The whistle blew, and the match began.
The Finance Department, led by He Jin, faced off against the Mathematics Department, led by Fu Hansheng.
If Fu Hansheng was like a pristine snow-capped flower atop a lofty peak, then He Jin was a blazing wildfire sweeping across the plains—their temperaments were worlds apart.
With two campus heartthrobs gathered in one place, the girls in the audience couldn’t decide who to watch, until—
He Jin sprang up like a fully drawn bowstring. At the peak of his jump, a gust of wind lifted the hem of his jersey, revealing a glimpse of his firm, well-defined abs.
Hanging in the air at the highest point, he effortlessly executed a diagonal spike against the opposing team, moving with unrestrained confidence as if they were no match for him.
“Ahhhh! First point of the game!”
“Holy crap, He Jin is just too dominant! He wiped them out so easily? Fu Hansheng needs to step it up.”
“Damn! He Jin’s physique is insane—so toned, he must be packing at least twenty.”
“Could he go all the way?”
A girl next to them flushed red, nearly hysterical: “Ahhhh, stop talking! I’m going crazy! He Jin’s got that ‘alpha male’ vibe, and I bet he’s super enduring—like, three hours straight!”
“I need proof!”
Shen Yutang, sitting in front: “…”
Is this appropriate?
But it had to be said, He Jin’s assets were indeed impressive. He was passionate about racing and boxing, and having trained in martial arts since childhood, he was practically untamed.
At this moment, he launched another fierce attack, like a wolf king galloping freely across the grasslands, wild and unyielding.
On the other side, Fu Hansheng’s teammates were steadily retreating. Under He Jin’s terrifying pressure, they seemed choked, unable to put up any resistance.
He Jin showed no mercy whatsoever.
2–0.
“Ahhhh!”
The screams around grew even louder.
Maybe it was just an illusion, but it seemed like he was deliberately targeting Fu Hansheng’s direction, provoking him intentionally.
The tension was palpable.
“Boom—”
The whistle blew again.
In the end, He Jin won the match 3–0 with a clean sweep. The girls’ screams below were nearly loud enough to lift the roof.
“Ahhh, I can’t take it! How can he be so effortlessly cool yet so fierce?”
“He Jin is definitely hotter. I declare He Jin the winner of the campus heartthrob battle!”
“I vote for He Jin too! He’s a chaebol heir, after all—extra points for background!”
As the MVP of the entire volleyball match and captain of the Finance team, He Jin naturally stepped up to receive the medal and flowers.
Zhou He grinned from ear to ear. “That felt amazing! Jin-ge, I’ve been itching to take down those posers on the other side. Finally crushed them today, hahaha!”
He said this without any regard for the opposing team.
Fu Hansheng’s expression turned icy.
Qi Lin, standing beside him, was exhausted. “Hansheng-ge, He Jin is just too damn relentless. He’s really incredible—we’re no match for him at all!”
Fu Hansheng’s face grew even colder.
Qi Lin shivered and quickly tried to console him. “Actually, Hansheng-ge, you’re not bad either. And why do I feel like he was targeting you?”
Fu Hansheng remained silent, his face cold. His gaze swept over He Jin’s face before he expressionlessly returned to his seat, maintaining his aloof demeanor.
Su Ruanruan hurried over with a bottle of water, her deer-like eyes filled with innocent concern as she comforted him:
“Would you like some water? You did great! In my eyes, you’ll always be the champion～”
Unexpectedly, Fu Hansheng didn’t pay her any attention at all. He merely glanced at the water bottle in her hand before shifting his gaze elsewhere.
Su Ruanruan was momentarily stunned, then followed his line of sight.
On the southern side of the venue, Shen Yutang was sitting quietly.
Even without any movement, just sitting there ordinarily, she was breathtakingly beautiful, like an elegant oil painting beauty from medieval Europe.
Su Ruanruan secretly clenched her fingers.
So, was Fu Hansheng looking at Shen Yutang?!
Meanwhile, after He Jin came off the court, he was immediately surrounded by a dense crowd of girls, countless of them offering him water and towels.
A girl blushed and said, “He Jin, do you need some water? Can I add you on WeChat?”
“Sorry,” He Jin replied coldly, “I have no obligation to add strangers on WeChat.”
The girl: “…”
In the end, it was Zhou He who managed to mediate for a while before finally rescuing the man.
He Jin scanned the spectator stands and lazily walked over to Shen Yutang, lifting his chin slightly. “Young Miss, help me pass a bottle of water.”
Shen Yutang was puzzled. “Didn’t a whole crowd of people want to give you water?”
He Jin smiled faintly. “What if someone drugged it and tried to take advantage of me?”
Shen Yutang: “…”
This guy really has thick skin!
But Shen Yutang was in a good mood at the moment. She took a bottle from the nearby water cooler and stuffed it into He Jin’s arms.
He Jin glanced at it and said in a picky tone, “Unscrew it for me.”
“???”
Shen Yutang was baffled. “Since when did you become so delicate?”
He Jin: “I’m tired from playing. Can’t unscrew it. Is that not allowed?”
Shen Yutang: “…”
Zhou He beside them also fell silent.
It was truly eye-opening and shattered all illusions!
What’s with this act of playing the delicate husband?
Forget bottle caps—with He Jin’s current strength, he could probably unscrew someone’s skull!!
Shen Yutang unscrewed the bottle cap for him in exasperation and handed it to him again. “Young Master, are you finally satisfied now?”
He Jin tilted his head back and took a few sips, his sharp and sexy Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, so enticing it could make one’s legs go weak.
“Satisfied.”
His voice was soft, and the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed his current pleasure.
Suddenly, a cold gaze fell on the water bottle in his hand.
He Jin glanced sideways and saw Fu Hansheng not far away, staring at him expressionlessly.
He Jin sneered.
Hah.
Interesting.
Over there, Fu Hansheng’s expression was somewhat gloomy, and he exuded a chilling aura.
In every previous match,
Shen Yutang had always been the first to rush over and give him water.
She was like a lonely shadow, sticking close to him, silently following him, clumsily holding her sincere heart, clumsily expressing her love to the whole world.
Fu Hansheng would occasionally accept it, but most of the time, he ignored her.
Shen Yutang never felt discouraged; she would only try even harder to please him, pestering him to accept the water.
He had grown accustomed to it.
“Oh my…” Su Ruanruan widened her innocent eyes. “Sister Yutang actually went to give water to He Jin… Is she trying to pursue He Jin too?”
Her words were cleverly phrased,
giving the impression that Shen Yutang was fickle and promiscuous.
Fu Hansheng scoffed, his voice icy. “How could she possibly pursue someone else?”
His tone carried a hint of nonchalance, as if he hadn’t taken the words to heart at all, but the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, chilling those nearby to the point of shivering.
Qi Lin noticed his low mood and couldn’t help but ask quietly, “Brother Han, are you unhappy?”
Ever since Shen Yutang cheered for He Jin, Fu Hansheng’s mood had been off.
“Overthinking it,” Fu Hansheng said with a frosty expression.
He acted as if he didn’t care about Shen Yutang at all, his tone cold and aloof:
“What reason would I have to be unhappy? It’s best if she stays far away from me, so she doesn’t annoy me.”