Chapter 110: Xu Yanfeng, the Unbeatable Most Handsome in the Universe

Xia Xi was quite lucky; just as she entered the dormitory building, rain began pattering behind her, and the blue-gray checkered bricks were instantly soaked by large raindrops.

Upon entering the dormitory, Xia Xi slumped like a lump of soft mud into the chair; a bowl of dragon beard noodles sat on the table before her, steam rising from the loosely tied bag.

"Thanks, how much? I'll transfer you." Xia Xi grabbed her phone and waved it at Wu Qinglu.

Wu Qinglu: "Never mind, it's not much."

Xia Xi insisted on paying, so Wu Qinglu said five yuan; Xia Xi sent a red packet. Wu Qinglu opened it and saw she had sent twenty, saying the rest was for her to buy milk tea.

Wu Qinglu was speechless; this person really…

Xia Xi opened the plastic bag, pulled out a disposable pair of chopsticks and snapped them apart. The dragon beard noodles were light, with only vegetables and egg; cooked especially soft as she'd requested, they needed no chewing and broke with a sip.

She still had little appetite, perhaps because she was hungry, and slowly ate most of the bowl.

"Xi Xi, what does Professor Li want with you?" Zhao Lei came out of the bathroom, her hair just washed, droplets dripping from the ends; she wrapped a dry towel around her head and rubbed it.

Just mentioning this made Xia Xi's mood sour; normally she'd speak up and even scold the informant, but now she couldn't muster the energy, saying vaguely, "It's nothing serious."

Zhao Lei didn't press further, reminding her to take her medicine after the meal.

Xia Xi grunted, insisting on stuffing the remaining half‑bowl of noodles into her stomach, poured a cup of hot water to cool, waited half an hour, then took a few pills with the warm water.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, then climbed into bed to sleep.

Fortunately, her afternoon classes were only the last two periods, giving her ample rest time.

Seeing Xia Xi lie down, the others in the dorm lowered their activity volume on their own.

Zhao Lei, her hair still wet, rubbed it with a few towels while she and Wang Qiuyu hid in the bathroom to whisper: "I feel Xi Xi's mood is off; she wasn't like this last night. Could it be a delayed reaction, and she's only now starting to feel sad?"

Wang Qiuyu said: "Maybe it's because she's sick. Think about when you're ill—can your mood be good?"

"That's true," Zhao Lei replied, continuing to dry her hair.

The next day, Xia Xi's cold had largely improved; she no longer had a fever, only a runny nose and cough.

Because she kept blowing her nose, her nostrils were constantly red; her canvas bag carried two large packs of tissues, which might not be enough. Speaking with a nasal tone, she said, "My nose—it kills."

"My mom says a runny nose means the cold is almost gone; hold on a few more days and we'll be able to eat and drink spicy food again." Zhao Lei patted her forehead, comforting her like a little baby.

After the rain, the weather grew colder; Xia Xi dressed warmly in a black wool base layer, a dark gray sweater vest, and a milk‑coffee‑colored short‑length fleece jacket with a folded collar.

She looked like a bundled‑up bear.

It was Thursday, a lovely day—no 8 a. m. class, so she could leisurely sit down for breakfast.

Xia Xi ordered tofu pudding, meat buns, and an egg‑filled pancake, asking for an extra sausage—her cold hadn't healed, but it didn't stop her from eating spicy and savory food.

Seeing Xia Xi regain her usual energy, Zhao Lei finally let go of the worry she'd been holding; she truly feared that the confession incident plus a severe cold would leave Xia Xi unable to recover.

While eating and wiping her nose, Xia Xi felt a bit annoyed. Suddenly, a shadow loomed ahead, blocking some light; she lifted her gaze from the fragrant tofu pudding bowl to see an enlarged handsome face.

Her hand slipped, the porcelain spoon fell into the bowl, and she leaned back slightly: "Su Yuanjia?"

"It's me." Su Yuanjia, with thick brows and big eyes, smiled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth fit for a toothpaste ad; his clear, pleasant voice said, "I heard you were sick—are you feeling better?"

Xia Xi replied openly: "Much better already."

Su Yuanjia pulled his sling bag to the front, unzipped it, and took out a light‑purple insulated cup: "Here's the ginger tea I brewed for you; have a couple of sips when you're free—it wards off chill and is friendly to cold sufferers."

"Really, it's unnecessary," Xia Xi said, embarrassed.

"I already made it," Su Yuanjia said, using his usual tactic of handing over the item and then fleeing; he backed away while running, pointing at the cup on the table and saying, "Feel free to drink—it's a new cup I've scald‑washed."

Xia Xi looked helplessly at her roommates, seeing them all giving her ambiguous looks.

"What's with those expressions?" Xia Xi asked.

"The look of seeing a handsome guy chase a beautiful girl," Zhao Lei summed up.

Xia Xi: "……"

A few people entering from the cafeteria's other entrance happened to witness Su Yuanjia handing Xia Xi the insulated cup; they all turned their gaze toward Xu Yanfeng in the middle, believing he had seen it too.

Chen Mian had his hands in his pockets, shaking his head with a sigh: "Before, Xia Xi, the junior, always followed you around; I almost forgot she's our school's campus beauty—pretty enough, and I heard her family background is good. Now everyone knows her confession failed, yet the guys who like her still keep coming after her one after another."

"You're absolutely right," Fang Huaiyuan chimed in, "I've seen in several groups guys saying they want to pursue Xia Xi, asking around for her contact info."

Chen Mian: "That guy just now, holding roses in the square and confessing to Xia Xi, the junior—what was his name? Su Yuanjia? Yes, that's it. The Computer Science Department's campus heartthrob?"

Fang Huaiyuan: "They say a strong woman fears a persistent man; I don't know whether Su Yuanjia can win over Xia Xi."

Chen Mian: "I think there's a chance."

The two exchanged a glance, then both looked at Xu Yanfeng.

Xu Yanfeng didn't know whether he was provoked by their words or by that scene; he hadn't even eaten, turned around, and left through the side door he'd just entered.

"Hey, don't go!"

Three guys bought youtiao, fried bread, and soy milk at the nearby window, then rushed out and caught up with Xu Yanfeng's steps.

Chen Mian caught his breath, handed him a fried bread: "Never mind the anger—don't skip breakfast."

Xu Yanfeng didn't take it, his gaze cool as the early‑winter wind: "Who said I'm angry?"

"Fine, fine, fine—you're not angry, I am," Chen Mian conceded. "Want the fried bread? You do like this crispy kind, don't you?"

Xu Yanfeng: "You eat it yourself."

Chen Mian, weary, gave up urging the young master, letting him "drink the northwest wind"; he himself bit into a crispy fried bread that crumbled. After walking a stretch, Chen Mian finished a fried bread, gulped down half a cup of soy milk, and looked up—there ahead were Xia Xi and her roommates.

Indeed, everyone was heading to the School of Architecture's lecture building for class.

As they drew nearer, they could hear a conversation among a few female students.

"Xi Xi, why not give Su Yuanjia a try? He's handsome and thoughtful, not overly pushy, giving you time to adjust—truly balanced, gentle yet gentlemanly, quite rare."

Xia Xi didn't object either, smiling: "You think highly of Su Yuanjia."

"I'm speaking from experience. People say the best way to get over a relationship is to start a new one; likewise, the best way to forget a man is to focus your attention on another. If you spend more time with Su Yuanjia, you might notice his shining points, be drawn to him, and thus forget that bastard Xu Yanfeng."

Hearing the three words "bastard," Chen Mian and the others suppressed laughter, glancing at the bastard himself.

Xu Yanfeng pressed his thin lips, his face showing little ripple, as if the scolding weren't aimed at him. His gaze was deep, fixed on Xia Xi walking ahead.

Her hair hung loose, she wore a fluffy coat and loose retro jeans, linked arms with the girl beside her, walked slowly, occasionally coughing; although her voice remained as clear as before, close listening still revealed a hint of weakness.

He heard her say: "Even if Wu Yanzu chased me, I wouldn't give him another glance. In my heart, Xu Yanfeng is the universe's invincible number one handsome."

"Still Xu Yanfeng? Don't tell me you haven't given up."

Xia Xi held her head high; from her profile one could tell her expression now must be proud: "How so?"

"Not much, just want to beat you to death."

"Come on, come on." Xia Xi loosened her roommate's arm and ran forward.

Several girls chased after her, disappearing into the distance.

Chen Mian glanced sideways, observing Xu Yanfeng's expression; he didn't believe that after hearing those sincere words from junior Xia Xi, this person's heart could remain unmoved.

Indeed, after looking for a while, one could see clues on his face.