Su Ruanruan: “After she finishes dancing today, she won’t try to confess her feelings to you again, will she?”
Everyone in the entire school knew that ever since freshman year, Shen Yutang had been constantly confessing her feelings to Fu Hansheng.
She had even filled the area beneath the boys’ dormitory with heart-shaped balloons, candles, and roses.
Last year during the volleyball competition, after finishing her cheerleading routine, Shen Yutang had read a three-page-long love letter into the microphone.
Thinking of these past events, Fu Hansheng slightly furrowed his brows.
Disgusted.
And somewhat annoyed.
However, he had never explicitly rejected Shen Yutang’s pursuit, nor had he explicitly refused the money she transferred to him.
Fu Hansheng maintained an aloof expression, as if indifferent to the matter, and said calmly in a faint tone:
“It doesn’t matter, I won’t accept her confession anyway.”
Soon, it was time for the second opening performance.
The audience below knew full well that the young lady was here to confess her feelings again.
Shen Yutang stood at the very center of the stage, dancing to the music, her movements as light as a feather.
With each motion, her top kept riding up, revealing her snow-white waist, slender enough to be held in one hand.
Her body proportions were exceptional—long legs, a slim waist, and curves so perfect and exaggerated that everyone present, regardless of gender, held their breath.
She was a top-tier enchantress!
A wave of gasps erupted from the audience.
Su Ruanruan hadn’t expected Shen Yutang’s dancing skills to improve so quickly.
Even more unexpected was how provocative she looked while performing a simple cheerleading routine.
A sense of crisis surged within Su Ruanruan. She clenched her fingers and turned to stare at Fu Hansheng.
But Fu Hansheng only glanced at Shen Yutang’s dancing before coldly shifting his gaze away, as if he didn’t care about her at all.
Only then did Su Ruanruan completely relax.
What was the use of Shen Yutang dancing so beautifully?
Fu Hansheng simply didn’t care about her.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Zhou He was also exclaiming: “Damn, I have to admit, the young lady’s figure is really something else! Her waist is so slim.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a gloomy voice suddenly came from beside him: “Close your eyes.”
Zhou He: “Huh?”
He Jin leaned back in his chair, irritably fiddling with a lighter, his eyes dark and oppressive, as if a heavy atmosphere had descended.
“I told you to close your eyes.”
Zhou He: “??”
Although he didn’t understand why Brother Jin was suddenly so irritable, he complied anyway, quickly covering his eyes like an obedient student.
He Jin propped his head up with one hand, staring at the person dancing on stage, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.
The man’s deep gaze slowly swept over Shen Yutang’s snow-white thighs before lingering on her waist and face.
After a while, the dance ended, and Shen Yutang took the microphone.
Only then did Zhou He open his eyes, anxiously tugging at He Jin’s clothes: “Oh no, oh no, Brother Jin, I have a feeling she’s going to change her mind again. Will she really cheer for you?”
After all, everyone knew that Shen Yutang was practically Fu Hansheng’s die-hard fan.
She was the kind of fiercely devoted supporter who spent lavishly and fought tooth and nail, never allowing anyone to speak a single bad word about him.
He Jin remained calm and silent, but his fingers clenched into a fist, and a shadow of darkness flickered in his eyes.
On stage, Shen Yutang smiled into the microphone: “I want to say to He Jin from the Finance Department: Good luck in the competition! I believe you can definitely win!”
With that, she exited the stage cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.
The entire audience was stunned.
“What?”
“Wait… who did she just mention?”
“Am I hearing things? She’s cheering for He Jin? Weren’t they always on bad terms?”
“Holy shit! Miss Shen isn’t cheering for Fu Hansheng today? That can’t be right. Did she take the wrong medicine or something?”
“She seems like a completely different person today. It’s weird…”
Down below, Qi Lin, the guy next to Fu Hansheng, was utterly dumbfounded. “Hansheng, what’s up with her?”
Even Su Ruanruan was shocked.
Fu Hansheng pursed his thin lips, maintaining his aloof, untouchable demeanor. His eyes were filled with disdain as he coldly spat out a few words:
“Playing hard to get, delusional.”
Such low-level tactics would never catch his attention.
On the other side of the court, Shen Yutang was seated right next to He Jin. She turned to him and said:
“Win this match, no problem, right?”
He Jin curled his lips into a roguish smile, looking quite pleased, his expression playful and teasing:
“You really want me to crush Fu Hansheng?”
“Of course I’m serious,” Shen Yutang replied, looking puzzled. “Can’t you crush him with your skills?”
In her previous life.
She had also come to dance and cheer, but it was for Fu Hansheng.
In the original novel’s plot, she was a brainless, busty female side character who spent all her time chasing after Fu Hansheng like a mindless fan.
Fu Hansheng always looked down on her, treating her as coldly as a stranger.
And after she finished her cheerleading dance, He Jin, for some unknown reason, suddenly withdrew from the match, seemingly in a bad mood.
In the end, Fu Hansheng smoothly won the MVP as the victor of the volleyball match, receiving cheers and admiration from the entire crowd.
Shen Yutang felt annoyed.
He Jin stared at her expression, raised an eyebrow, and shifted the topic. “I can, but—”
“Are you really okay with it? Okay with your dearest Hansheng-gege losing the match?”
“…”
Dearest Hansheng-gege?
Shen Yutang genuinely felt a bit physically uncomfortable at this point, goosebumps rising all over her body. She rubbed her arm and said:
“Just looking at him makes me sick now. If you can crush him, I’ll treat you to a meal, okay?”
Zhou He suddenly leaned in, his face full of confusion. “Girl, that can’t be right? Didn’t you like him? Didn’t your heart used to bubble with sweet love hearts every time you saw him?”
“…”
Bubble your second uncle’s grandpa.
Shen Yutang said, “I don’t like him anymore.”
He Jin lifted his deep, mesmerizing peach blossom eyes and gazed at her, giving her the illusion of deep affection, but his tone was sarcastic, as if deliberately mocking her with a smile:
“My young lady, you said the same thing last time.”
Shen Yutang: “Uh… really?”
She guiltily rubbed her nose.
Seems… it’s true.
In the original story, under the control of the plot, she had tried every method to get Fu Hansheng’s attention.
Crying, making a scene, threatening suicide, and even pretending not to like him—only to end up clinging to him desperately anyway.
On the track of being love-struck, if Shen Yutang claimed second place, no one dared claim first.
She seriously raised her finger. “This time, I mean it. I really don’t like him anymore. I swear I won’t chase after him again!”
He Jin remained nonchalant, as if he didn’t care at all, and said lightly, “Oh, what does that have to do with me?”
Zhou He: “Oh, I don’t believe it either.”
Shen Yutang: “…”
“But,” He Jin shifted the topic again, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth, his voice tinged with a hint of interest. “Helping you crush him—that, I can do.”
He weighed the ball in his hand, lazily and carelessly, adding slowly:
“Anyway, I never liked him in the first place.”
I’ve wanted to kill him for a long time!