Chapter 58: Lao Xu, I

The playground was utterly silent, everyone’s expressions stunned.

What did they just hear? What the hell does “consider it” mean?!

When did chasing girls become this easy?!

The hardest to accept, of course, was Shen Yueqing, who stood with wide eyes, her mind struggling to process it.

What made her even more frantic was that, faced with Song Yao’s “consider it,” Xu Qingzhou didn’t look ecstatic—he shook his head and sighed, “Then forget it.”

“Aren’t you going to insist a little more?” Song Yao glared, dissatisfied.

Shen Yueqing felt numb. At this moment, wasn’t Song Yao supposed to coldly reject him and tell Xu Qingzhou not to harbor delusions? Why did it feel like she was chasing him?

Shen Yueqing stood frozen, her expression complicated. At this moment, she seemed to finally understand—Song Yao had been waiting here specifically for Xu Qingzhou. “Let’s go too,” she said to Qiao Yongjuan, trying hard to force a smile to avoid looking defeated, like a fool—but she realized she couldn’t smile at all.

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How the hell is this guy thinking?

Maybe because he was hungry, and the food was delicious—Song Yao ate two large bowls of rice and drank a bowl of chicken soup.

Song Yao was beautiful. Standing beside him, the graceful curve of her lowered neck revealed skin that was soft and alluring; her chest rose with a modest, perfectly proportioned swell. Even in the plain military training uniform, she exuded a geometric sense of dimension.

Even though this goddess had barely spoken a word to them.

“No, I prefer girls who take the initiative,” Xu Qingzhou declared solemnly, his demeanor almost as if he feared Song Yao might cling to him.

Even after Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao’s figures vanished from the playground, Xu Zhengyang and Kong Xianbo remained rooted in place.

Xu Qingzhou took Song Yao to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms.

During this time, whenever they mentioned they were from Economics Class 1, everyone wore an expression of pride—because the school’s male goddess was in their class.

It wasn’t dismissal time yet, and most people in the cafeteria were freshmen in camouflage uniforms.

Nearby, the boys who had come to watch the spectacle stood frozen, staring at this unbelievable scene.

“So obvious?” Xu Qingzhou had just nodded, then quickly stopped himself—damn, he’d said it out loud.

Song Yao felt a flicker of pleasure—proof that, in Xu Qingzhou’s eyes, she still had appeal.

She pursed her lips and whispered, “I’ll get along well with my roommate.”

Who the hell can tell me what’s going on?! Where’s the legendary ice-cold girl of Jingda’s hundred-year history?! Far away, some Economics Class 1 boys still standing felt their hearts turn icy.

Song Yao suddenly turned her head, frowning at Xu Qingzhou: “Are you sneaking glances at me?”

“Oh, okay. What’s the second thing?” Song Yao knew—Xu Qingzhou planned to submit to an international journal.

Xu Qingzhou was speechless. Song Yao’s logic was astonishing. Although—if Song Yao spent all day with her roommate, she really wouldn’t follow him.

Showing off felt great, but now he’d become every boy’s imagined rival.

Shen Yueqing saw Xu Qingzhou actually walk away—and then Song Yao followed him?! “Xu Qingzhou, walk slower!” The girl broke into a light run and tugged sharply at his sleeve, clearly annoyed.

Though that’s what he thought, he denied it outright, putting on a look of heartbroken betrayal: “Song Yao, Song Yao—I was thinking of you, and yet this is how you see me?”

At that moment, Xu Zhengyang felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned and saw Zhai Ziqiang’s earnest, slightly awkward smile: “Uh… Lao Xu, I’ve got diarrhea today.”

“What’s wrong?”

Does he act this way with other friends too, or only with me? “You’ve misunderstood me,” Xu Qingzhou prepared his rebuttal, his face serious. “It’s just the start of the semester—this is the best time to build bonds. Dorm relationships are complicated. I just want you to communicate more with your roommate.” “And then?” Song Yao’s voice grew quieter.

“Oh, okay.” “If you’re not eager to eat, there’s something wrong with your brain.”

And yet he still rejected her?

Xu Qingzhou exhaled in relief—seemed easy to fool.

“Then you won’t be lonely.”

He couldn’t help but study the girl beside him.

As they walked, the girl’s subtle fragrance drifted through the hot air toward Xu Qingzhou’s nose.

Hmph. You’re clearly looking at me.

“No,” Xu Qingzhou calmly averted his gaze. “There are two things I want to tell you.”

Song Yao glared at him. “So you can hang out with your roommate and avoid bothering me, wasting my time finding a girlfriend?”

Kong Xianbo’s expression was complex—he thought Lao Xu’s showmanship had reached a level of mastery; he needed to learn from him.

Confirmed: Lao Xu is a total silver-tongued devil. All that nonsense about cemented heart?

But it was enough already. Besides, if she wasn’t cold, would she even be a goddess? Only now did they realize—the goddess was warm, just not to them.

It must be that—she’d already heard those two girls mention a girl named Xue Ying.

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Before the lunch rush ended, the two emerged from the cafeteria, satisfied.

The boy said lazily.

Ignoring Song Yao’s resentful gaze, he said, “Let’s go eat.”

“Of course we’re going to eat,” Song Yao thought his question was silly. Then she realized something was off: “Do you dislike me?”

The heartbroken boys gradually dispersed, but the three from Dorm 101 remained dazed, standing motionless on the playground.

As expected, when Song Yao heard Xu Qingzhou’s words, her whole face fell. This bastard—he really wanted to drive me crazy. I’m this beautiful a girl, waiting for him under the blazing sun.

Xu Qingzhou’s serious expression silenced Song Yao instantly. Even she began doubting herself—had she misunderstood him?

Xu Qingzhou walked slowly. “I’ll be busy these days—translating papers. I won’t have much time to see you. Take care of yourself. Don’t get heatstroke.”

“To the Farmyard Cafeteria.”

After leaving the training ground, Xu Qingzhou slowed his pace and walked beside Song Yao. “Where’s your roommate?”

Xu Zhengyang’s back teeth were nearly ground to dust.

Holy shit!

“Where are we eating?” Song Yao followed Xu Qingzhou, rarely bothering to think.

At that moment, they reached the fork in the path. Xu Qingzhou stopped. “I just wanted to tell you: there are two types of people in this world who are most annoying. The first is those who only say half their thoughts.”

“And the second?” Song Yao tilted her head.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head silently. Under Song Yao’s confused gaze, he walked away.

Song Yao stood frozen for a few seconds, then suddenly understood—furious, her teeth clenched. How annoying this guy is.

(End of Chapter)