Wu Chuntian: "???"
Hearing Lv Rou's words, Wu Chuntian was momentarily stunned.
Then, suspicion crept into her mind.
Would Lv Rou really be this kind?
Just a few days ago, she had gone behind Wu Chuntian’s back to take credit in front of Lin Yu!
She’d even used excuses like "I really deleted it" and "it was an accident" to leak Wu Chuntian’s private video.
Now, hearing Lv Rou suddenly offer peace, it was only natural for doubts to arise.
Once trust between people collapses, rebuilding it isn’t so easy.
Faced with Lv Rou’s sudden "olive branch," Wu Chuntian didn’t let herself get swept away—she remained rational, cautiously "accepting" it.
Her tone softened as she looked at Lv Rou and asked:
"We’ve fought before—why make it so tense this time?"
"You could’ve just come to cheer me up, you jerk!"
Lv Rou, smiling, quickly looped her arm through Wu Chuntian’s:
"Alright, alright. You must be happy about being grouped with Lin Yu, right?"
"You’ve definitely seen the Bilibili video, haven’t you?"
"Who knew someone so low-key in class could be so talented?"
"Guess it’s true—geniuses are always a little unhinged."
Wu Chuntian didn’t resist Lv Rou’s clinginess.
Instead, she cut straight to the point:
"You’re paying so much attention to Lin Yu—don’t tell me you actually want to be the ‘Great Commander’s Wife’?"
Lv Rou, sharp as ever, sidestepped the trap with a clever deflection:
"Any girl would notice a guy like him, right?"
"Even if I wanted to, Lin Yu’s mind isn’t on me."
"Honestly, I think he’s more interested in you."
She didn’t say yes or no—just redirected the question back at Wu Chuntian.
Hearing this, Wu Chuntian immediately stiffened, avoiding Lv Rou’s gaze.
Strange, wasn’t it?
Before, Lin Yu had practically given her PTSD.
But ever since that incident at the security booth, she’d found herself thinking about him from time to time.
Now, with Lv Rou’s words, her mind couldn’t help but wander into romantic territory.
What Lv Rou said wasn’t wrong, after all…
Considering everything—
She and Lv Rou had done plenty together.
Yet, in the end, Lin Yu had only bought things for her, telling her she could "spend freely."
Wasn’t the message behind that… pretty obvious?
And then there were the videos and photos Lin Yu had.
Lv Rou’s were actual romantic scandals and dark history.
Hers? Just a dumb drunken moment where she’d been tricked.
Back then, Wu Chuntian had been completely out of it—she never imagined the video would get out.
The difference between her and Lv Rou was night and day: one was "genuine," the other… well, not.
Was it really so strange if Lin Yu had a thing for her?
She wasn’t exactly lacking in the looks department!
Still, despite Lv Rou’s words stirring something in her, Wu Chuntian kept her guard up.
She didn’t believe Lv Rou was acting purely out of goodwill.
For all she knew, Lv Rou had some hidden agenda.
But for now, keeping things civil wasn’t a bad idea.
Teaming up with Lv Rou meant she wouldn’t be isolated in the group.
If she rejected Lv Rou’s offer, she’d have to scramble for a spot—maybe end up with the leftover girls in her dorm or get tossed into some random boys’ group.
Worst case? She’d just get reassigned anyway.
So, for practical reasons, Wu Chuntian chose to play nice with Lv Rou.
At the front of the classroom—
The usually rowdy "Fiendish Demons Squad" was eerily quiet today.
While the rest of the class mingled and chatted, they stayed out of it.
Even class monitor Shi Yanhai only gave half-hearted replies when questioned, his mind clearly elsewhere.
Normally, he’d drag out announcing the microfilm group assignments until the last minute.
But today, he’d laid everything out without any teasing—completely unlike him.
Couldn’t be helped, though.
After the humiliation they’d suffered yesterday, none of them were in the mood.
And with Lin Yu now the school’s hottest topic, everyone kept bringing him up.
Every time Shi Yanhai interacted with someone, the conversation inevitably circled back to Lin Yu.
Did he want to talk about Lin Yu?
Hell no—he wished the guy’s name would vanish forever.
But life had a way of screwing you over.
Right now, Shi Yanhai deeply understood the phrase scribbled on his middle school yearbook:
Some people—you don’t need to remember them, because you never forget.
Classmate 1: "Monitor, what happened to you guys yesterday? You’re all bruised up—did you get into a fight?"
Gou Feng: "We had a… disagreement with some guys outside. Drunk stuff. Didn’t lose, though."
Shi Yanhai: "…"
Classmate 2: "Hey, Yanhai, did you catch Lin Yu’s act at the con? Dude was insane on stage!"
Gao Yumin: "We were filming our project—didn’t we just say that? Memory issues?"
Shi Yanhai: "…"
Classmate 3: "Monitor, about the microfilm groups… has Lin Yu’s team submitted their roster? Do you know if they need more people?"
Zhao Bin: "If you don’t have Lin Yu’s contact, just @ him in the group chat. Stop bothering Yanhai."
Shi Yanhai: "…"
There was no escaping it.
Playing mute wasn’t an option.
He was the class monitor, after all.
Outside of lectures, he’d always been the most active.
Now, everyone turning to him made sense.
But damn, he really didn’t feel like talking. Just wanted to fade into the background for once.
Then—enter today’s star.
"Whoa!! Golden Wood Lin Yu’s here!"
"Yo! Big Yu’s a legend now—dude’s gone viral!"
"Yu, I’ll bear your children. Sign something for me? I’ll sell it when it’s worth millions."
"He won gold for the school! Let’s give Big Yu and Little Chi a round of applause, yeah?"
"…"
Whenever someone did something noteworthy, the hype train followed.
Most of the cheers came from the guys—no malice, just jokes and admiration.
When someone suggested clapping, the fifty-plus students in class gladly obliged.
At the front, the Fiendish Demons Squad exchanged glances.
If they didn’t clap, it’d look like they had beef with Lin Yu.
Reluctantly, the four gave half-hearted applause, avoiding eye contact.
Shi Yanhai’s heart ached.
Here he was, a decent guy, drowning in bitterness—while Lin Yu got the praise.
Where was the justice in that?
…
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