Chapter 32: Zhao Gaoyang Hosts a Treat

On a summer night, a cool breeze blew across the windowsill; Ying Ziyun was wiping her hair while staring blankly at the table.

It had already been three days since returning to school, and ever since Xu Heng said a few words to her while sitting on the same bus last time, the two had lost contact again.

She did not send messages to Xu Heng, and Xu Heng truly did not send messages to her either.

Clearly, during the last semester, Xu Heng would send her a message every few minutes, asking what she was doing, if she had eaten, if she slept well, or inviting her out for a meal or a date.

It was the same after they broke up, lasting for many days, even to the point of making her feel annoyed.

In the end, she would always coldly reply, "Busy," "Not going," or "Stop pestering me."

But even when treated with such cold eyes, Xu Heng would still continue to ask with a cheeky grin, "Where did I make you unhappy?" or "What are you dissatisfied with me about? Can't I just change it?"

Ying Ziyun had probably grown accustomed to his temper and attitude, so she simply ignored him, only watching the unread messages on QQ pile up day by day, into a mountain.

Then, suddenly, from a certain day.

It seemed to be the very day she saw Xu Heng escorting another girl back to her dormitory.

Xu Heng never sent her messages again, nor did he ask about this or that, or come to wait for her downstairs at the dormitory to pester her every day.

From that moment on, Ying Ziyun thought she had found relief, finally no longer having to be harassed by this childish big boy, and could spend the rest of her university time freely.

It should have been like that, indeed...

However, the more Xu Heng did not send her messages, the more lost she felt; the feeling of loss was just like those unread messages, slowly piling up, piling into a mountain, more and more.

But since the ex-boyfriend had let go, then she, the ex-girlfriend who had taken the initiative to propose the breakup, should also let go.

So Ying Ziyun spent an entire summer vacation gradually emptying out her negative emotions; she thought she had already emptied out these negative emotions.

As it turned out, on September 1st, Xu Heng only needed less than a few minutes to shatter her psychological defenses.

Seeing Xu Heng become mature and reliable, starting to learn how to manage his external image, she should have given him her blessings; why then did she feel sad in her heart?

After thinking about it for a day in the dormitory, she understood.

Because a Xu Heng like this no longer belonged to her.

He was someone else's boyfriend.

Go and chase Xu Heng back? That was impossible; Ying Ziyun could not bring herself to do that.

Then wish Xu Heng and that girl a hundred years of harmony and a perfect entry into the halls of marriage? Thinking of this, Ying Ziyun's breathing quickened a little.

Having been the pride of heaven since childhood, surrounded by stars like the moon, Ying Ziyun, who was a focal point wherever she went, felt lost for the first time.

She did not know what she should do.

In the past, if she said she was thirsty, someone would hand her water; if she said she was hungry, someone would immediately send her food or snacks.

An Ying Ziyun like this did not know what "taking the initiative" meant at all; she had always passively enjoyed the benefits brought by her grades and appearance.

But when the halo faded away, she realized that everything behind it was Xu Heng working tirelessly without complaint.

The more Ying Ziyun thought about it, the sadder she became; after all, no matter how mature she was, she was still a twenty-year-old girl.

"Damn it! I'm truly impressed; last year they said they'd fix the private shower, fix the private shower—damn it, to this day there hasn't even been a fart."

Dan Yuyue walked into the dormitory swinging her long legs, cursing and swearing, her face full of anger.

The round-faced girl sitting near the balcony in the dormitory laughed: "Who is it that made Miss Dan angry again?"

"There's this little bitch who took my shampoo and wouldn't admit it, asking me why I said that bottle of shampoo was mine; it made me laugh with anger." As Dan Yuyue spoke, she placed the L'Oréal Paris from her basket onto the bookshelf.

"Then didn't you get it back?"

"If I grab her hair, can she not give it back?"

Dan Yuyue glanced at the dazed Ying Ziyun, then covered her face and mimicked that girl's tone, saying sarcastically: "You are a high-quality student from a 985 university, how can you be so rude? I'm going to tell your counselor about this~ Heh, I never talk about quality with people who have none."

"What if she really tells the counselor?"

The round-faced girl was named Dong Xinxin; her personality was relatively obedient, and she still had a bit of awe for managers like counselors.

But Dan Yuyue sneered at this with disdain: "If she really wants to report it, let her go; I just grabbed her hair, at most it's just a verbal reprimand or writing a small essay, but it won't be so easy for her to muddle through stealing things."

In any university, even a bottom-tier third-tier college, stealing things is a major problem with a student's moral character, basically requiring a major demerit, and if it's serious, it might even be announced to the whole school.

So Dan Yuyue not only didn't need to fear that girl, but rather that girl should fear her reporting it.

After finishing the chat about what happened at the bathhouse, Dan Yuyue started to turn the topic toward Ying Ziyun.

"Yunyun, how is it with that infatuated man lately? Have you gotten back together?"

Ying Ziyun did not speak.

"I heard Xu Heng begged to get back together for over a month and then gave up after realizing there was no chance?" She asked with a smile, but Ying Ziyun remained silent.

Another girl in the dormitory named Wang Yi said: "Yueyue, stop talking; Ziyun has been in a bad mood these past two days."

"Oh my, oh my, the simp is gone, so of course the mood is bad." Dan Yuyue was a typical person who spoke with thorns, kicking someone while they were down without any concealment.

When she first started university, her way of dressing had been criticized quite a bit by Ying Ziyun, saying things like she dressed too revealingly, not to always think about fishing for a rich bachelor every day, that we university students should mainly focus on studying hard...

Hahaha, it was too funny.

This was the first time from childhood to adulthood that Dan Yuyue had heard someone educate her like a biological father or mother.

Unfortunately, Mother Ying also had moments of misstep, having angered the simp away!

Dan Yuyue said in a sweet, affected voice: "Sigh, Yunyun is still the best, being able to make Xu Heng still simp for over a month after breaking up; I can't compare to that, I have to deliberate for half a day just to ask Cheng Huaiyu for a few hundred yuan of jewelry~ If I also angered Cheng Huaiyu away, wouldn't we sisters all become flowers without cow dung to insert into? Don't you think so, Yunyun?"

Ying Ziyun kept a cold face and left the dormitory.

Dan Yuyue made a face at her back.

"Yueyue, don't talk about Ziyun like that; I feel like Ziyun has her own hidden difficulties," Dong Xinxin couldn't help but say.

"The stinky rock still thinks she's a treasure~" Dan Yuyue said with disdain, "If you ask me, Xu Heng had the worst luck dating her; a girlfriend who doesn't even know how to act coquettishly, like a stone woman, there's no fun in falling in love."

After finishing, she turned around and asked: "Cheng Huaiyu's roommate is hosting a treat tomorrow, are you guys going?"

"Cheng Huaiyu's roommate? Xu Heng?" When freshman year first started, the two dormitories had a mixer, so Dong Xinxin knew Xu Heng was Cheng Huaiyu's roommate.

But Dan Yuyue shook her head: "Not Xu Heng; since Xu Heng and Ying Ziyun have fallen out, how could he still invite us to dinner."

"Then who is it?"

"Zhao Gaoyang," Dan Yuyue said nonchalantly, applying nail polish to her fingers.

"Him?" Dong Xinxin recalled that dark-skinned village lad dressed in cheap street-stall clothes, her face full of astonishment.