Qiao Liuyue was full of question marks.
“An online boyfriend? Jiao Jiao, didn’t you just break up less than a month ago?”
As she spoke, she pointed in the direction where the black Mercedes had disappeared, her tone laced with confusion. “And that Sui Feng…”
Dong Jiaoyan waved her hand casually, her expression completely unruffled.
“Don’t you know? The best way to get over a breakup is to jump straight into a new relationship,” she said, sounding completely justified.
“As for Sui Feng…”
“He’s been chasing me, but it’s not like I agreed to anything, right?”
Qiao Liuyue lowered her head, her thick bangs falling forward, hiding all the emotions in her eyes.
She uttered only a single, quiet word: “Oh.”
Dong Jiaoyan was clearly unsatisfied with such a flat, almost dismissive reaction.
Her brows furrowed slightly for a moment, then relaxed.
She leaned in closer, shoving a screenshot from her phone right under Qiao Liuyue’s nose.
It was a blurry side profile of a boy, clearly captured in a panic during a video call when the camera accidentally flipped the wrong way.
The lighting wasn’t great, and the angle was a bit off.
But even so, the outline still clearly traced a sharply defined jawline and a nose bridge as straight and striking as a mountain ridge.
Just this faint, shadowy silhouette alone was enough to make anyone automatically imagine an entire face so handsome it could make your legs go weak.
“Well? Isn’t my boyfriend gorgeous?” Dong Jiaoyan’s eyes sparkled with triumphant pride as she tapped the screen.
“I begged and pleaded to get him to turn on the video, but the guy absolutely refused to show his face. I only caught this because he forgot to flip the camera when we first connected.”
“Good thing my reflexes are fast—I snapped it in a split second.”
Qiao Liuyue leaned in again, taking another earnest, careful look.
The photo was very blurry, but the silhouette was indeed outstanding.
Seeing her stare for several seconds, Dong Jiaoyan smugly pulled the phone back and tucked it away, wearing an expression that screamed, “See? Blown away, aren’t you?”
The corners of her mouth practically reached her ears. “Come on, tell me—isn’t he super handsome?”
Qiao Liuyue blinked blankly and replied, “I wouldn’t know.”
Dong Jiaoyan shot her an exasperated look, then reached out and poked her forehead with one finger.
“You! You’ve just never been in love before, so you don’t get it.”
She withdrew her hand and crossed her arms over her chest. “A guy with a nose bridge this high…”
She suddenly covered her mouth, letting out a string of inexplicable giggles. “Hehehehe…”
On the way back to the dormitory, Dong Jiaoyan chattered nonstop, spilling the entire story of how this online romance had begun.
She didn’t really need an attentive listener—just someone with their ears open beside her was enough.
According to Dong Jiaoyan, the two of them had also met in a game. She was still playing her signature support hero, Yao.
But this time, the other person was playing the jungler.
Sparks flew from the very beginning.
“It was that one round where we were about to lose, and I was so mad I typed in chat, cursing at him, saying our jungler was so bad he couldn’t even compare to half of the enemy jungler’s skill.”
Dong Jiaoyan rolled her eyes as she spoke, as if the resentment hadn’t fully faded.
“And then he just replied, ‘Support, you’re something else,’ and started purposefully throwing the game.”
“Every time the enemies came rushing to kill me, he’d just watch slowly from the sidelines, refusing to step in until I was nearly dead, then swoop in to clean up the low-health kills. Tell me, isn’t that infuriating?”
She took a deep breath.
“I couldn’t take it anymore, so I just opened the voice chat and started cursing him out nonstop.”
After she finished blasting him, the guy remained completely calm and slowly typed out a single line of text:
“I thought you were a little kid, but it turns out you’re an adult. And you still support that badly.”
At this point, Dong Jiaoyan gritted her molars. The only thought in her mind at that moment was to screw him over in another match, no matter what.
So after that round, they teamed up again. She took the jungler role, forcing him into support, fully prepared to watch him make a fool of himself.
“I have no idea how to jungle at all! I was just trying to mess with him again!”
She suddenly broke into starry-eyed excitement, cupping her cheeks with both hands.
“But who knew... his support play was ridiculously good—top economy in the whole match, and he ended up with the MVP and the top support badge. I was totally dumbfounded.”
From the way Dong Jiaoyan was describing it now, both in words and expression, she really liked this online boyfriend.
After hearing this part, a timeline suddenly popped into Qiao Liuyue’s head, and she couldn’t help asking, “But Sui Feng just said he’s been gaming with you every day for the past month... Do you have enough time?”
It was a very practical question.
Dong Jiaoyan put on a “what’s the big deal” face and explained with a laugh:
“What’s so hard about that?”
“My boyfriend and I game secretly during class, and if we don’t have enough time, we just skip class. Otherwise, why do you think I always ask you to take attendance for me?”
She winked at Qiao Liuyue.
“As for Sui Feng, he has to work, so he only plays in the evenings after his shift. The timing is perfectly staggered—no conflict at all.”
Qiao Liuyue fell silent.
Afraid that she might not keep her mouth shut, Dong Jiaoyan leaned in and linked arms with her, lowering her voice to instruct:
“Liuyue, we’re best friends. I haven’t told anyone else about this—only you.”
“You have to keep it a secret, okay?”
Qiao Liuyue lifted her head to look at her. Behind her thick lenses and bangs, the emotions in her eyes were complicated.
She was silent for a few seconds before asking a question Dong Jiaoyan probably didn’t want to hear:
“...So will you still meet Sui Feng in person?”
Dong Jiaoyan’s expression froze for a fraction of a second, then perked up again. She patted Qiao Liuyue’s shoulder, using the tone of someone saying, “Oh, you’re way too serious about this.”
“Aiyo, don’t be so rigid! Sure, Sui Feng is pursuing me, but I’ve always seen him as just an older brother figure.”
She paused, then added another sentence.
“Besides, even if we can’t be lovers, we can still be really good friends of the opposite sex, right?”
The next few days passed peacefully enough.
Qiao Liuyue lived a life that was routine to the point of monotony.
She went to class, finished class, ate at the cafeteria, then went to the café near the school to play games.
She was playing the same mobile game as Dong Jiaoyan—Honor of Kings.
Despite being a complete beginner, she picked it up quickly.
After all, back in the sect, studying those obscure and profound secret techniques had felt like reading heavenly texts that could boil your brain just from one page.
In comparison, a few buttons, skills, and a phone screen were child’s play for her.
She first tried out every role one by one.
The clash lane, mid lane, marksman, support, and jungler.
In the end, Qiao Liuyue’s focus landed on the marksman and jungler positions.
The reason was simple: both roles could carry the game—one pushed towers, and the other secured kills.
And she…
She wants to conquer men even more.
