I thought I’d see myself on Tieba, but instead I ended up on the school’s confession wall?
This is truly a tragic turn of events.
Chen Dong sent him several more screenshots from the school’s confession wall, all posts about him and Chen Dong.
Image 1:
"Wall, please help me find the two seniors who were eating watermelon and drinking cola next to Class 6, Grade 1 today. They’re so charming."
Total fishing-type pretty boys!
"Anonymous, thanks!"
Image 2:
"Risking my life to snap this! These two seniors’ side profiles are so handsome!"
"Don’t ask how I managed to bring my phone and take this—just call me a war correspondent."
"Not anonymous. Wall, please help me find them! If anyone knows these two seniors, let me know!"
(Attached images)
Image 3:
"This turned me, a rational girl who’s been betrayed three times, into a love-struck fool. I saw him on the honor wall—his name is Shen Nian, top scorer in math at school, from Class 11, Grade 3. Please share his QQ."
"Seriously, this kind of cheeky senior is such a plus!"
Shen Nian: ......?
So instead of seeing myself on Tieba, I got posted on the school’s confession wall.
What you’re saying is,
While you were all getting roasted under the scorching sun like African sisters, I was happily munching on watermelon and sipping cola, and instead of resenting me, you posted about me on the confession wall to get my QQ?
Wait, is this year’s freshman class... full of masochists?
Shen Nian silently closed his phone and took a bite of the cured sausage from his clay pot rice. The greasy, salty flavor exploded in his mouth, and so did his brain.
Got it!
They’re trying to trick me into giving out my QQ so they can dox and retaliate against me, huh?
Fishing for me, are they?
This year’s freshmen are downright malicious. Terrifying!
Shen Nian smirked. Us fire enthusiasts won’t be hooked like gaped-mouth fish. You’re outmatched, sisters. Amateurs.
Beside him, Xia Yanchun glanced at Shen Nian, wondering what nonsense he was spouting now.
"What are you grinning about?"
"I got posted on the confession wall."
"Really?" Xia Yanchun squinted, half-doubting.
She didn’t like the vibe of the school’s confession wall—it was too cluttered. Once you added it, your friends’ updates would barely show up.
"100% real. I’ll forward it to you." Shen Nian nodded and sent the three screenshots in one go.
Xia Yanchun scrolled through them, her expression growing increasingly weird.
Girls, have some dignity! Don’t just throw yourselves at high-tier character models. There are way hotter guys in college!
Objectively speaking, Shen Nian's character model was indeed top-tier—even she, his sworn rival, couldn't deny that.
She’d grown up watching him and was sick of his face, so she felt nothing, but that didn’t mean other girls wouldn’t.
Still, even if he’s good-looking, is this really necessary...? Xia Yanchun facepalmed, at a loss for words.
"So, what’s your plan? Adding those girls on QQ?"
"Nah. They’re not paying me."
"Money-grubber."
"You want me to add them?"
Xia Yanchun shook her head. "That’s your business. Doesn’t concern me. I’m not getting involved."
"Then why’d you even bring it up?" Shen Nian went back to devouring his food.
......
Boys’ dormitory.
A certain dark-skinned jock squatted in the bathroom, secretly scrolling through the school’s confession wall on his phone, his brows furrowed.
Wait, how did Shen Nian and Chen Dong end up getting confessed to? And with so many posts trying to find them?
Chen Dong was whatever—only one or two posts mentioned him. But why was Shen Nian getting so much attention?
Just because he’s a little paler, a little sunnier, a little taller, a little handsomer, and a little better at academics?
Do you even have abs to deserve being on the confession wall?
His eyes locked onto the line: "Seriously, this kind of cheeky senior is such a plus!"
Alright, got it!
During his nap, Huang Chen couldn’t suppress his grin. As soon as the afternoon bell rang, he rushed out to buy a cola.
He couldn’t get watermelon, but cola would do. After all, a white-socked jock was the ultimate high school fantasy.
So, under the blazing afternoon sun, during the first break, a jock in short shorts appeared on the sports field.
Sensing the mixed gazes around him, Huang Chen casually took a sip of his drink, showcasing his razor-sharp jawline. A drop of cola trickled down his chin, and he exhaled dramatically.
The female drill instructor who witnessed this felt physically ill and immediately relocated her military training squad to a shadier spot.
Disgusting!
They’d already had two of these clowns in the morning. At least those two were easy on the eyes, even if they were punchable. But this one? Straight-up soy sauce (basic and bland).
When the class bell rang, Huang Chen happily returned to the classroom, unable to stop smirking the whole period.
After school, he skipped dinner and bolted back to the dorm, locking himself in the bathroom to furiously refresh the confession wall.
Finally, he found himself—on Tieba.
Huang Chen slammed his phone in frustration. This is bullshit.
"Huang Chen, what the hell are you doing? You’ve been hogging the bathroom forever. If you’re gonna play on your phone, do it outside—other people need to pee!" a roommate yelled.
"Got it!" Huang Chen cursed internally, then noticed a new friend request on QQ.
He checked the profile picture and grinned—it was a loli!
A freshman girl? Nice. If he couldn’t chase Lin Xiyuan, a junior would do.
Huang Chen instantly accepted, his smile stretching ear to ear.
[Big Shot Huang]: "Hey, is that you in the pfp? Who’s this?"
Two minutes later, a reply came.
[No Perilla for Me]: "You’re so cringe. Can you not show up near our class tomorrow?"
[Big Shot Huang]: "?" (Red exclamation mark)
The exclamation mark wasn’t the only thing red—so was his round nose.
"Who the hell gave out my QQ?!"
"Huh? Oh, someone posted your pic on the confession wall asking for your QQ, so I shared it. What’s the big deal?" his roommate said.
"Ahem... never mind."
This wasn’t something to make a fuss about.
He’d been baited—and if word got out, he’d never live it down!
Meanwhile, in the classroom.
Shen Nian sat at his desk, deep in thought, alternately rubbing his head and chin.
Something’s off. Like, 114514 levels of off.
[Side Quest: Aim for Fishing Mastery! (Completed)
Reward: 1,000 gold coins. Survival Skill: Fishing Expertise.]
Out of nowhere, his system panel had popped up, declaring the quest complete and rewards distributed.
He didn’t get it. At all. He hadn’t done anything.
Was it because he’d been posted on the confession wall and "fished" by the freshmen?
...Surely not by a junior guy?
Not that he was narcissistic, but given the system’s track record, this was the only explanation.
Probably even posting a fishing thread online would count as "fishing" to this system.
Livestream audiences as bait, internet trolling as fishing—as long as someone bites, it counts.
Ah, systems.
If only there were a mental hospital for sentient ones.
Even if he didn’t understand how the quest was completed, finishing it was still a win—1,000 bucks and fishing skills, free of charge.
But then again...
Where was this so-called "fishing expertise"? He didn’t feel any different.
Even if there were a great river before him and a top-tier fishing rod in hand, Shen Nian would still cast his line haphazardly—his mind utterly devoid of any knowledge about fishing.
He might master fishing one day, but mastering it right now seemed downright impossible.
The classroom was nearly empty, with most students having returned to their dorms to queue for showers. Only a few remained at their desks.
Seizing the moment, Shen Nian leaned his elbow onto Xia Yanchun’s stack of books, tapped her desk with his fingertips, and blew a teasing puff of air toward the sweet-faced beauty.
Her bangs fluttered slightly, tickling her forehead. Xia Yanchun scowled in irritation. "What now? Don’t you feel any shame harassing girls every single day?"
"You? A girl? Where’s the femininity in you to even qualify?"
Not cool!
He’d originally meant to ask if Xia Yanchun was free to go fishing over the weekend, but within three seconds of conversation, he’d somehow slipped back into their usual bickering.
Ah, well—such was life with a sworn rival.
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