Chapter 40: Bad Girl (3k Request for Follow)

KTVs around the university mostly cater to budget customers, and since Xucheng College borders a village, the quality of the KTVs at its entrance is obvious.

When Chen Yansen pushed open the door to the private room, a 50-inch screen came into view; the microphone was wired, its long cord coiled across the floor.

Tang Zhenzhe gripped the microphone and sang Jay Chou’s “Ice Rain” with deep emotion.

“This kid’s hopeless—singing ‘Ice Rain’ won’t help you flirt with girls.”

Chen Yansen silently shook his head.

It was 2010; girls were obsessed with Li Yuchun, Jay Chou, Liang Jingru, and BY2; even the bare minimum was singing songs by QQ’s three giants—singing “Ice Rain” made girls feel like they were singing with their elders.

“Sen-ge, you finally showed up! What song do you want? I’ll pick it for you.” Meng Xibo jumped to his feet with a grin.

“Sen-ge!”

“Chen classmate, you’re here!”

The others also warmly greeted him.

“Sorry, I had something this afternoon—made you wait. Keep singing, I’ll just sit down and have a drink.”

Chen Yansen waved his hand, offering an excuse.

He sat at the edge of the sofa, several meters away from the girls, clearly uninterested in them.

After hanging up with Song Yuncheng, call after call came in.

Chen Yansen stepped out to answer a few, then grew tired of the hassle and replied via text: “Meet me at 9 a.m. tomorrow, second floor of the Innovation Park.”

“Who do you like to sing? I’ll sing with you?”

At some point, Su Meiling quietly sat beside Chen Yansen, speaking softly.

Today she’d worn a lace short skirt, revealing long, straight legs; her top was a white chiffon blouse, hinting at her curves—this pure-yet-sexy style easily made young boys lose their heads.

Chen Yansen glanced at her casually and shook his head lightly: “You guys play, don’t mind me.”

It wasn’t that Su Meiling wasn’t beautiful—back in his past life, he’d dated several girls like her, gentle and sweet, but within weeks, they all wanted to marry him and have kids.

Isn’t just dating enough?

He fundamentally disliked this type of girl.

“Hehe, Sen-ge, you’re here now—sitting around all the time is boring. What song do you want? I’ll pick it!”

After finishing the chorus, Tang Zhenzhe put down the mic and grinned, urging him.

Judging by his expression, he thought his performance had gone well—especially impressing Su Meiling.

Zhu Xiaopeng, Meng Xibo, and Wang Zhengqiang joined in, egging him on; in their eyes, Chen Yansen hadn’t even touched the mic since arriving, so they assumed he was tone-deaf and were just eager to see him embarrass himself.

It wasn’t malice—mainly because Chen Yansen seemed too outstanding, and they wanted to see him stumble.

Only Song Yang stayed silent, staring at his phone—the screen was packed with text; he was reading a novel!

“Then… let’s pick ‘Bad Girl.’”

Chen Yansen looked at Su Meiling and smiled slightly, saying it deliberately.

The implication: I don’t like good girls—I like bad girls!

Bad Girl?

Xu Liang’s song?

Everyone exchanged glances.

At this time, admitting you liked QQ’s three giants was deeply embarrassing—nobody wanted to be labeled non-mainstream.

His words, however, lit up another girl’s eyes.

She had been looking down at her phone, but now sat up straight, gazing intently at Chen Yansen.

The familiar intro began to play.

Chen Yansen took the mic, pulled over a chair, sat in front of the screen, leaving everyone a tall silhouette.

His Rolex gleamed under the lights; his white shirt and black casual pants looked utterly out of place with this song.

“Back then I let go of your hand, turned away, leaving only ‘take care.’”

“You didn’t say a word, yet cried for a long, long time.”

The moment Chen Yansen sang, everyone froze; those who’d assumed he was tone-deaf awkwardly glanced at each other.

His voice was deep, rich with texture, even surpassing the original—his delivery was confident, carefree, turning “Bad Girl” into the voice of a bad boy.

It was a duet; after finishing the male part, Chen Yansen planned to continue with the female chorus—but suddenly, a sweet, sultry female voice came from behind:

“In whose arms do you feel love? In the deep night, I miss you. I changed just for you, yet can’t return to the past…”

Chen Yansen turned around and saw a girl in a denim jacket, winking playfully at him.

In looks, she was no less beautiful than Su Meiling—one lively and straightforward, the other gentle and sweet.

Ah, this was exactly the kind of girl Zhang Zong liked—playful, unattached, no drama when it ended.

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and waved her over.

She instantly understood, grabbed the mic, bounced over, and in three steps stood before him, her soft little hand resting in his palm.

This sight left everyone stunned.

The two were natural, utterly unselfconscious, holding hands and singing the entire song through.

“Are you a bad girl?”

Chen Yansen pulled the mic away, leaned close to her ear, exhaled warm breath, and whispered.

Under her denim jacket she wore a white tank top; close as they were, the neckline revealed a clear, squashed silhouette of white flesh.

“Guess.”

Seeing he still held her hand, she giggled, and while no one was looking, slipped a hand over his abdomen.

After all, Chen Yansen was tall, handsome, and rich—of course girls were drawn to him.

Su Meiling stared at them, teeth clenched tight—her carefully organized social event had just served someone else.

“Whoa! Sen-ge, you looked so cool singing!” Song Yang was the first to snap out of it, full of envy.

The others recovered and began applauding and praising.

Honestly, they sang well—perfectly in sync.

Chen Yansen smiled and returned to his seat; the girl in the denim jacket followed, leaning close: “I’m Xu Xingxing—Xu as in ‘speech,’ Xingxing as in ‘little star.’”

“Not small. Pretty good.”

Chen Yansen raised his glass, clinked it lightly with hers, and murmured.

“I don’t know if I’m a bad girl, but you’re definitely a bad boy.”

Xu Xingxing followed his gaze and realized she might be flashing—she quickly pulled her jacket down and whispered back.

“Then why sit over here?”

Chen Yansen took a sip of wine and teased.

“They’re too boring!”

Xu Xingxing pointed at Tang Zhenzhe and the others, sneering.

“I agree.”

Chen Yansen glanced at Su Meiling and replied coldly.

In his past life, Chen Yansen’s college personality had been just like Tang Zhenzhe’s group—labeled “boring” by girls.

Then they drank, rolled dice, and chatted, laughing.

Xu Xingxing was attractive and well-built; before Chen Yansen arrived, Meng Xibo and Zhu Xiaopeng had both tried flirting—but she’d acted disinterested, claiming she was socially anxious, scaring them off.

Now they understood: she wasn’t socially anxious—she was just socially anxious around them.

They finished singing at 6 p.m. and headed to a restaurant for dinner.

During dinner, aside from Su Meiling speaking less, everyone else remained lively, chatting about university life.

On the way back, Tang Zhenzhe grinned: “Sen-ge, if you chase Xu Xingxing now, you’ll land her in two days.”

“Why would I chase her?” Chen Yansen replied, baffled.

“Uh… she clearly likes you—just chase her and you’re done!”

Tang Zhenzhe froze, stammered, then sighed in exasperation.

“If she likes me, let her chase me.”

Chen Yansen smiled faintly—it wasn’t a joke.

“Holy shit! No wonder you’re Sen-ge—I had a small mindset!” Tang Zhenzhe slapped his forehead and grinned.

“Hey? Sen-ge, why didn’t you drive today?”

Zhu Xiaopeng noticed he was walking back with everyone else and asked curiously.

“I returned the car to the rental company.”

Chen Yansen answered honestly, without thinking.

“What? That Benz was really rented?”

Zhu Xiaopeng was stunned; for some reason, Chen Yansen’s pressure on him dropped by 99%.

“Idiot! The car might be fake, but his ability to earn money isn’t.”

Zhu Xiaopeng’s expression was too obvious—not just Chen Yansen, even Song Yang noticed; Song Yang silently cursed inside.

“Yeah, it costs hundreds a day.”

Chen Yansen played the poor card—he didn’t care what others thought; to him, a Benz E300 costing 800 yuan a day had solved many problems and opened many doors.

The world works this way: you’re judged by your clothes first, then by your person. Drive a Maybach or a McLaren, and beautiful girls come to you.

Back at the dorm, they kept chatting excitedly about pretty girls in their class, wise juniors, and didn’t realize it was nearly 8 p.m.

“Shit! I haven’t showered yet! Only ten minutes left till eight—the showers close!”

Wang Zhengqiang suddenly roared, startling everyone.

Once they recovered, the others immediately began gathering their toiletries; if they waited another moment, they’d have to wash with cold water—even in summer, that was no fun.

“I forgot to tell you—I rented an apartment in the faculty housing behind campus. From now on, I won’t be sleeping in the dorm. If the advisor asks, just tell them the truth.”

Chen Yansen stood up to take his leave, and as he left, he gave Tang Zhenzhe a word of notice.

“Brother Sen, you’re moving out already in your first year?”

Tang Zhenzhe paused, basin in hand, and asked.

“I’ll still be back during the day—just not sleeping in the dorm at night. I’m off now. Hurry up, I heard the bathhouse attendant turns off the card reader five minutes early every day.”

Chen Yansen warned them.

“Shit! Only nine minutes left!”

“Bo Bo, wait up for me!”

“Qiang, you forgot your shampoo!”

After a flurry of chaos, the dorm room was left with only Chen Yansen. He smiled lightly and strolled slowly toward Room 0418.

“Will she come?”

Chen Yansen stepped onto the fourth floor, his gaze settling on the door of Room 0418.

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