Upon hearing this, Li Qingxue froze for a moment before fixing Hu Yuying with a serious gaze. "What did you say? You two aren’t...?"
Hu Yuying knew exactly what Li Qingxue was implying and sighed awkwardly. "We really aren’t. Why do you think that too?"
Li Qingxue’s stunned expression wasn’t feigned—she was genuinely shocked.
After all, she had personally witnessed just how well Long Aotian treated Hu Yuying...
Noticing Li Qingxue’s disbelief, Hu Yuying couldn’t help but laugh, though a hint of melancholy soon crept in.
She didn’t know what Long Aotian was thinking, but she understood her own heart perfectly.
Li Qingxue shook her head slightly, watching Hu Yuying’s subdued expression, and felt an odd, fleeting flicker of secret delight.
It was like... an indescribable sensation...
"Let’s just head to campus first," Li Qingxue suggested. Since she and Yuying attended the same university, there’d be plenty of time to figure things out later.
"Mhm." Hu Yuying took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and nodded.
---
At the entrance of University A.
The arrival of Li Qingxue and Hu Yuying naturally drew plenty of attention.
College life was a paradox—relaxed yet intense. But whether in high school or university, gossip about campus heartthrobs never lost its appeal.
And when it came to Li Qingxue and Hu Yuying, their looks alone, regardless of personality, easily earned them the title of "goddesses."
As they reached the orientation area, a swarm of upperclassmen eagerly approached them.
Hu Yuying had grown bolder since the past—no longer shrinking under stares—but she still avoided initiating conversations with guys.
Aside from Long Aotian, she’d been burned too many times: reject their confessions, and they’d turn on her. Better to just keep her distance from the start.
Li Qingxue, however, confidently took Hu Yuying’s hand and smiled politely at the eager upperclassmen. "No need, seniors. I already know where the registration and enrollment offices are."
Having arrived earlier, she’d been through this before. She wasn’t immune to their tactics, but she also knew how to decline gracefully.
Afterward, she led Hu Yuying straight to registration.
Once all the paperwork was settled, the two headed toward the dormitories.
University A looked massive in photos, but walking through it in person still left them gawking at every turn.
It took forever to reach their dorms.
Li Qingxue’s dorm was in Building 6, while Hu Yuying’s was in Building 12—facing each other across a glass-covered skywalk.
"I’ve already unpacked, so go ahead and settle in. Let’s meet here afterward and explore together," Li Qingxue said cheerfully.
"Okay." Hu Yuying was eager to get settled too—so she could hurry off and find Long Aotian.
---
Since it was the last day of registration, Hu Yuying could hear lively chatter from inside her dorm before even opening the door.
She took a deep breath, replaying Long Aotian’s advice in her mind.
Then she pushed the door open, offering a soft smile. "Hi, I’m Hu Yuying."
---
Meanwhile, in another dorm...
"Dude, did you get into University T on a sports scholarship?" One of Long Aotian’s roommates blurted out, eyeing his muscular frame.
"Oh, right—I’m Xu Shuai, from Xishan."
Xu Shuai had dark skin, slightly thick lips, and the easygoing charm of a natural extrovert.
"Long Aotian, from Haibei," he replied with a grin.
"Whoa, what a coincidence! I’m Li Longlong—both our names have ‘Long’ in them! I’m from Nanhe," chimed in another roommate, a lanky guy whose thinness made his smile crinkle with extra folds.
Ahem. The last roommate cleared his throat dramatically, waiting until all eyes were on him before standing up with practiced confidence.
"Huang Fei, from Qianzhen." He adjusted his designer T-shirt as he spoke.
It was a bit showy, but not in an obnoxious way—his willingness to stand and introduce himself properly made that clear.
Long Aotian wasn’t the silent type either, and within minutes, he’d blended seamlessly into the group.
Once they’d unpacked, the four gathered to chat.
At first, everyone was on their best behavior, still feeling each other out.
But the conversation quickly swelled with lofty ambitions—grand, sweeping dreams that made University A seem beneath them. They should’ve been on the national stage already, changing the world.
So when did the tone shift?
Probably when someone offhandedly remarked, "Those senior girls welcoming the freshmen today were something else—especially their figures."
And just like that, the discussion took a nosedive into uncharted territory.
Mid-laugh, Huang Fei suddenly let out a sigh.
A sudden sigh drew everyone’s attention toward him.
Xu Shuai asked, “What’s up with the sighing?”
Huang Fei suddenly chuckled. “Nothing, just suddenly feeling nostalgic about the girlfriend—well, girlfriends—I had back in high school.” He deliberately emphasized the plural.
“Back then, I was the type to ‘flit through a garden of flowers without a single petal sticking.’ Honestly, it wasn’t all that. It’s like sleeping on a pile of cash every night—sooner or later, you’d get sick of it. Truth be told, being single now is way better.”
He sighed again, then seemed to remember something and added, “What about you guys? Don’t tell me none of you have ever been in a relationship?”
Xu Shuai immediately waved his hand dismissively. “As if! Don’t let my looks fool you—you might not believe me if I told you.”
His expression turned unusually solemn as he continued, “I actually had someone chasing after me back then. But, as you just heard about my dream, I didn’t hesitate for a second—I broke it off right away. No woman’s gonna slow down my backhand swing!”
Hearing this, Li Longlong’s face also darkened with seriousness. He stood up, tilted his head at a 45-degree angle, and slowly turned to face away from everyone. “I’ve always been reluctant to bring this up…”
“But what can I do? ‘A thousand rivers flow, yet I take but one sip.’ Even though they all pursued me madly, adored me beyond reason, not a single one ever made my heart skip a beat.”
“I’m not the type to settle. So even though I’ve never been in a relationship, I’ve rejected every single person who ever tried to get with me!”
After he finished, all three of them turned their gazes toward Long Aotian.
Under their collective stare, Long Aotian could only laugh helplessly. “I might be the only one in this dorm who’s never been in a relationship.”
Hearing this, the other three offered words of consolation, but the corners of their mouths twitched upward uncontrollably, as if to say, Nice. Our dorm hierarchy is officially locked in.
Huang Fei was the most delighted of all. In terms of looks, he only saw Long Aotian as real competition—the other two weren’t even on his radar.
“Ahem. Don’t lose heart, Lao Ao. You’re handsome, you’ve got a great build—you just missed your chances or never learned how to chase girls.”
“But don’t worry. I’ll teach you a couple of moves. Guaranteed, you’ll get your shot at love someday.”

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.

+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!