2014.
In Pingchuan City—a non-first-tier, non-tourist, non-priority development zone—the concept of "morning rush hour" barely existed yet.
Ride-hailing apps had only just begun gaining popularity in cities that year.
The roads were orderly, moving forward without congestion.
Who could’ve imagined?
This small city would, in just over a decade, not only have morning and evening peaks but also see its downtown perpetually gridlocked, barely navigable.
Gazing at the streets outside the car window, Lin Yu found himself lost in thought.
Why rush so fast, people and eras alike...
"Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter!"
"Pitter-patter..."
The drizzle arrived unannounced, drumming against the car windows.
Not a gentle onset—it came down hard from the start.
This timely rain was just the first step in Lin Yu’s "counterattack."
Smiling, he turned to Chi Qingshui and said,
"Hey, Da Chi, look—it’s raining, isn’t it?"
"Was my prediction spot-on or what?"
"Heh, once we meet up with everyone at the cinema, I’ll send her a message."
"Let’s see how she responds!"
"Hey, Da Chi... do you think she’ll keep sending me those shopping pics?"
Chi Qingshui struggled to steady her breathing: "!!!"
This was a disaster.
With Lin Yu right beside her, even if she managed to snap photos after getting out of the car, they’d only capture nearby scenes—hardly convincing.
Might as well not bother!
But if she stopped now, wouldn’t that just confirm Lin Yu’s suspicions...?
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect that she, Chi Qingshui, would be the one to inadvertently convince Lin Yu that his online crush was Lv Rou!
How to solve this puzzle?
So. Damn. Hard.
...
Around 9 a.m.
The exclusive screening of Those Green Years began with students entering first.
Per the organizers’ arrangements,
Pingchuan University’s film students were seated in rows six through ten—
center-section seats, the prime viewing area.
This was rare for internal screenings.
Usually, such spots were reserved for professional critics or VIP guests.
Dedicating them to young students hinted at the film’s thematic focus.
Clearly, the production team valued their audience.
A movie made for the youth? Then their tastes held the most weight.
In the middle of row seven,
two girls clutched their tickets, settling in with giddy excitement.
One—a denim-shorts-wearing, pink-lipped girl with blunt bangs—tugged her friend’s arm, squealing:
"Rou Rou, see that poster of Peng Yuyan? That’s my idol!"
"You’re the best, seriously! Thanks so much for scoring these tickets!"
"Mmm, do you think he’ll make a surprise appearance later?"
The speaker was none other than Wu Chuntian, the "midnight sprinting girl" behind that viral news story!
Also the dorm crush of class monitor Zhao Bin.
The girl holding her hand was Lv Rou, sporting trendy wispy bangs and shoulder-length hair.
A few strands framed her delicate face, accentuating its petite charm.
A black-framed accessory glasses perched atop her head.
Her outfit? Boldly avant-garde for a student.
A white striped bandeau top cinched her waist,
paired with curve-hugging shorts that highlighted her most eye-catching assets.
An oversized unbuttoned shirt draped over it all—ready to slip on or off—
giving off a "borrowed-from-the-boyfriend" vibe.
Even if her looks weren’t extraordinary,
her styling outshone most girls effortlessly.
"Now you know who treats you best in the dorm, huh?"
Lv Rou grinned, swaying playfully.
Wu Chuntian linked arms with her, teasing:
"I know you’ve got my back, but don’t think I’ll go easy on you!"
"Last time we drank, whose idea was that risqué dare, huh?"
"Almost turned me into the college laughingstock! Today’s your turn—no backing out."
"I’m here to enforce the dorm’s collective supervision!"
Lv Rou nonchalantly pulled out a compact, adjusting her hair.
She tweaked the strands by her cheeks to perfection:
"Since when do I welsh on bets? How many drinking games have I ducked?"
"Funny though—just when we couldn’t pick a target last night, the monitor added us to a group chat."
Wu Chuntian poked her arm, smirking:
"Careful. Even nice guys have naughty thoughts."
"Today’s dare: you can’t refuse any of his requests, plus he’s treating you to a fancy meal!"
Lv Rou snapped the mirror shut, correcting:
"With a condition! I said it upfront—no bedroom stuff."
Wu Chuntian fake-gasped, hands wandering:
"Pfft, obviously! Someone like Lin Yu wouldn’t dare ask to ‘do it’ once."
"Seriously, what’s your secret? Who’s been kneading these melons so plump?"
Lv Rou swatted her away, laughing:
"Ugh, get lost, you perv! Who’s been ‘kneaded’?"
"Keep it down—you’ll ruin my reputation!"
Wu Chuntian scrolled through their group chat, pulling up screenshots:
"Rou Rou, what if you miscalculated?"
"Maybe he’s genuinely a decent guy with zero dirty fantasies about you."
"Look how cleanly he rejected you!"
Lv Rou prodded Wu Chuntian’s forehead:
"Do I look like I’m fantasizing about him?"
"This was all your guys’ wild dare!"
"Bunch of repressed college nymphos, I swear."
"You don’t get guys. ‘Da Shuai’ here? Textbook... stealth horndog!"
"During group projects, his eyes kept drifting—my chest, my legs..."
Wu Chuntian made grabby hands:
"With peaks like these, good luck finding a guy who wouldn’t stare!"
Lv Rou: "Ugh, die already!"
...
A row behind, in seat nine,
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui edged toward the middle aisle.
From the moment they entered,
Lin Yu caught every word of Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian’s exchange.
Honestly?
No wonder stereotypes persisted about wild college artsy girls.
Huo Huo’s dorm played way dirtier than expected.
They’d reinvented "Truth or Dare."
Past-life Lin Yu had been way too damn naive!
In their eyes, he was practically a coward—too timid to seize obvious opportunities.
The biggest simp in all of Pingchuan!
At least the Chi sisters didn’t live on campus.
Otherwise,
they might’ve been corrupted too.
...
(First update today. Bonus chapter tonight—keep the support coming!)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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