As soon as she returned to her seat,
Liu Yutong noticed Li Xiaohui looking visibly flustered, muttering under her breath, "It's over, it's over, I'm done for..."
"What's wrong?" Liu Yutong asked, seeing how nervous she was.
Li Xiaohui lifted her head with a miserable expression. "My dad is coming to the school next month."
She didn’t know if her father had found out about her rebellious lifestyle, which would explain his sudden visit.
Hearing this, Liu Yutong’s eyes flickered with surprise. She hadn’t expected Li Xiaohui’s father to show up either. When the counselor had discussed sponsorship for the evening event with her, there had been no mention of Li Xiaohui’s father attending.
It seemed like a last-minute decision.
"Yutong, do you have any ideas on how I can escape my dad’s wrath?" Li Xiaohui felt a wave of despair just thinking about her father’s arrival.
Her father was notoriously strict, and perhaps due to his long-standing leadership role, he loved lecturing. For someone as rebellious as Li Xiaohui, it was like listening to a monk chanting scriptures—she was the unruly Monkey King trapped under his spell.
Just then, a male student sitting behind them suddenly chimed in, "When he’s old, just unplug his oxygen tube."
Li Xiaohui whipped her head around and snapped, "Get lost!"
Fang Haoran grinned shamelessly, resting his chin on the desk, completely unfazed by her outburst.
This guy was the same joker who had declared during the class orientation, "I’ve been breathing independently since I was a kid." He was always cracking jokes.
Li Xiaohui waved him off dismissively. "Don’t you know men and women should keep their distance? Stay away from us!"
Instead of leaving, Fang Haoran leaned in even closer. "Class President, my dorm is going out for dinner tonight. How about joining us?"
"There’s a new restaurant that just opened called 'Yuyue Fang.' Their menu has an 80% discount today—want to try it out?"
He added, "Oh, and Class President, you should invite the rest of your dorm too."
Liu Yutong saw right through his intentions. It was just an excuse for a dormitory mixer. If anyone happened to hit it off, they could even solve their single status.
As for why he had chosen their dorm—well, it was probably because the girls in their dorm were all quite attractive.
Liu Yutong, of course, was the freshman campus belle of the finance university.
Li Xiaohui had a bit of a rebellious vibe, but she was still undeniably pretty.
Ling Yan wasn’t bad-looking either, with a gentle and refined demeanor—at least on the surface.
And Lin Lele? Petite and adorable, very likable.
When Fang Haoran and the other boys first found out which girls lived in Class President Liu Yutong’s dorm, they almost wondered if the school assigned rooms based on looks.
Of course, while they all harbored some wishful thinking about Liu Yutong, they knew better than to actually expect anything.
For one, the number of suitors she had rejected could form a small platoon—clearly, she had no interest in dating.
Secondly, her family background alone was enough to deter most people. If she wouldn’t even give the time of day to a rich kid like Lin Muyang, what chance did they have?
Fang Haoran and the others had enough self-awareness to know their limits.
Their real targets were the other girls in the dorm. Fang Haoran himself, for example, had his sights set on Ling Yan, with her seemingly gentle temperament.
"Not interested," Liu Yutong flatly refused his invitation.
She already had plans for the evening—she had booked a private room in advance.
She hadn’t attended the restaurant’s opening ceremony, but as the owner, she needed to check on the first day’s operations. She also had to meet the supermarket manager Yang Xin had recommended—Yao Qianshan.
She took talent from XC very seriously, especially since that supermarket had been highly successful in her past life.
Fang Haoran wasn’t ready to give up. "Come on, Class President! I heard their signature dish, the small fish pancake, is amazing. Though I’ve never actually tried it..."
"I already have plans," Liu Yutong repeated.
"If Yutong isn’t going, then neither am I," Li Xiaohui declared, following Liu Yutong’s lead.
Fang Haoran was clearly disappointed but had no choice.
"Alright then..."
He then went to invite Lin Lele and some other girls from the class. Lin Lele and the others happily agreed. While dining out was a bit of a splurge on a student’s budget, an occasional treat was manageable—especially since they’d split the bill.
Of course, Fang Haoran and his dormmates would cover the larger share.
But when Fang Haoran tried to invite Ling Yan, she suddenly stood up and left the classroom before he could even speak.
Left with no choice, he had to let it go for now.
Once outside, Ling Yan headed straight for the school gates.
When she spotted Lin Muyang waiting there, she hesitated for a moment before walking over.
Lin Muyang was leaning against his car, scrolling through his phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a girl in a floral dress approaching. He smirked lazily.
"Can I help you, beautiful?"
He was used to girls coming up to him these days.
Unaware of his reputation, some confident girls would strike up a conversation when they saw him waiting in his sports car at the school gates—though he always turned them down.
"Lin Muyang, you and Liu Yutong are never going to happen. She doesn’t like you. You shouldn’t waste your time on someone who’ll never return your feelings."
Lin Muyang raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"
"I’m Liu Yutong’s classmate." Ling Yan pulled out her phone and played a video. "Take a look for yourself."
She showed him footage she had secretly recorded in class—Liu Yutong tossing his love letter straight into the trash.
Normally, any guy would feel hurt or angry seeing something they gave treated like that.
That was exactly what Ling Yan had been counting on. She wanted Lin Muyang to see Liu Yutong’s cold, dismissive attitude.
Of course, she had her own agenda—if she could get his contact info, even better.
Lin Muyang wasn’t bad-looking, and his wealth only added to his appeal. To most girls, he was the complete package.
In fact, many at school thought Liu Yutong’s standards were too high. If she’d reject someone like Lin Muyang, what kind of guy would she ever like?
And Lin Muyang was so "devoted"—a wealthy young master who showed up at the school gates every day, rain or shine, just to give her flowers. To many girls, that was the epitome of romance. Some even felt a pang of envy, wondering why they couldn’t meet someone so persistent.
Ling Yan, driven by jealousy and the belief that Lin Muyang was different from other rich heirs, had decided to approach him.
Truth be told, aside from Liu Yutong, Ling Yan was the most calculating about her future in their dorm. She was ruthlessly pragmatic.
She had expected Lin Muyang to react with anger or embarrassment after seeing the video. Instead, he laughed.
"That’s it? Getting rejected is normal. If she were easy to win over, I’d be disappointed. The more she turns me down, the more excited I get—the more motivated I become."
Ling Yan: "???"
For a moment, she was at a loss for words, her chest tight with frustration.
After handing the phone back to her, Lin Muyang pulled open the car door and got in. Before driving off, he said, "Thanks. Next time, try to take more videos of Liu Yutong. I really like her icy, aloof vibe."
With that, he stepped on the gas and left.
Ling Yan completely lost it: "What a psycho!"
