated.

So she’d spend the rest of her life making it up to him.

Gu Luo thought Shu Ning seemed a little off but didn’t dwell on it. He took his seat and slowly extended his arm.

The P.E. monitor said nothing, doing the same.

Their hands locked tightly.

"Gu Luo, I’m going all out from the start."

The P.E. monitor gave a fair warning.

His arm muscles were hard-earned, nothing like Situ Wenyao’s amateur build.

And he’d always scoffed at the fan club leader’s claims.

That nonsense about Gu Luo being the real reason they won the tug-of-war, that he was freakishly strong—

What a joke. Tug-of-war was all about stance, body weight, and friction with the ground.

"Got it."

Gu Luo nodded slightly.

But he wasn’t taking it seriously at all.

He was a cheat, after all.

"Go, Luo Luo!"

Feng Youqing, acting as referee, shamelessly cheered for him first before counting down:

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The next second, the P.E. monitor roared as he exerted force, his shoulders sinking violently, his entire upper body shaking.

Veins bulged along his arm like earthworms crawling under his skin, his wrist bones seemingly ready to burst through.

But Gu Luo’s arm remained as immovable as steel welded to the table. No matter how red the P.E. monitor’s face turned, Gu Luo’s wrist didn’t budge an inch.

What the… hell?

Gu Luo’s expression was calm, the second button of his uniform undone, revealing a sliver of pale skin.

He didn’t even flex his arm muscles—just curled his fingers slightly before suddenly clamping down—

The P.E. monitor stared into Gu Luo’s pitch-black eyes, seeing his own stunned reflection, before an overwhelming force crushed his wrist.

He didn’t even have time to react before his arm was slammed onto the desk, his elbow hitting the wood with a dull thud.

The whole thing took three seconds.

Three… three-second man?

The P.E. monitor never thought he’d be a three-second man.

He’d wanted to show off in front of Gu Ximan and Feng Youqing.

But this was not how he imagined it going.

"Damn, that was awesome!"

Feng Youqing was the first to give a thumbs-up.

"God Gu’s so strong—I love it."

One bold, starry-eyed girl blurted out without restraint.

"If you love him, then I love him too."

"Same here."

"Well, if you all love him, I’ll join in."

"......"

The girls chattered away without a hint of embarrassment.

Like the saying "you can’t punish everyone," they all took verbal liberties with Gu Luo—just for fun.

Gu Ximan had been smiling at first, watching that jerk Gu Luo win so effortlessly. But hearing these hussies chime in with "I love him too," her smile vanished instantly.

"Impressive. I admit defeat."

The P.E. monitor rubbed his sore wrist, forcing a bitter smile.

That strength was just unreal.

Like a damn grizzly bear.

Seeing their strongest guy get one-shotted, the guys who’d been here for the laughs didn’t know how to react anymore.

And now they realized—Haji Yao holding out against Gu Luo earlier was actually impressive.

Meanwhile, Situ Wenyao twitched a couple more times.

Blissfully wrecked.

Gu Luo grinned, about to say something modest, when the P.E. monitor suddenly changed the subject with a playful grin:

"Hey, Gu Luo, if four girls came to pick you up, who would you go with?"

He’d noticed all four goddesses were holding umbrellas.

The meaning couldn’t be clearer.

Four options—pick one!

Seizing the opportunity, the guys immediately revived the fun, imitating the classic "Western Guangdong big cousin" accent:

"Big cuz~~~ which lil’ sis you gonna leave with, huh~~~?"

"Yeah, big cuz~~~ got four lil’ sises waitin’ for ya~~~"

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