Gu Luo Wants to Surpass Luo Shuning (Third Update Posted, Gifts Appreciated)

"He scored again! My Gu Luo is so incredibly cool!"

"Ahhh! He's so handsome!"

"That last shot just scored right into my heart!"

"......"

On the sports field, the cheers of the girls surged like tidal waves, one after another, each note pulsating with their fervent heartbeats.

Not just that—the corridors of the teaching building were also packed with girls, their gazes locked onto the agile and dashing figure darting across the field.

During the long break between classes.

The goalkeeper of Class Twelve, having failed yet again to block the shot, slumped onto the grass in exaggerated despair, watching the ball roll to a stop inside the net. His face twisted into an overly dramatic expression of agony.

Clutching his head tightly, his knuckles whitening from the force, he wailed in frustration, "Dammit, is it really impossible to stop him?"

As if trying to shift the blame—pretending the repeated failures were solely due to the opponent's overwhelming skill rather than his own shortcomings.

A classic case of refusing to take responsibility.

But at that moment, no one paid any attention to the 'Oscar-worthy' performance of this 'dramatic king.'

All eyes were fixed on the slightly breathless school heartthrob—Gu Luo—standing not far from the goal.

A few strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to his cheeks, adding to his untamed, roguish charm.

Gu Luo himself felt a little helpless. He had already gone easy on them, but the opposing team's skills were even worse than he'd expected.

"Gu Luo, you're amazing!"

A boy from Class Eight, who had just assisted him in scoring, ran over excitedly, giving him a thumbs-up.

But then, his tone shifted as he grumbled, "But seriously, dude, your reflexes are insane. And you’re ridiculously good-looking on top of that."

"At this point, every girl in school is your fangirl, isn’t she?"

"Listen, Gu Luo, I’m warning you—don’t you dare rank in the top twenty in exams. Otherwise, a certain friend of mine is gonna lose it."

Hearing this, Gu Luo smirked at the boy, who had likely ranked twenty-first in the last exam.

Grades, huh...

Though Caizhou Academy and Guangya Academy were both universities in Caizhou City, the former was public while the latter was private, with entirely different academic systems and exams.

So it made sense that this 'twenty-first placer' didn’t recognize his name.

Back at Caizhou Academy, Gu Luo had never fallen from the throne of first place.

Now, he wondered where he’d rank at Guangya.

Maybe he could even dethrone Luo Shuning from the top spot.

Indeed, in the freshman year-end rankings, Luo Shuning held a firm first place, Luo Shuhe was sixth, and Luo Shuling barely clung to tenth.

Lost in his thoughts, Gu Luo was snapped back to reality by the sharp blow of Teacher Liu’s whistle.

"Friendship first, competition second!" Teacher Liu announced loudly.

"Match over. Class Eight wins."

The Class Twelve P.E. teacher had wanted to organize a couple more matches to salvage some pride, but the boys from Class Twelve collectively refused.

If it had been during class, maybe. But this was the long break—the entire school’s female population was watching.

No one wanted to be reduced to mere background characters.

Besides, it wasn’t like they were the ones being humiliated anyway...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field.

"Bro Situ! You okay?!"

"Emergency! Someone help!"

"Bro Situ, snap out of it! Don’t die on us!"

"......"

Situ Wenyao lay sprawled on the ground, his expression dazed, eyelids twitching uncontrollably as he mumbled deliriously:

"Bliss... pure bliss!"

"Hahaha, ecstasy!"

"I... can die without regrets..."

His voice dripped with satisfaction and rapture, as if lost in an indescribable euphoria.

The other boys, all natural-born jokesters, played along with exaggerated performances—some even squeezing out a few fake tears.

The fake 'class darling' of Class Eight, sophomore year—Gu Luo.

The real 'class darling' of Class Eight, sophomore year—Situ Wenyao.

......

A tall tree catches the wind.

While Gu Luo enjoyed immense popularity among the girls, his reputation in certain male circles was... less than stellar.

Two boys from Class One, sophomore year, were returning from the restroom, chatting idly as they headed back to class.

Passing through the corridor, they glanced at the excited girls cheering and scoffed in disdain.

One of them curled his lip and sighed,

"Ugh, girls are so shallow. Total simps for looks."

"Tell me about it. You’d think Gu Luo was some big-shot celebrity. So pretentious—deliberately playing soccer during the long break just to show off."

"Well, at least our Luo Shuning would never be as superficial as these basic girls."

"Exactly."

Just as they were about to enter the classroom through the back door, they spotted a familiar figure amid the crowd—cheering just as enthusiastically as the others.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than their class’s academic committee head and the dream girl of every guy in Class One—Luo Shuning.

Her face was radiant with a smile, her eyes sparkling with joy, her happiness no less vibrant than any other girl's.

At the sight of this, the two young men froze, their expressions instantly shifting into something utterly bewildered.

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