To be honest, speaking from the heart—
In Liu Yuanyuan's eyes, Xue Tao was the kind of boyfriend she’d never dare show off.
"Show-off material" is a rather elusive concept in a girl's dating criteria.
It’s not necessarily about being drop-dead gorgeous, but the overall image and vibe should at least make outsiders think, "She’s definitely not with him just for money—no way she’s enduring this for cash!"
For example, if a pretty college girl were "dating" a pot-bellied, greasy construction boss from off-campus,
she might grovel and fawn over him in private,
but she’d never willingly post a couple photo on her social media.
That’s right—most girls want it all when it comes to relationships.
They want the practical benefits and the vanity points in front of others.
Of course, such ideal scenarios are rare, so ordinary girls settle for the next best thing.
Xue Tao was Liu Yuanyuan’s "next best thing." She enjoyed the material perks he provided but had to endure the whispers—especially from her female friends.
Because, let’s face it, Xue Tao was rough.
Short, unattractive, and radiating the uncouth aura of a nouveau riche demolition-family brat.
So Liu Yuanyuan delayed every intimate couple milestone as much as possible.
Kissing, hugging, being lifted playfully? The later, the better.
As for Xue Tao’s not-so-subtle hints about booking a hotel room…
Liu Yuanyuan had already decided to play the "I’m a traditional girl" card to dodge any bedroom activities.
"Waiting until marriage" is totally normal in college, right?
Faced with a guy like Xue Tao, any girl would automatically turn into a paragon of chastity—like a certain basketball star’s "smart groin injury" that conveniently acts up.
Her social media? Not a single clear photo of Xue Tao’s face.
Posting one felt like inviting silent ridicule from everyone who knew her.
So here’s the question:
How did Liu Yuanyuan feel when she saw Chen Yusheng’s social media post?
That post didn’t just go viral because of Chen Yusheng’s popularity.
It was a blatant announcement: "I, Chen Yusheng, slept with Su Bai."
Liu Yuanyuan admired Chen Yusheng’s audacity. The aloof academic queen truly thrived on defying norms.
But she couldn’t help thinking—another obvious reason Chen Yusheng dared to post it was…
Sleeping with Su Bai wasn’t embarrassing.
It was borderline bragging rights.
A tall, handsome computer science major with a gentle, reliable personality and zero sketchy rumors? That’s premium boyfriend material.
Even if—even if—he were broke, it’d still be a flex.
And now, Liu Yuanyuan strongly suspected Su Bai wasn’t just some lucky windfall recipient, as Xue Tao claimed.
Why?
Simple. Liu Yuanyuan had been Chen Yusheng’s roommate for a month and knew the girl was scary smart.
Not just book-smart—she had razor-sharp insights into real-world dynamics.
Liu Yuanyuan even consulted her before online shopping sprees.
Chen Yusheng’s judgment? Flawless.
She dodged every scam like a pro.
So, would someone that discerning date a guy who blew his sudden cash on reckless splurges and rush into intimacy?
The answer had to be no.
Add to that the Wan Sisters from the broadcasting department—both social savants—also cozying up to Su Bai.
The odds of all three misjudging him? Practically zero.
Eliminate the impossible, and what remains must be the truth—
Su Bai was the computer science department’s secret tycoon.
Wealthier than the junior who drove a Porsche to class or the real estate heir from Guangdong.
Just as this realization hit Liu Yuanyuan, Xue Tao texted again.
[Xue Tao: [pic][pic][pic]]
[Yuanyuan: Why are you creepshotting couples in class..]
[Xue Tao: Not me, other classmates [eye-roll]]
[Xue Tao: Check their outfits—both wearing Emergency Couture’s new drop. That brand’s markup is insane.]
[Yuanyuan: Oh.]
[Yuanyuan: And?]
[Xue Tao: Isn’t this excessive? Students flaunting high-end imports? So tacky.]
[Yuanyuan: Not many students drive Magotans either [smile]]
[Xue Tao: ??]
[Xue Tao: That’s different!]
[Xue Tao: My point is, Su Bai’s already spoiling Chen Yusheng. Where does it stop?]
[Yuanyuan: ...]
[Yuanyuan: If Su Bai wants to pamper his gf, that’s his business. Why the critique?]
[Yuanyuan: Meanwhile, you promised me a fancy sushi dinner and cheapened out on the $268 set.]
[Yuanyuan: All I wanted was a New Zealand scampi. Sigh…]
[Xue Tao: [eye-roll]]
[Xue Tao: Scampi’s overrated. Tasteless mush. Next time, I’ll treat you to spicy stir-fry at the south campus canteen.]
Liu Yuanyuan stopped replying.
Ugh. Talking to this man was a cardiovascular hazard.
One wrong word, and her blood pressure spiked.
Breathe. Breathe…
After calming down, Liu Yuanyuan started discreetly polling her computer science contacts for intel on Su Bai’s recent moves.
She needed to uncover exactly how rich he was to make the Wan Sisters and Chen Yusheng flock to him.
Meanwhile, in a freshman computer science lecture—
Su Bai and Chen Yusheng were secretly holding hands under the desk.
Su Bai hadn’t planned to. He’d been engrossed in forum drama, savoring internet strangers’ petty squabbles.
Don’t laugh.
This was peak online culture—a ritual he couldn’t skip.
Plus, focusing on keyboard wars helped him ignore the lecture, triggering his system’s "total slacker" mode to auto-absorb knowledge.
But Chen Yusheng had initiated the handholding.
And once he felt her slender, smooth fingers, he didn’t let go.
They stayed intertwined under the desk until class ended.
"What’s next?" Su Bai asked, sliding his maxed-out MacBook Pro into his backpack.
"Lab time. I’ve been slacking on coding," Chen Yusheng said, then paused, cheeks pink. "Not going back to your hotel! I’m dorming tonight. Hmph."
With a playful stick-out-her-tongue face, she dashed off.
Su Bai blinked, then grinned—that dopey, smitten grin unique to lovestruck guys.
This was nice.
Being able to savor pure romance, zero real-world pressures.
Such an adorable Chen Yusheng—Su Bai could easily spend a lifetime cradling her in his hands and pampering her.
The classmates passing by were utterly stunned.
Holy moly, who knew the expressionless school belle Chen Yusheng could make such a variety of faces?
Well, you learn something new every day...
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