The more she liked Zhou Yi, the more she felt unworthy of him.
"If you like me, then why do you say you don’t want to be with me?"
"The gap between us... is too big. No matter how you look at it, I’m just not good enough for you."
"But I don’t think that way."
"I know, but... sigh, you’re still young. It’s normal that you don’t understand now."
In You Man’s eyes, a young man like Zhou Yi might change his mind every day.
Once he met more and better girls in the future, her presence might become nothing but an annoyance.
She didn’t want to hold him back either, so she had never considered being with Zhou Yi.
Just being able to stay by his side was enough to make her happy.
"But Man-jie, I—"
"Xiao Yi, there’s no need to say more. You won’t understand this topic right now. If you still feel the same way after graduating from university, then I’ll reconsider."
A large part of her hesitation and unease stemmed from not wanting to tie Zhou Yi down.
Zhou Yi thought for a moment and understood her.
"Alright, I respect your choice. But no matter what happens, I hope I’ll still be the first person you think of."
"Of course. Alright, hurry up and go, or you’ll really be late for school."
The two lingered in bed for a while before finally heading out for breakfast together.
After eating, Zhou Yi parted ways with her at the intersection.
Instead of going home to rest, You Man took a taxi to the city center to look at storefronts.
She had to do well with what Zhou Yi had entrusted to her—she couldn’t let him down!
Suddenly, a surge of motivation ignited within her. Perhaps because of this drive, her mindset began to shift.
She had found a direction to strive for.
After parting with You Man, the system finally notified Zhou Yi:
"Host, You Man’s affection level has reached 100."
He froze, surprised it had happened so quickly.
He opened the system panel to check—it was true.
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: Lv14 (Silver)]
[Wealth: 7,439,250 yuan (Wealthy)]
[Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)]
[Combat: 100 (Unrivaled)]
[IQ: 200 (Brilliant)]
[Reputation: 48 (Campus Heartthrob)]
[Attribute Points: 13,008]
[Mission Progress Panel:]
[Xia Qiuzhi’s Regret Value: 40]
[Chu Han’s Regret Value: 70]
[Su Ning’s Regret Value: 60]
[Comeback Progress: 40]
[Affection Points Earned: 7,993]
[Number of Devoted Hearts: 1 (B-rank Character: You Man)]
[Achievement Unlocked: Against All Odds]
[Items/Skills Obtained: Photographic Memory, Exceptional Recall]
[Current Ranking: 59,776]
[System Store Unlocked]
077: "Since the host has successfully conquered one goddess, the system rewards you with a grand gift pack."
"Would you like to open the gift pack?"
"Yes."
"Congratulations, host! You have obtained the skill [Basic Medical Expertise]."
"What exactly does this skill do? Explain, system."
According to the system, medical expertise was exactly what it sounded like—the ability to treat illnesses and save lives.
However, since it was only at Level 1, it could only cure minor ailments, and both treatment time and frequency were limited.
As the level increased, the medical skills would grow more formidable, with the highest level capable of pulling someone back from the brink of death.
Zhou Yi sucked in a sharp breath—this was an outright cheat-like golden finger!
"So how do I level it up?"
"Each time the number of devoted hearts increases by one, the level rises by one."
Zhou Yi nodded.
It seemed the number of devoted hearts was quite important, and the rewards from the gift packs were all highly useful skills.
Lost in thought, Zhou Yi arrived at the classroom just in time.
Luckily, there were still five minutes before the first class started.
As he sat down at his desk, he noticed a cup of soy milk and a few steamed buns placed there.
Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow.
Who was this kind-hearted "snail girl" who had left him breakfast without a trace?
He glanced in Su Ning’s direction.
Sure enough, the girl was secretly observing his reaction.
When Zhou Yi looked over, she immediately turned away, pretending to recite her notes to hide her fluster.
Su Ning wanted to make up for her past mistakes.
This breakfast was from a century-old, famous shop in the west of the city—she had waited in line for nearly an hour to get it.
Calculating the time, Su Ning must have woken up at 5 a.m.
The buns might look plain, but they were filled with real crab roe—four of them cost 138 yuan.
Zhou Yi, of course, had no idea how expensive these seemingly ordinary buns were, but they tasted amazing.
He quietly took out his phone and sent Su Ning a message on WeChat:
[Zhou Yi: Thanks, the buns were delicious.]
[Su Ning: .]
The girl remained as tsundere as ever.
She didn’t deny that she was the one who bought them, but she didn’t say anything else either—just replied with a single period.
From that day on, Su Ning began bringing Zhou Yi breakfast without fail.
Her way of apologizing was awkward and peculiar.
Sometimes, a bottle of drink would appear on Zhou Yi’s desk.
Other times, a lunchbox.
Or a cup of milk tea.
Su Ning rarely spoke to him, and they barely chatted on WeChat, but the gifts kept piling up.
Zhou Yi accepted them all—why would he refuse the school belle’s attentions?
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Such was university life—it felt like nothing was accomplished, yet the days flew by.
Chu Han messaged him every day with different tactics, but Zhou Yi never replied.
Her regret value kept rising day by day, likely because she had fought with Gao Wenhao.
Zhou Yi didn’t pay much attention to those two.
At this point, Gao Wenhao’s reputation was already ruined—even his former lackeys found him embarrassing.
Wang Yixin also kept asking him out, but Zhou Yi always refused.
This left her feeling frustrated, as if the Zhou Yi who had once bought her lipstick had never existed.
But the more he ignored her, the more Wang Yixin liked him.
She updated her WeChat moments daily, afraid he wouldn’t notice.
Since Su Ning was giving Zhou Yi gifts every day, their classmates naturally caught on.
While some were jealous, most were envious.
When the gap wasn’t too wide, jealousy dominated.
But when someone was so outstanding that they were beyond reach, even jealousy faded into mere admiration.
In just ten short days, Zhou Yi had already been crowned Huai University’s heartthrob.
When the last class on Friday ended, Zhou Yi packed his bag and left the classroom.
Tomorrow was Saturday—he had promised Xia Qiuzhi to visit the Xingxing Orphanage together to check on the sick director.
Just as he stepped out, he checked his phone and saw over thirty missed calls.
The number looked familiar—it was one of Chu Han’s rarely used alternate numbers.
Why would she call so many times? Was it urgent?
As he debated whether to call back, Chu Han rushed toward him from the stairwell, her eyes red.
Ignoring the stares around them, she threw her arms around Zhou Yi and choked out:
"Zhou Yi! Please, I'm begging you—you're the only one who can help me!"
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