Chapter 157: 90: Spring Water Family Chapter 157 The Fiancé Appears, Guben Arrives

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Protagonist:

Lin Xiyu

Someone unwilling to be lonely seized the chance to stir up trouble, howling at the top of their voice, afraid others wouldn't hear.

Those who wanted to invite the beauty to dance were itching to act, and people kept crowding forward.

Lin Xiyu slightly furrowed her brows, refused several people in succession, and gradually lost her patience.

"Move aside, you ugly misfits, you want to invite the beauty to dance?"

She was just about to leave when a sudden voice startled her; turning back, she saw that the previously noisy hall had inexplicably quieted, the crowd parting automatically to both sides, leaving a passage barely wide enough for one person.

"Hmph!"

Li Qing almost laughed out loud: "What big shot is making an entrance, acting like it's real..."

"Ming-ge is here, now the beauty should give him face, right?"

Someone sharp-eard heard her words and echoed her: "Ming-ge is our Huashi University's School Grass, the dream lover of female students."

"Why are you butting in when I'm talking?"

Young Miss Li Qing's temper flared, and she gave that person a very unface-giving glance: "Does Huashi University have a School Grass? How would I know?"

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"Never heard of it just shows you're hard of hearing and ignorant."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like poking a wasp's nest, and the whole hall exploded.

"Ming-ge is not only handsome and has good grades, he's in a continuous bachelor's-master's program, has received full scholarships for three consecutive years, and his published English academic papers were published on the front page of The Times; his fame is so great that even Fudan University and Tongji University have heard of it."

"Some female students even run over from other schools to confess to him."

"The love letters Ming-ge receives in a day are more than your family letters in a year, and the girls he's rejected could line up from Huashi University all the way to Fudan University's doorway..."

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"Aiyo..."

Li Qing, besieged, felt a stifled breath in her chest, and retorted in Shanghainese mixed with Mandarin: "The Times, sounds really impressive, scared the treasure to death."

"You're a Shanghainese person, what are you doing at our Shandong compatriots' social?"

"Look at her, she's definitely not saying anything good."

None of the people present could understand Shanghainese, but they could tell good from bad from her tone.

Shandong men speak bluntly; Li Qing was so angry she was about to explode, when a tall, straight figure walked out from the crowd and stopped everyone's clamor.

"Each person say one less sentence, or say nothing, no one will take you for mutes."

The hall instantly quieted, without the previous clamor.

"You..."

Li Qing lifted her eyelids to look at the newcomer, with not a trace of gratitude: "Won't you be the so-called School Grass of Huashi University they're talking about?"

"The term School Grass, used to describe a man's appearance, I've never really agreed with."

Wei Ming smiled gently, not minding her provocation.

He was slender, with handsome features, looking refined and elegant, indeed the type young girls like.

"You're an interesting person."

Li Qing's gaze flickered, and her momentum involuntarily weakened: "Not like those people, whose mouths stink as if they haven't brushed their teeth in three days..."

"Three days is an understatement."

Wei Ming seriously commented: "There are those who don't brush their teeth for a whole week..."

"Cough cough."

A chorus of coughing rose from the crowd.

"Heard that?"

Wei Ming smiled: "Whoever is coughing has been hit where it hurts, and can't save face."

"Hahaha..."

Li Qing was amused by his humorous tone and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The beauty laughed, so she's not angry anymore?"

A gleam flashed in Wei Ming's eyes, and he smiled even more gently and agreeably.

"Forget it."

Li Qing tsundere-ly raised her eyebrows: "Since you're somewhat reasonable, I'll let this matter go and won't argue with them anymore."

"The beauty gives me so much face, I'm deeply honored."

Wei Ming clasped his hands to express thanks, and while speaking, turned his gaze to Lin Xiyu: "Is this our new junior sister? Junior sister, can you give your senior brother some face and dance a dance with me?"

"Ming-ge has never actively invited anyone to dance; this is the first time in four years since entering campus, this face must be given. After this dance, you'll be Ming-ge's person, and with Ming-ge protecting you, you can swagger around campus and no one will dare provoke you."

Before the beauty could speak, someone had already jumped out to cheer her on; a hint of displeasure flashed in Lin Xiyu's eyes, and she had no intention of giving him face at all.

"Senior brother, please forgive me, I don't know how to dance."

This was a blatant slap in the face; the hall instantly fell silent, dead quiet.

Everyone looked at the only person present who dared to refuse him with the eyes of looking at an idiot.

"Xiyu, if you can't, you can learn."

An English Department senior sister quietly tugged at her skirt from behind, constantly making eyes at her: "Social dancing isn't hard to learn; the most basic slow three and slow four, as long as you can keep up with the beat."

"I have no musical talent, keeping up with the beat is a bit hard."

Lin Xiyu certainly understood her meaning, but the more others urged her, the more annoyed she felt.

Dance one dance and she'd be branded his, becoming his person.

Did they ever ask for her opinion?

Did they ask if she agreed?

"One look at the junior sister and I can tell you're from Shandong—straightforward by nature, so direct even in rejecting people, never beating around the bush......"

Wei Ming was still restrained and didn't turn hostile on the spot, but his pursuers were unwilling to let it go, seizing the chance to suppress her with malicious mockery and an extremely arrogant attitude.

"What's all this affectedness? Senior Wei asks her to dance and she dares to refuse—shameless!"

"Filmed a documentary and thinks she's something—really thinks she's a star?"

"A star, my foot—just some grassroots upstart, thinking she can turn from a sparrow into a phoenix, without even weighing herself. The entertainment circle isn't easy to get by in; she'd just be a background player there......"

"She's doing it on purpose, trying to grab a piece of the pie and make a name for herself."

"What right does she have, stepping on her senior to climb up, making a name for herself?"

"Someone like her should be exposed, so everyone knows her true hypocritical face."

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"Tsk tsk, what a lively scene! We two brothers arrived just in time, right in time to watch a good show."

At the hall doorway, two people had entered at some point; one stood with arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a carefree expression, his dyed yellow hair especially eye-catching.

Even so, he was still outshone by the youth beside him.

The youth had an extraordinary bearing and an upright posture; simply standing there calmly, the powerful aura radiating from him inspired awe.

"Who are you people?"

"What are you doing at our mixer?"

The hall fell silent again; everyone's gaze was deeply drawn to the youth, and even the girl maliciously provoking was cowed by his powerful aura, closing her mouth sheepishly.

"We're also from Shandong, here for an old-townsfolk gathering—what's wrong with that?"

Wang Fan's peach-blossom eyes flashed with a hint of joking; facing the challenge, he rudely retorted.

"Are you students of our school?"

The English Department senior sister, as the organizer of the mixer, felt it was her responsibility and came forward to ask.

She took a few steps forward, staring at Wang Fan's eye-catching yellow hair, the words "I don't believe you" written plainly on her face.

"We're not students of your school......"

Wang Fan tossed his hair with great self-satisfaction, showing off proudly: "With your school's level, you're not worthy of my brother. Your so-called School Grass, compared to my brother, is just trash."

"You came here—what exactly do you want?"

The English Department senior sister was angered by his provocative tone, her tone turning sharp: "If you're just here to cause trouble, you're not welcome here. The Academic Affairs Office is to the south; out the door, turn left, and don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"Who said we're here to cause trouble?"

Wang Fan sneered, not taking her threat seriously at all: "We're here to visit relatives. Do you have an explicit regulation? Students' family members aren't allowed to come to school on weekends to visit their own relatives?"

"Whose family members are you?"

The English Department senior sister found his unreasonable and unyielding manner displeasing; she gritted her teeth and looked around the hall.

It seemed as if anyone who dared admit having any connection with the two would have a piece of flesh bitten off by her.

"My......"

A clear, pleasant female voice broke the silence at the scene.

Lin Xiyu raised her arm without the slightest hesitation, once again drawing everyone's gaze to herself.

"Xiyu......"

The English Department senior sister almost gritted her teeth to pieces, looking at her in disbelief: "You know them?"

"Yes."

Lin Xiyu met someone's half-smiling gaze and answered decisively: "They are my friends."

"To be precise, my fiancé."

Guben's mouth corner curved slightly; he strode over, took her hand, and glanced at her ringless finger, his eyes dimming slightly.

"Wearing a ring to school is inconvenient."

Lin Xiyu's heart trembled, and she hurried to explain.

"He's your friend?"

Wei Ming could no longer pretend; his face instantly turned ugly.

"Are you deaf?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Guben's eyes: "Didn't hear what I just said? Or shall we find a place to talk privately?"

"Hiss."

Among the crowd watching the spectacle, someone drew in a sharp breath.

The rest of the idle onlookers watched the uninvited troublemakers with trembling little eyes, not daring to make a sound.

"Which school are you from? Is the gate of Huashi University somewhere you can just come and go as you please?"

Wei Ming, considering himself a top student of Huashi University, didn't put the yellow-haired Wang Fan in his eyes; in his view, someone who associated with such little hooligans was no better.

"I spit!"

Wang Fan saw his contempt and sneered disdainfully: "What's so great about Huashi University? Comparing schools, we're not afraid; comparing talent with my brother, you're just asking for abuse."

"Huashi University isn't good, so don't you come!"

This remark offended too many people, and Wei Ming's pursuers exploded again.

"That's right, no one invited you."

"Dyed his hair yellow—one look and you know he's not a decent person. Lin Xiyu actually associates with someone like this; her character isn't much either."

"Her boyfriend is just decent-looking, and his grades surely aren't good either, otherwise he wouldn't keep refusing to say which school he's from."

"What good is looking good? Senior is in a continuous bachelor's-master's program and already has the recommendation quota. He's trash from a third-rate school—what right does he have to compare with Senior?"

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"Third-rate?!"

Wang Fan heard the words "third-rate" and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Dare call Fudan University a third-rate university? You Huashi University people are really something. This trip wasn't in vain—you really opened my eyes."

"Hiss."

As the words fell, another long string of sharp intakes of breath rose from the crowd.

Everyone was shaken to the core by the four words "Fudan University," and all sorts of complex, indiscernible gazes converged on the two of them in unison.

"Wei Ming?"

Guben disdained a war of words, aiming his spear directly at Wei Ming: "What skill is it to let a woman speak up for you? Let's settle this like men......"

"Cough cough."

Lin Xiyu mistakenly thought he wanted to fight again, and the corner of her eye twitched involuntarily.

Guben held her right hand, applying a little force, and gave her a look telling her to calm down.

"How do you want to settle this?"

Wei Ming saw their little private movements, and his expression grew even uglier.

"Any sporting event."

Guben was confident: "You pick, I'll accompany you either way."

"Basketball."

Wei Ming was on the school basketball team, considered himself highly skilled, and didn't put Guben in his eyes.

"Playing basketball against Senior Wei, he really dares?"

"This time he's played himself to death?"

"Senior is the starting forward of the school basketball team, and he's just a pretty boy—he dares challenge Senior?"

His pursuers were all excited as if injected with chicken blood, sneering at Guben.

"Pfft!"

"Hahahaha......"

Wang Fan heard "pretty boy," spat out a mouthful of spit, and laughed with a goose-like cry.

"See you at the basketball court. Hope you won't be late."

Guben ignored the commotion, pulled Lin Xiyu, and left the hall first.

Wei Ming watched their backs as they left side by side, his right fist suddenly clenched, faint blue veins bulging.

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"Hey hey, your buddies all left, aren't you going to catch up?"

Li Qing also wanted to go to the basketball court to watch the show. With Guben there, she couldn't cling to Lin Xiyu, so she set her sights on Wang Fan.

"It's the first time I've heard someone call Guben a pretty boy—too funny. Let me laugh for a while."

Wang Fan laughed so hard he almost choked, unable to stop for a while.

"Is your buddy good at basketball?"

Li Qing seized the chance to gossip and get close to him: "He won't lose, right?"

"Who are you?"

Seeing her ask without end, Wang Fan stopped laughing and sized her up.

"I'm Li Qing, Xiyu's classmate, same dormitory......"

Li Qing, afraid he'd misunderstand, hurriedly explained: "I don't mean anything else, I just care about her."

Shanghainese call dormitories "dormitories," and Wang Fan, having mixed in universities for a month, gradually adapted to their usage.

"Same dormitory? No wonder a Shanghainese person like you would show up at a Shandong compatriots' gathering—so you came with her."

"Xiyu is so beautiful, I had to accompany her."

Li Qing, eager to watch the show, went all out, earnestly declaring herself: "Fortunately I came, otherwise those people would have succeeded in forcing her to dance."

"Hmph."

Wang Fan was a sly one—how could he not see her intentions?

He laughed and huffed, his tone teasing: "By your account, we really ought to thank you. In this day and age, someone as righteous as you, willing to stick a knife in for a classmate, is not common."