"Just a hundred grand? Pocket change for me," An Yi said with a casual wave of his hand.
How should he explain to his formerly broke buddies that he was no longer the same person?
At that moment, Bai Xiu and the others shot him bewildered looks.
A pair of soft, warm hands suddenly covered An Yi's eyes from behind.
"Guess who?" A light, melodious voice whispered by his ear.
An Yi frowned in exasperation—how childish could this girl be?
"Let go," he sighed.
"No! Not until you guess right!" The voice behind him deliberately lowered its tone playfully.
A vein throbbed on An Yi's forehead. "Nie Qinglan! Let go right now!"
Who else would pull such a childish prank on him besides Nie Qinglan?
This girl was something else!
She’d tracked him down again in just half a day!
"Who’s Nie Qinglan?" The voice behind him dropped its playful tone, now icy and demanding.
An Yi’s back broke out in a cold sweat.
Shit!
That voice—it was Qin Yao!
The girl behind him lowered her hands.
An Yi turned around and, sure enough, it was Qin Yao staring back at him.
Her beautiful face was frosty, arms crossed as she scrutinized him.
Bai Xiu, Qin Shan, and Liu Dachao were dumbfounded.
The surrounding students were equally stunned.
The campus goddess Qin Yao was interacting so intimately with this guy?
And he’d even guessed the wrong name!
What a playboy!
Was this era really just about looks now?
Behind Qin Yao stood Lin Chen, sporting a headband that read "Go Yao Yao!" His face was as cool as ever, but his expression seemed oddly pleased. He even gave An Yi a discreet thumbs-up.
Well done!
This guy never disappointed him.
"Ahem, misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding," An Yi forced a laugh.
Was his dream of marrying into wealth slipping away again? Why did it feel like "again"?
"Oh? So Mr. An has quite the social circle. Who might this 'Nie Qinglan' be? Another close friend?" Qin Yao asked with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes—especially if one ignored her trembling clenched fists.
Lin Chen chimed in helpfully, "Nie Qinglan is the girl in that photo I sent you—the one hanging off his back."
An Yi felt chills run down his spine.
"Lin Chen, you motherf—!!!"
Lin Chen, watching the drama unfold, smirked coldly.
"Playboy. Let’s see you squirm out of this one."
Bai Xiu and the others were utterly lost.
What had this guy been up to over summer break?
Not only had he gotten close to the campus goddess Qin Yao, but he was also apparently two-timing her!
Qin Yao’s face darkened—of course she was furious.
Before, she might’ve let it slide.
But this guy had just confessed to her at her birthday party with a precious wooden bracelet watch! How dare he still mess around with other girls?
Ding—
A phone ringtone saved the day!
An Yi nearly wept with relief.
Perfect timing to defuse the tension!
"I—I gotta take this!" He fumbled for his phone, then froze.
The caller ID clearly displayed: Nie Qinglan.
Damn it!
Couldn’t she have called literally any other time?!
An Yi calmly declined the call. "Just spam. These salespeople won’t quit—I told them I’m not interested in a Chiben, but they keep pushing it."
Qin Yao, forcing a sweet smile through gritted teeth, said, "It’s fine, answer it. If you don’t like that car, I’ll buy you a Binli!"
The crowd: "......"
The air in the stadium turned overwhelmingly sour.
What the hell?!
Qin Yao—the stunningly beautiful, filthy-rich campus goddess—was offering to buy this loser a luxury car?!
Wait, no!
Wasn’t the point to expose this scumbag?! How did it turn into this?!
Lin Chen frowned deeply.
"No way. She’s forgiving him just like that?!"
Qin Yao was angry, but she wasn’t stupid.
She and An Yi weren’t officially together, and with so many rivals around, she couldn’t afford to be reckless.
If she pushed too hard, she might lose him for good.
That airheaded Shen Muxuan was serious competition—she had to play her cards right.
An Yi hastily said, "N-no need! I already hung up!"
Then—
The phone rang again.
An Yi glanced at the screen: Nie Qinglan, persistent as ever.
Was this girl trying to ruin him?!
Under Qin Yao’s piercing gaze, An Yi reluctantly answered.
"Boss! Boss! Shangguan Qianqian—Shangguan Qianqian is filming at our school! Xu Zhe’s with her too! First-hand intel, how’s that for impressive?!" Nie Qinglan’s excited voice blared through the speaker.
"Who’s Shangguan Qianqian?" An Yi was clueless.
Celebrities? He didn’t follow that scene.
Qin Shan’s eyes nearly popped out. "Holy shit, Shangguan Qianqian?! She’s filming here?!"
Liu Dachao was equally shocked. "No way..."
Bai Xiu yawned. "Never heard of her."
But the news spread like wildfire.
The stadium was packed—this kind of gossip traveled fast.
"Who cares about some Shangguan Qianqian? What’s it got to do with me?" An Yi snapped impatiently.
This trivial nonsense nearly triggered a death flag!
All he wanted was to marry into wealth and live a cushy life!
"She’s the lead actress in the hit drama 'Where’s Diaochan'! Boss, you seriously don’t know her?!" Nie Qinglan sounded scandalized.
An Yi sighed deeply and spoke gravely: "Listen. You’re a student at Donghai University—a representative of one of China’s top institutions!
What’s so special about celebrities? Do they have three heads? What have they contributed to society? What exactly are you idolizing?!
You fought through the gauntlet of college entrance exams to become one of the nation’s future pillars! Wasting your precious time on this nonsense—aren’t you ashamed?!"
Then he hung up.
"Ahem, just an employee going through a celebrity obsession phase," An Yi lied shamelessly.
Qin Yao gave him a knowing look. "Mhm."
Clap. Clap.
Applause broke out.
A stunning girl with braided hair walked over slowly, her voice sweet and syrupy.
"What a wonderful speech. Students should indeed prioritize their studies."
This was Ye Sisi. Her doe-eyed, innocent charm could melt hearts.
"Silk Melon’s right! That Shangguan Qianqian’s just a pretty face—what’s the big deal?!"
"I’m not going! My time’s too valuable for this!"
Her simps immediately rallied behind her.
Ye Sisi tilted her head at An Yi, flashing a pure, angelic smile.
"Hey there, what’s your name?"
Her gaze flicked to Qin Yao, eyes narrowing slightly—a silent challenge.
So Qin Yao’s into this type? Interesting.
Let’s see what’s so special about him.
Suddenly—
A murderous aura descended.
An Yi’s back went cold. He didn’t need to guess its source.
This girl was cute, but his system hadn’t pinged.
Meaning: not a 9/10.
You think you can flirt with me below that rating?