The round-framed girl didn’t speak loudly, but her words struck Song Yihan’s heart like a heavy bell, making it ache.
Had Gu Zhe… already lost all hope in her?
“If you really want to save your relationship, there are two things you absolutely must do!”
“First, cut off all those messy, ambiguous ties with your male friends.”
“Second, change that condescending attitude of yours. You two are a couple—you’re equals! Sometimes, the way you treat Gu Zhe makes it seem like he’s some servant who comes when called and leaves when dismissed!”
“Otherwise, even if the Emperor himself came down, he wouldn’t be able to save your love!”
With that, the girl pulled down her curtain, refusing to say another word to Song Yihan.
“I…”
Song Yihan looked around anxiously at her two other roommates, but they did the same thing—curtains drawn, completely shutting her out.
If your values don’t align, there’s no need to force a connection.
Did she really have to give up her friendship with Duan Mingdong… for Gu Zhe?
Lying in bed, Song Yihan couldn’t sleep all night. Memories of her time with Gu Zhe played over and over in her mind like a movie on rewind. She didn’t know when she finally drifted off.
In her dream, Gu Zhe stood there with a bouquet of flowers, smiling gently at her just like he used to. As she ran toward him, ready to pour out her feelings and grievances, another girl suddenly appeared—elegant and beautiful.
That girl snatched the flowers from Gu Zhe and, right before her eyes, embraced him.
What crushed Song Yihan the most was when the two of them slowly leaned in, as if they were about to kiss!
“No!”
With a cry of anguish, Song Yihan sat bolt upright in bed. Even though the weather wasn’t hot, she was covered in fragrant sweat.
She couldn’t allow something like that to happen. Even if she had to lower her pride, even if she had to take the initiative and bow her head to Gu Zhe!
She gently tapped the headboard of the bed next to hers.
The girl with glasses, half-asleep, poked her head out from behind the curtain in confusion. “You need something?”
“Thank you for what you said last night. It helped me realize a lot.”
“Today, I’ll give Gu Zhe a proper chance!”
After saying that, Song Yihan excitedly rushed to wash up and get dressed.
The glasses girl yawned, “Well, if she figured things out, I guess that’s a good thing.”
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What did she mean by she would give Gu Zhe a chance?
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Inside a classroom at Jiang University, students arriving for the 8 AM class were already busy.
Some were shoveling tea eggs, meat buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks into their mouths. Others were trying to chat up the few girls in the class. Some were mashing Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V as fast as they could to finish their homework at the last minute.
Meanwhile, Zhao Si was nervously leaning over Gu Zhe’s desk.
“Brother Zhe, are you really sure about this? You know what kind of rigid guy Old Chen is. He’s definitely going to make things difficult for you today.”
Watching Gu Zhe work on some code that Zhao Si already couldn’t understand, he felt uneasy.
“Relax. I guarantee Old Chen’s eyes are going to pop out of his head.”
Gu Zhe was full of confidence.
He had spent several late nights on this. Even though the full project was still a prototype, the core code was finished and ran without issue.
After all, in his past life, he had been a top tech lead at a major corporation.
If he couldn’t impress an old-school professor after time-traveling back with ten years of industry knowledge and experience, then all those tens of thousands of lines of code he had written might as well have been for nothing.
“Hmph. I don’t see any real skills, just a lot of big talk.”
“Professor Chen worked in the R&D departments of several multinational companies. Your little tricks are nothing in his eyes!”
An annoying voice came from the aisle. Duan Mingdong stood there, sulking, craning his neck to sneak peeks at Gu Zhe’s screen like a rooster trying to peck at seeds without being caught.
Zhao Si narrowed his eyes and sneered, “Yo, Duan Mingdong, I remember last class when he called out your homework for being copied—you were cursing him under your breath the whole time, weren’t you?”
“What happened? Why the sudden transformation into Professor Chen’s loyal fanboy?”
Anyone with a brain could see what was going on. Duan Mingdong didn’t care about Chen Guangxue—he just wanted someone to put Gu Zhe in his place. Whoever could do that, he’d cozy up to.
“You—you’re talking nonsense! When did I ever say anything bad about Professor Chen?”
Another student joined in, teasing, “Speaking of, for this group project, if Gu Zhe hadn’t helped you and Song Yihan, did you just copy something off the internet again?” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Duan Mingdong coughed awkwardly, clearly lacking confidence. “Come on, it’s software stuff… it’s not copying, it’s referencing, referencing…”
For a moment, the room was filled with laughter.
Just then, a beautiful figure walked into the classroom.
Though not dressed to the nines, it was obvious Song Yihan had put thought into her appearance today.
Her stylish JK uniform dress paired with her delicate, youthful features made her stand out as a true beauty.
In a male-dominated computer science class, the second she entered, the playful chatter stopped. Everyone stared.
Sure, many people thought Song Yihan had a problematic personality—but still…
Sometimes, morality lost to a pretty face.
“Hey, Song… Song Yihan, you look amazing today!”
A guy in the front row tried to greet her, but she walked right past him, holding her head high like a proud swan, heading straight in one direction.
Every head and every pair of eyes turned with her steps. She was the undeniable center of attention.
Duan Mingdong, who had just been wondering how to save face in front of everyone, suddenly perked up.
What, you all think you’re so great because you can code or run projects?
So what?
You can’t even talk to girls without stuttering!
Now look at him—Duan Mingdong—with such a gorgeous girl by his side, who wouldn’t be jealous?
“Hanyan, you didn’t catch a cold last night, did you? That dress looks amazing on you, I…”
Song Yihan glanced at Duan Mingdong, hesitation flashing in her eyes.
Her three roommates, all sitting not far away, looked over at her at the same time and instinctively shook their heads.
Would she choose the flawless, outstanding boyfriend… or the freeloading, flattering male best friend?
It all depended on that one moment of decision.