[Big Brother, the new little skirt just arrived. Does it look good? OvO]
Attached was a photo of a leg posing in a sailor suit skirt. The slender, well-proportioned legs clad in white silk stockings were affectedly pressed together, revealing a faint flesh tone through a thin layer of sheer gauze, accented with lace trim and bows.
With a subtle filter adjustment, the image was both pure and seductive.
Any normal straight man would reply after seeing this.
Yet for half an hour, the other person did not reply with a single punctuation mark.
“Is he really that hard to hook?”
Xie Ran used two fingers on the touch screen to zoom in on the leg photo sent in the WeChat chat interface, carefully checking if there was anything wrong with the picture.
Why wasn’t the other side replying?
Could it be that they realized at a glance it was an internet image?
Nearly a month had passed since he added the person.
During this time, he provided meticulous care, acted cute, and coaxed the person every day, but the other party’s attitude remained so cold that they never replied to a message.
“Could it be that he doesn’t like the cute soft-girl type?” Xie Ran clicked his tongue twice, offering a sharp critique, “So picky.”
At that moment, his cousin Xie Xuan sent a message on WeChat:
[Little Xie.]
[Any progress?]
Xie Ran sent over a screenshot of his simpy chat history.
The blue chat bubbles looked quite remarkable.
They were densely packed with his self-respect.
Xie Xuan: [I told you my male god isn’t a jerk. A bet is a bet, so hurry up and buy me a fully-loaded Buff keyboard!]
Xie Ran tapped the input method keyboard to type a reply: [Three months aren’t up yet. Don’t be in such a hurry.]
He looked unhurried on the surface, but deep down, he had already chewed out the so-called male god from head to toe.
His cousin was flirting with him like this, and he still wasn’t responding.
What a tough guy.
If he hadn’t been worried that Xie Xuan was walking down the wrong path, would he have gone to such great lengths to test the guy?
This story was a bit long.
During a family gathering some time ago, Xie Xuan asked him if he knew He Ruizhe from the physical education department.
She said that when she and her best friends went out to play last time, someone accidentally threw a ball off target and almost hit her. A handsome guy then casually raised his hand to catch the ball and held it in his arms.
To thank him, she treated him to milk tea and even asked for his contact information.
The heart-fluttering feelings of a young girl were written all over her face.
You must know that his cousin’s usual hobby was wandering across various websites writing novels, and her standards were exceptionally high. She would never care about any human being or animal of the male gender in real life.
Two-dimensional paper characters were her dream idols whose images would never collapse.
In front of elders in the past, she even dropped a classic line: “Dating is not as good as reading a few more dismemberment cases.”
Yet now, she inexplicably came out with a male god.
Coincidentally, Xie Ran had heard of someone named He Ruizhe in the physical education department.
However, he was completely different from the aloof, quiet male god walking straight out of an anime as described by Xie Xuan.
The guy was a notorious playboy with a reputation outside, looking more handsome than ordinary people while having a playful and rather improper personality.
Word had it that he had dated several girlfriends, taking each one to a hotel within less than a month of dating, and then giving them the cold shoulder to break up once he scouted out his next target. However, after breaking up, he would always give huge separation fees.
Back when Xie Ran played basketball with the folks from the physical education department, he had witnessed a cute and soft girl walk right up and slap He Ruizhe across the face.
Xie Xuan clearly didn’t believe it.
She even claimed that he was slandering her male god’s appearance and character.
To prove that he was right, Xie Ran decided to take personal risks and gather evidence that He Ruizhe was a jerk.
The two even placed a bet on this: if the guy truly wasn’t a jerk, Xie Ran would spend around a thousand bucks to buy Xie Xuan the keyboard she desperately wanted; if he really was a jerk, Xie Xuan would sponsor him two thousand for a camera.
Unexpectedly, from the moment He Ruizhe accepted the friend request until now nearly a month later, the guy hadn’t bothered with him at all.
Xie Ran inquired: [Are you sure you didn’t give me the wrong QQ number?]
Xie Xuan replied: [I gave it to us in person, so of course it’s right.]
Then she sent another sentence: [Just waiting for you to buy me the Buff keyboard.]
[Keep dreaming.]
[You wait to sponsor me 2000 for the camera lens.]
Xie Ran exited WeChat and returned to the QQ chat interface with He Ruizhe.
Since he had personally jumped into the water to collect evidence, how could a mere playboy like He Ruizhe possibly escape the palm of his hand?
Suddenly, a cold voice called his name.
“Xie Ran.”
Hearing this, Xie Ran raised his head.
He saw his new roommate, who had moved into the dorm a month ago, standing at the balcony door.
The other person had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was not yet completely dry, with fine damp tips hanging down to cover his forehead.
Pitch-black pupils, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.
His stern, refined facial features always gave off an aloof vibe.
He wore a simple black T-shirt, revealing flat, sunken collarbones at the neckline, and loose gray sweatpants hung lazily around his waist.
Even Xie Ran, who thought he looked handsome every time he looked in the mirror, couldn’t help but praise that guy’s face for being truly stunning.
Then, he silently added to what he was thinking just a moment ago.
Unless it was Jiang Xu.
An aloof male god who was so asexual that he rarely spoke to girls, yet possessed an enviable popularity with the opposite sex.
“You can go take a shower in ten minutes,” Jiang Xu said to Xie Ran as he walked into the dorm while wiping his hair.
When he raised his hand, he inadvertently tugged at his clothes, faintly revealing well-defined abdominal muscles.
Xie Ran lazily lifted his eyelids, his gaze drawn to the other man’s firm, narrow waist.
Who would have thought that someone who spent year-round in the laboratory would actually have such a good figure?
“Okay.” Xie Ran looked away.
Pondering thoughtfully, he reached out and touched his own slender abdomen, which had faint outlines.
His figure was actually quite decent, too.
Jiang Xu noticed Xie Ran’s gaze and actions, suppressing the corners of his lips as they threatened to curve upward.
He walked over to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Casually, he hung the towel he used for drying his hair onto an empty hanger.
His phone, resting on the desk, vibrated, and a WeChat friend sent him a message.
He Ruizhe: [Bro, did you use my name as a shield again? Haozi told me yesterday that last month when you guys went to play basketball near Chunhe Road, you met a few pretty girls and even added their contact info.]
[You gave them mine, so why didn’t you give them my contact info?]
Jiang Xu slowly typed a reply: [Don’t ask.]
Tricking people was one thing, but how could he push a young girl into a fire pit?
He Ruizhe: [Haozi said a little girl has been messaging you continuously for a month, calling you ‘big brother’ this and ‘big brother’ that. He said you didn’t delete her, and she’ll definitely win you over within three months. I don’t believe it, so the two of us placed a bet.]
Jiang Xu couldn’t be bothered to read the string of messages sent by his cousin, when right at that moment, the phone Xie Ran left on the desk rang.
“Ring, ring.”
The vibration and ringtone went on and off in intervals.
The phone’s owner was standing on the balcony finishing up gathering clothes and had just stepped into the bathroom.
Seeing this, Jiang Xu stood up, walked over to Xie Ran’s desk, and glanced at the caller ID displayed on top.
A string of virtual numbers.
It looked like a promotional advertising call. Finding it noisy, he hung up directly.
Xie Ran’s phone didn’t have a password lock screen, and in the next second, it jumped back to the QQ chat interface.
Jiang Xu had no desire to pry into someone else’s privacy, but his ability to capture key points was exceptionally strong. With a single glance, he spotted the latest message sent atop the blue chat bubble frame.
[Big brother, why are you so aloof QAQ?]
Big brother?
The chat contents included a leg photo wearing white silk and lace trim, which had been sent out from Xie Ran’s side.
The intimate, clingy duplicated characters and cute tone caused obscure waves to churn in the depths of Jiang Xu’s eyes.
The opponent’s avatar looked very familiar.
With a light tap of his index finger, he entered the profile.
Jiang Xu stared at the profile information and fell into deep thought.
This was not his burner account, was it?