“Yeah.” Jiang Chengyu pulled out his phone to show Jiang He the messages. “See, he just said it.”
Jiang He stared at the chat log, his face growing darker by the second. Not only did Wang Wei say he wanted to pursue Yu Yingying, but a few other idiots were egging him on.
Jiang Chengyu said, “But from my experience, these guys are just shouting for fun. They won’t really go after her. The ones who really want someone are the quiet, dangerous types.”
Jiang He glanced at him.
Jiang Chengyu suddenly grinned mischievously. “Let Wang Wei set a trap for Yu Yingying! When she truly falls for you, addicted to your love trap, and then regains her memory only to find the messages were from Wang Wei… she’ll want to die even more!”
“…Exactly.” Jiang He smiled faintly, tossing his phone aside nonchalantly. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“Jiang Ge, you’re brilliant, ruling the world!”
“No big deal.”
“I’m going to the bathroom, be right back for ranking.”
“Go ahead.” Jiang Chengyu rushed off to the bathroom.
Jiang He calmly watched his back. One second, two seconds… he heard the bathroom door click. He immediately sprang up with agile precision, grabbed the phone he had just thrown, and opened Wang Wei’s chat.
Jiang He: “Cancel the previous arrangement. No need to refund this month! If you use my name to send messages to Yu Yingying again, you’re done for!”
Wang Wei replied: “Got it, Jiang Ge.”
Satisfied, Jiang He clicked on Yu Yingying’s avatar. This time, he didn’t hesitate and tapped “Add to Contacts,” a faint smirk curling his lips. A moment of concession meant nothing; participating in his own revenge was far more satisfying.
…Two weeks passed.
Yu Yingying had been resting well in the dorm; her dizziness had improved a lot. After a hospital follow-up, she decided to return to class early. First, the dorm was boring. Second, she didn’t want to fall behind academically, which could affect her final exam scores and jeopardize her scholarship—one of her steady sources of income, absolutely untouchable.
Monday morning, the first class was Advanced Algebra, a major course. Yu Yingying went alone while Yu Qing went to buy water. She found a front-row seat in the lecture hall. The room was already somewhat full, but most students clustered in the middle and back rows; few sat in front.
Just as she unzipped her bag, a tall figure appeared at the door. She sensed it immediately and met Jiang He’s gaze, who was wearing a black baseball cap. He seemed surprised to see her, a half-smile on his lips as he tilted his cap back with one hand and strode toward her.
Yu Yingying immediately lowered her head, using her textbook to claim the seat beside her. Soon, a low chuckle came from behind; Jiang He passed by her, a wave of hot air brushing over her, and went to the back row, finding a window seat. Tossing his bag down casually, he sat leisurely.
Yu Yingying let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Just then, her phone vibrated. Unlocking it, she saw a message from Jiang He’s alt account:
“Why are you in class? Feeling better?”
Glancing at Jiang He in the back row, she felt speechless. Two weeks ago, he had added her with two accounts: his main account, a pure black avatar, sent her “Girl” literature three times daily, along with cheesy hearts; the alt account, a black-and-white half-body male silhouette, asked about her meals, health, and studies. The messages seemed normal but felt oddly eerie.
Indeed, who uses two WeChat accounts on a girlfriend, each with different roles? Must be some sort of split personality.
Yu Yingying ignored it as usual and opened her textbook to study.
Yu Qing returned with water and nudged her, whispering with a smile: “Hey, your hot-headed boyfriend’s at the back. Aren’t you going to sit with him?”
“…” Yu Yingying was speechless, tugging at her sleeve. “Class is starting. Sit down.”
“Alright,” Yu Qing covered her mouth, laughing.
Less than a minute later, she couldn’t resist leaning over again: “Yu Yingying, are you really going to keep doing this secret romance? Why not just go public? Or do you like it sneaky and more thrilling?”
“Stop talking nonsense, look at your book—the teacher’s here.”
At the back of the classroom, Jiang Chengyu, sweaty and disheveled, sat next to Jiang He and asked, “Jiang Ge, Yu Yingying’s in class. Why aren’t you sitting with her? If you don’t take the chance, she’ll regain her memory! You need to be proactive!”
Jiang He clicked his tongue smugly. Thinking of how Yu Yingying had glanced back at him earlier, he arched an eyebrow: “Do I need to be proactive? Advanced hunters often approach as the prey themselves. Wait a few days—she’ll come to me.”
“But she hasn’t been paying attention to you recently.”
“…Idiot, do you even know what ‘play hard to get’ means?”
“She’s playing hard to get with you?”
“Otherwise?”
“Maybe…” Jiang Chengyu hesitated. “It’s for real?”
Jiang He immediately glared at him, eyes sharp.
Jiang Chengyu swallowed hard. “Look, Jiang Ge, here’s the thing…”
Jiang He chuckled, slammed his phone on the desk, and said coolly, “Consider this a life tip—don’t push it, or else.”
Jiang Chengyu: “…Noted.”
Jiang He was still annoyed. Thinking back to his three-daily “solo performances,” his inner fire burned brighter, teeth itching with irritation.
He picked up his phone, opened his chat with Yu Yingying, staring at the empty conversation box where only he had been performing—it was glaringly frustrating. Damn it. Ignored like this, did she have no shame?
Jiang Chengyu leaned closer, lowering his voice: “Jiang Ge, want me to get a premium dating guidance service? I’ve tested it—caught three girls already! Use it, and you’ll be unstoppable. Little Yu Yingying will be yours in no time!”
Jiang He shot him a warning look, tapping his chest and asking, “Me? Handsome, rich, talented, excellent in studies, and I need a strategy?”
Jiang Chengyu: “…That makes sense. But your temper, arrogance, murderous looks, constant scowls—none of that’s mentioned.”
Jiang He: “Where do I buy this? Tell me.”
“…?!” Jiang Chengyu dared not laugh, sharing readily. “Here’s the link.”
“Hah! I just want to see what this thing is.”
“Y-yes, yes!”