Chapter 240: Volume 1 Chapter 240 Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (2)

After the main courses ended, they went to the dance studio to practice dancing.

The dance instructor was a female teacher surnamed Zuo, with a graceful figure and excellent demeanor, giving off a very amiable feeling.

The five selected students were all outstanding among the freshmen, high in looks and good in physique, and excelled in all their specialties.

Except for Jiang Zhi, who just wanted to coast by.

She proactively suggested: "Teacher, I feel the other students have greater dance talent than I do, so I can give up the lead position."

When the other students heard her words, they were all astonished—being able to stand in the C position to perform is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, yet she actually said she would just give it up……

Teacher Zuo understood why those teachers had chosen her as the lead dancer—Jiang Zhi's fame upon entering the school already surpassed that of students from several previous cohorts, and major entertainment companies were vying to sign her.

Just relying on her face, she could make a living in the entertainment industry.

But the girl is low-key and dislikes drawing attention, completely wasting that face.

"No, you need to practice properly; I will give you special attention." Teacher Zuo said sternly.

Jiang Zhi could only grit her teeth and follow along in practice.

The original host had been studying dance since childhood; under her grandmother's influence, her temperament became refined and gentle, and combined with her naturally extremely beautiful face, to outsiders she looked completely like the embodiment of a goddess.

But she had practiced dance for many years, yet her talent was not high, nor outstanding.

She was kept after class for extra practice until seven in the evening before Teacher Zuo let her leave.

Jiang Zhi returned to the dormitory with heavy, staggering steps.

Her whole body ached, and she tremblingly poured herself a cup of water to drink.

In the dormitory, aside from Wang Qian, all the other roommates had gone out to go shopping.

Seeing this, Wang Qian hurriedly asked: "Jiang Jiang, are you okay?"

She was so tired she couldn't even straighten her back—I had never seen her like this.

Jiang Zhi was changing clothes: "I'm fine, have you eaten dinner?"

It's so late that probably only she hasn't eaten yet.

She then said: "I'll go out to eat."

Wang Qian came over and said: "I'll accompany you."

Jiang Zhi responded.

The two of them walked out of the school gate; the early autumn night still retained the day's heat, and pedestrians coming and going on the road wore summer short sleeves, walking their dogs and strolling.

On the horizon, city lights first rose; the glow from high-rise screens illuminated the night sky, while flickering half-light, half-dark lights along the roadside sliced the nightscape into various shades of light and shadow.

Near this road many colleges have been established, the most famous being Jiang Xi and the Sports School; the street flows continuously, shops are plentiful, and the roadside is lined with all kinds of snack stalls, the air filled with the aroma of barbecue, and the hawking calls can be heard from afar.

This is also why many students in the school are unwilling to eat in the cafeteria—mainly because the outside temptations are too strong.

However, as performance majors, they cannot eat overly greasy food; strongly flavored delicacies are basically off-limits, in order to control their weight.

Wang Qian was merely accompanying her; when passing the snack stalls, she couldn't help but swallow.

Jiang Zhi was also hungry; her legs could barely move, and she really wanted to order a portion.

"Hold it in." Wang Qian gripped her and continued forward, firm: "Jiang Jiang, you have a performance next week—you can't eat these."

Jiang Zhi felt that if she went out alone next time, she wouldn't ruin her persona.

"I know."

Finally they arrived at a noodle shop; the shop was doing booming business, and not long after they sat down, people kept coming in, and soon all seats were taken.

Wang Qian suffers from social anxiety, keeping her head down and not daring to look around.

Jiang Zhi, on the contrary, ordered a bowl of noodles, picked up her chopsticks, tapped them in front of her, and asked: "What do you want to order?"

Wang Qian shook her head: "I… I already ate."

After practicing dance for several hours, Jiang Zhi's limbs were sore and painful; she reached out and intermittently pinched.

Wang Qian said: "I haven't seen you dance yet; next week I will definitely go watch your performance."

Jiang Zhi: "No need……"

At that moment, a bright, cheerful male voice came from behind her: "May I share the table?"

Upon hearing it, Wang Qian felt a bit uneasy; her peripheral vision swept over the fully occupied seats in the shop, as if only their table for two remained available for sharing.

Before she could speak, Jiang Zhi asked her: "Can you?"

Wang Qian stammered: "Can… can."

Saying that, she stood up and walked to sit beside Jiang Zhi.

The two who came to share the table were both very good-looking; one youth had a striking appearance—buzz cut, bronzed skin, tall and slender build, with every inch of muscle under his short sleeves showing no exaggeration yet full of strength. His features were impeccably handsome, his dark, lake‑still eyes resting on the menu in his hand, his finger joints distinct and exceptionally slender.

【Villain appears! Please Host earnestly complete the mission.】

Jiang Zhi ignored the cold mechanical voice of the God Pillar System, resting her chin on her hand as she waited for the soup noodles to arrive.

The male student seated in front was also looking at them; the long‑haired girl sitting innermost wore a mask, obscuring her face, but one could see her beautiful, delicate brows and eyes, her skin snow‑white and lustrous—if she removed the mask she would surely be a stunning beauty.

The short‑haired girl beside her, however, was not wearing a mask; she had a fresh, lovely appearance, but her expression was nervous.

"Are you from Jiang Xi?" Qiu Ziang asked.

Wang Qian softly hummed an affirmation.

Qiu Ziang said: "We're from the Sports School, right next door."

The male student had a sunny, handsome appearance, his exposed arms were very sturdy, and he was talkative.

Jiang Zhi's gaze fell on the buzz‑cut youth sitting directly opposite who had not spoken a word from start to finish; when he lifted his head to look over, she averted her eyes.

He was still quite perceptive.

She wasn't rushing to pursue him; the original host had only recently confessed to him, and if she hurriedly greeted him, it would only provoke his annoyance.

Pretending not to know him would be good for both of them.

The noodle soup she ordered arrived, a vegetable and egg noodle soup; the noodles were handmade, very chewy, and this rich broth was the standout part, made by simmering bones and adding a secret recipe, exceptionally fresh and fragrant.

This is also an important reason why this noodle shop's business is so booming.

Jiang Zhi took off her mask, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and got ready to eat.

The two people in front saw her appearance clearly; Qiu Ziang immediately looked toward He Yin beside him, so shocked he couldn't utter a word.

Isn't this the school belle Jiang Xi who confessed to He Yin a couple of days ago? What a twist of fate—running into her while out for noodles at night.

He Yin's gaze didn't linger for a second, as if he didn't know her at all.

Jiang Zhi, however, didn't think much of it.

As a villain with face blindness, even the most beautiful face is just a blur to him—let alone the original host's looks; even a true fairy standing before him would be ignored.

She laid a layer of napkin beside the soup bowl, then promptly gripped the chopsticks and carefully picked out the scallion pieces inside.

Wang Qian recalled that Jiang Zhi had specifically told the boss when ordering to leave out the scallions, yet they were still in the bowl—probably because the staff was too busy to notice.

She leaned over and said, "Jiang Jiang, do you want me to help?"

Jiang Zhi shook her head to indicate she didn't need help.

Seeing this, Qiu Ziang asked, "You don't like eating scallions?"

Jiang Zhi replied, "I'm allergic."