Chapter 104: Confession Failed?

"The confession is too..."

Jiang Mengyuan's voice was very soft; Xu Heng didn't hear clearly what she said after that: "Too what?"

"Too perfunctory," Jiang Mengyuan said softly, biting her lip.

Xu Heng retorted: "Then do you mean that if I confess sincerely once, you'll accept?"

Jiang Mengyuan thought for a moment, a flash of slyness suddenly appearing in her eyes: "Yes, but only if I'm satisfied."

Xu Heng couldn't help but say with amusement: "No backing out."

Confessing to Jiang Mengyuan was just an accident; he hadn't actually considered the situation where Jiang Mengyuan would accept.

But then again, he had always liked Jiang Mengyuan; firstly, he liked her current shy and cute personality, and secondly, they were very familiar in his past life, and if it weren't for the fact that he had been fixated on Ying Ziyun in his past life, he might have really pursued Jiang Mengyuan.

And since heaven had given him a second chance, Xu Heng hesitated for only a second, thinking of Liu Yiyan, but quickly cast it to the back of his mind.

Dating isn't the same as actually getting married; feelings between men and women are sometimes not particularly long-lasting.

Already harboring the mindset of a scumbag, Xu Heng directly took Jiang Mengyuan's soft little hand: "Follow me."

"Huh?" Jiang Mengyuan was still dazed when she was pulled by Xu Heng and ran toward the outside of the school.

Chang Lingling was left dumbfounded behind them and hurriedly shouted: "Senior, what about me?"

"Go back to the dormitory yourself!"

In the auditorium after the curtain call, about a dozen lower-year students from the Student Union remained to clean up.

Watching the back of Fan Xi as she busied herself with those people, Zhao Gaoyang wiped the nervous sweat from his palms and walked behind her in two or three strides.

"Class Monitor, still busy?"

Fan Xi looked up, saw it was Zhao Gaoyang, and lowered her head again to mop the floor.

"Yeah, the auditorium is quite large, and after cleaning it up, there are those performance props to pack away."

"Let me help you," Zhao Gaoyang said.

"No need, this is the duty of the Student Union members," Fan Xi politely refused.

Zhao Gaoyang fidgeted for a long time, and finally, after hesitating for a long while, said: "Class Monitor, I have something I want to tell you; can we take a break first? Let's go outside and talk."

"If you have something to say, just say it here; we have to finish cleaning the auditorium before the doors are locked tonight," Fan Xi said without even lifting her head.

Zhao Gaoyang looked around to make sure no one was walking this way, then gathered his courage and spoke his heart: "Fan Xi! I like you! Give me a chance!"

This wasn't his first time confessing; he had confessed once last year, but he was rejected very quickly.

But that time, he had confessed in front of many people in a joking tone; not only did Fan Xi not take it seriously, but he hadn't taken it seriously himself either.

But this time was different; Zhao Gaoyang had carefully prepared a gift for a long time, and he had also earned several hundred yuan in the stock market. He felt he had the ability now, and his courage had grown along with it.

Actually, he knew his relationship with Fan Xi hadn't reached the point where he could confess, but he couldn't wait anymore.

He wasn't as handsome as Xu Heng or Cheng Huaiyu, nor was he as rich as Sheng Bo; he was just an ordinary, plain village boy. If he didn't take the initiative, he wouldn't have any chance at all.

So yesterday, he specifically spent one hundred yuan to buy a necklace at the pedestrian street, and today he bought a bouquet of roses at the flower shop by the school gate.

This was a real confession; it had to have flowers, a gift, a large space, and a sincere heart.

Zhao Gaoyang considered his preparation perfect; when he took out the flowers, he felt like the male lead in a TV drama.

But what responded to him was the female lead's cold rejection.

"Sorry Zhao Gaoyang, you are a good person, but I only treat you as a classmate. I don't have any feelings of liking for you; forgive me for being unable to accept."

"But..."

Zhao Gaoyang still wanted to say something, but Fan Xi interrupted him again: "A twisted melon is not sweet; it is impossible between us."

She put the mop in her hand into the bucket: "I already said when you confessed before that I don't want to date in college. Even setting aside my attitude toward you, I wouldn't accept your confession."

Zhao Gaoyang gritted his teeth and still didn't give up: "But you aren't like this toward Xu Heng. If it were Xu Heng standing here right now and he confessed to you, would you refuse?"

Fan Xi was stunned and suddenly fell silent.

Seeing her expression, Zhao Gaoyang immediately understood something and said indignantly: "So everything you said was just an excuse to put me off, right? All that about not wanting to date in college is a lie; you just don't want to date me. Am I really that bad? Am I not even half as good as Xu Heng?"

After being rejected for the second time, Zhao Gaoyang understood everything; Fan Xi truly had no intention of liking him at all.

He threw the roses on the ground in a fit of anger and stormed off.

He thought that if he stayed in front of her, his last bit of dignity would be trampled upon, so it would be better to leave on his own initiative, at least to preserve a man's final face.

He was very angry, but the anger was only a part of it; more of it was shame, embarrassment, and the unwillingness of being rejected twice.

Zhao Gaoyang couldn't figure out where he was so inferior, and he didn't want to think about it anymore; he made up his mind to make Fan Xi regret it!

Regret it thoroughly!

He would learn from Xu Heng, work hard to make money, package himself, and wait until Fan Xi discovered he had become more outstanding and came to him in regret; at that time, he would reject Fan Xi without mercy.

Zhao Gaoyang hid in a corner outside the auditorium door, wiping away tears, thinking viciously in his heart.

But the more he thought this way, the more uncomfortable and painful he felt in his heart.

As a man, the girl he liked didn't like him, but liked his roommate instead.

Too painful! Too painful!

Zhao Gaoyang sobbed, and it wasn't until very late, when Nanyuan Road was empty, that he returned to the dormitory in a daze.

Sheng Bo and the others didn't know what had happened to Zhao Gaoyang that day; they only knew that after that day, Zhao Gaoyang gradually became reticent. Previously, when Cheng Huaiyu asked him to play games, he would always happily agree.

But later, Zhao Gaoyang couldn't be seen in the dormitory every other day, and the only time he could be seen, he was holding a second-hand laptop and looking at stock market trends.

When Cheng Huaiyu asked him if he wanted to play games, he would shake his head and say he had things to do.

The number of people from the club coming to participate in activities also decreased because of this.

Of course, Zhao Gaoyang's affairs couldn't affect others; Cheng Huaiyu and the others' college life continued as it always had.

At the same time that Zhao Gaoyang was rejected by Fan Xi, Xu Heng had already taken Jiang Mengyuan's hand and arrived at the banks of the Qinhuai River.

The Qinhuai River at night is one of the most beautiful places in Jinling.

The lights on both banks of the Qinhuai River shone brilliantly, and pleasure boats sailed past the riverbanks, carrying throngs of pedestrians.

Looking from the east, the ancient building complex of the Confucius Temple stood on the north bank; even with the rapid urbanization of Jinling today, the Qinhuai River still allows one to catch a glimpse of the prosperity of the ancient capital of ten dynasties.

Jiang Mengyuan had been in Jinling for over a month and had not yet set foot in this area.

She gazed blankly at the river surface reflecting the lights and buildings.

Xu Heng hurried over from not far away, holding a bunch of white jasmine flowers, and gave an awkward smile.

"The flower shop closed too late; I borrowed these from someone's restaurant. Although they aren't roses, the flower language seems pretty good too. Can we make do with these?"

It was the first time Jiang Mengyuan had seen him looking so foolish, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"It's you confessing, not me, so why are you asking for my opinion?"

"That's true." Xu Heng rubbed his chin, nodded, and said to her, "Then, cute, beautiful, and charming junior Jiang Mengyuan, I like you. Please let me be your boyfriend, can I?"

"That's not enough," Jiang Mengyuan said with a radiant smile.

Xu Heng looked at the girl before him, suddenly stepped forward, reached out to take off her glasses, and then lowered his head to kiss her red lips.