Was she really that fond of looking at men?
Xi Chenzhou casually tapped into a male streamer’s profile and scrolled through the pinned video.
A effeminate-looking guy did a street dance routine, thrusting his hips like he was having an electric shock.
The comment section was full of bold remarks.
Suddenly, his fingertip paused mid-scroll, his pupils slightly contracting.
He saw the comment posted by “PurePureLovesMeat,” with over four hundred likes.
【Bless me with a boyfriend like this, or if not, let me win a hundred million in the lottery.】
He stared at that line for a few seconds.
His gaze darkened slightly.
Then the corner of his mouth curled in a sarcastic tug, and he casually tossed his phone onto the bed.
The phone bounced once on the sheets and slid over to the pillow.
Feeling a bit irritated, he leaned forward, grabbed the towel draped over the chair back, roughly dried his hair a few times, then tossed it back and flopped backward onto the bed.
After a while, still annoyed.
He grabbed his phone and opened Douyin.
He picked a live photo of himself doing push-ups and posted it.
After posting, he scrolled through his phone for a long time. A few other accounts joked around under his live photo, calling him “hubby” and asking him to show his face.
He frowned deeply at the sight and directly blocked those accounts.
…
Lin Xuechun was feeling a bit sleepy today. After scrolling through a few handsome guys with abs, her eyelids started drooping.
Before long, the phone slipped from her hand and landed beside her pillow, her eyes fully closing.
She fell asleep.
Completely unaware that the ksmk123 account she followed had just posted new content.
Time flew by to Friday.
In the days in between, she had several consecutive days of intensive major courses, plus learning editing and filming. Lin Xuechun was so exhausted she had no time to scroll through handsome guys.
She also hadn’t run into Xi Chenzhou in class.
At noon, after class ended.
Lin Xuechun and Zhou Xinran went to the cafeteria for lunch.
Thinking about the group meeting tomorrow, Zhou Xinran suddenly gave her a suggestive wink: “Babe, you need to bring your A-game for the group assignment tomorrow.”
“Huh?” Lin Xuechun widened her eyes, pure confusion written in them. “You want to go for the scholarship? If you want to boost your grades, then I’ll step it up and not hold you back.”
Her mom had pushed her to the brink in high school. She’d barely scraped into Peking University with all her energy spent, and in college, she just wanted to coast.
Zhou Xinran wasn’t a grade-grubber either—besides classes, she was all about dating. That’s why the two of them got along so well—they were both pretty laid-back.
She thought Zhou Xinran didn’t care about credits, as long as she passed.
“Wake up, babe. Stop thinking about the assignment,” Zhou Xinran said, looking at her like she was talking nonsense. “I’m talking about you needing to bring your A-game when you’re with Xi Chenzhou tomorrow. Tease him, flirt with him, lock him down ASAP.”
Huh?
Lin Xuechun snapped back to reality and voiced a new confusion: “How do I tease him?”
She had no real-world experience. She only talked big.
And even then, it was online, hiding behind a burner account.
Zhou Xinran shook her head in frustration: “Babe, you’re too innocent. You don’t even know how to flirt with a guy.”
Lin Xuechun blushed a little at her words—not from shyness, but from guilt.
Only she knew how unhinged she was online.
She wasn’t innocent at all.
She was just more timid in real life, plus she was a hardcore looks-obsessive, and her innocent face gave her an unfair advantage.
“It’s fine, babe. Honestly, with your face and body, you don’t need to learn any of that. If I were you, I can’t even imagine how wild I’d be living.” Zhou Xinran comforted her while also sighing in admiration.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Lin Xuechun choked on her bold statement, a hint of red spreading at the corners of her eyes.
Zhou Xinran was completely unbothered: “I’m being serious, babe. When you run into a total hottie, who wouldn’t want to go at it like crazy a few times, hahaha…”
Lin Xuechun teased back: “Why don’t you go try it then? I’ll cover for you.”
“Eh, I’ll pass…” Zhou Xinran shrank her neck. “I’m not tired of Xu Yang yet.”
“Cough, cough, cough—”
Lin Xuechun choked again at her bold words.
She talked big online; Zhou Xinran talked big in real life.
No wonder they got along so well.
Lin Xuechun looked at her with a gaze full of mutual appreciation, but unfortunately Zhou Xinran didn’t see it. Her peripheral vision suddenly caught something, and she quickly signaled Lin Xuechun with her eyes: “Stop laughing, babe. Look over there.”
Huh?
Lin Xuechun followed her gaze.
Two rows of tables away, Xi Chenzhou was standing there holding a tray, his gaze sweeping between the tables as if looking for a seat.
He was very tall, wearing a black Fear of God hoodie. His frame filled out the loose clothing impressively, with broad shoulders, and the hoodie’s drawstrings hung loosely at his neck, one side longer than the other.
Above that was a stretch of fair, powerful neck—the cold pale skin contrasting sharply with the black hoodie—and above that, his sharp, rebellious face, standing out strikingly in the crowd.
Beside him was another guy of similar height, probably a classmate. The guy found a spot and waved him over.
He walked over and sat down, placing his tray and chopsticks on the table. He reached up and rolled his sleeves, then unhurriedly picked up the chopsticks from the edge of the tray, lowered his head slightly, and began to eat.
The prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his handsome face expressionless. Even just casually eating, he exuded an inexplicable sexual tension.
Almost every girl around was stealing glances at him, some openly, some covertly.
Suddenly.
As if sensing something, he lifted his eyelids and cast a glance straight ahead.
Lin Xuechun, who had been watching him, was caught red-handed.
She immediately averted her eyes, quickly lowering her head, using her chopsticks to pick up rice from her plate and shove it into her mouth, pretending she had only glanced over casually and hadn’t been staring at him.
She kept stuffing food into her mouth, cheeks puffed full, the tips of her ears still tinged with a faint, lingering blush.
She didn’t realize it herself, but from Xi Chenzhou’s perspective, her guilt was painfully obvious.
“See someone you know?”
Shen Yu noticed Xi Chenzhou had been staring in a certain direction for several seconds, and followed his gaze. His eyes lit up instantly. “Holy shit, I see my goddess!”
What?
Xi Chenzhou raised an eyebrow, looking at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu said excitedly, “Lin Xuechun from the School of Media. Haven’t you seen the campus confession wall? Guys post her photos every single day. She’s just too low-key—doesn’t really participate in activities, never joined the student union. A lot of people don’t even know someone like her exists at this school.”
Xi Chenzhou: “You know her?”
Shen Yu scratched his head. “Ah, I know her, but she doesn’t know me.”
“Oh, unrequited love, huh.” Xi Chenzhou’s tone dragged slightly at the end, carrying a lazy, knowing air.
“Right in the heart, Zhou-ge.” Shen Yu made an exaggerated wounded expression, then caught something in his peripheral vision. “Hey, Zhou-ge, look over there. Gong Shaoyang from the School of Physical Education—we played basketball with him last time. He’s been chasing my goddess lately.”
Xi Chenzhou picked up a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks, chewing slowly and unhurriedly. Only after swallowing did he lift his gaze and glance over lazily.
The guy had an American-style spiked haircut, decked out in trendy streetwear, with logos practically screaming to be printed on his forehead.
So trendy it was practically a disease.
“Holy shit, he’s heading toward my goddess. Tsk, what a shameless bastard. He always eats at the second cafeteria—he must have found out somewhere that my goddess came to the first one and rushed over.”
“He’s sitting right next to my goddess!”
Shen Yu’s gaze tracked Gong Shaoyang’s movements, narrating in real time.
“That Gong Shaoyang is a real piece of work. At the start of the semester, I was pulling an all-nighter at the internet cafe near campus and saw him walk into the Quanji Hotel next door with a girl. It hasn’t even been a month and now he’s got his eyes on my goddess. She’d better keep her eyes wide open and not fall for his tricks.”
Xi Chenzhou’s chopsticks paused briefly, and he lifted his gaze toward that direction.