Chapter 2770: Online Game Master's

"You're sick! Are you a pervert? Why would you lie to me!" Hua Yu and Xu Qian confronted each other.

Xu Qian was exposed in public, his face flushing red then white; feeling the surrounding classmates' looks of surprise, contempt, or schadenfreude, he felt as if sitting on pins and needles.

He flew into a rage from shame, swept aside Cheng Lang's hand on his shoulder, stood up, and said, "Cheng Lang, what do you mean! Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me!"

Cheng Lang usually treats people with a smiling, warm and straightforward demeanor, but now his face showed little expression, his eyes held a chill, and his height and presence completely suppressed Xu Qian, giving off a rare sense of oppression.

"When you swapped the post and poured dirty water on me, didn't you think I would be embarrassed?" Cheng Lang said.

Hua Yu raised her hand and slapped Xu Qian across the face, "You have no shame! Pretending to be Cheng Lang and having an online romance with me was bad enough—I haven't even said we're broken up, yet you dare to cheat on me in the game!"

"Damn..." Xu Can, watching from the side, was stunned, silently pulled out his phone, and aimed it at the scene.

The surrounding classmates who were pretending to be busy also raised their phones one after another, recording the lovely classmate moments.

Xu Qian was struck so hard his head turned to the side, his face burning; the surrounding phone cameras only made him feel ashamed and furious to the point of madness.

He muttered a curse, then lashed out, shoving Hua Yu's shoulder hard, "It's your own stupidity, who else to blame! Your temper is bigger than anyone's, you have more issues than anyone, you're suspicious and paranoid—I've never seen a man more finicky and hard to get along with than you!"

Hua Yu, already frail, was shoved and staggered back several steps, bumping into the desk beside her; her face grew paler, she clutched her chest, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

Xu Qian grabbed the backpack on the desk, his face flushed red like pig's liver, and amid whispers and phone shutter sounds, he lowered his head and rushed out of the classroom in a frantic escape.

Hua Yu leaned against the desk to steady herself, then lifted her tear-filled eyes toward Cheng Lang once more, voice trembling, "Senior Cheng, I really didn't know—I shouldn't have treated you like that in the game…… I like you, ever since I first saw you…… you, you could……"

"Enough." Cheng Lang interrupted, the earnest confession giving him goosebumps.

"I'm straight, stop saying these disgusting things here—this whole thing has nothing to do with me from start to finish; now the truth is out, let's just go our separate ways."

He really didn't want to stay in the classroom any longer, being treated like a monkey show by classmates he'd known for four years.

"But..." Hua Yu was unwilling to give up, still wanting to say something more.

Knock, knock—

A knocking sound came from the front door of the classroom, breaking the slightly stalemated situation.

The upperclassmen who had been disturbed while gossiping glanced over, thinking who would be so oblivious as to interrupt their gossip; seeing the person at the door, their interest sparked again instantly.

The senior girl near the front door smiled and teased, "Oh, little underclassman, you're here to pick up Cheng Lang again?"

Cheng Lang could be called a steadfast practitioner of the "delivering warmth" campaign; whenever their school schedules overlapped, he would definitely go in and out with Jin Chen, eat together, and go home together.

And Jin Chen's strikingly handsome face is hard to forget; classmates have long grown used to it, often teasing him behind his back.

Jin Chen wore a coat, his arm draped with a scarf matching the color scheme of Cheng Lang's outerwear today; he stood at the doorway, first glancing over, then briefly sweeping his gaze over Hua Yu's red-rimmed eyes before returning to Cheng Lang's face.

"What happened?" Jin Chen walked into the classroom.

Hua Yu saw him and also froze, obviously not expecting to meet him here—"Jin Chen?"

He instinctively called out, "How did you come here?"

Jin Chen heard the sound, looked toward Hua Yu, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes.

【Does the main character (the uke) know me?】 He asked Ling Gun Gun in his heart.

Ling Gun Gun: 【I didn't mention that, host; after all, your character is just a background figure, not written in detail.】

Perhaps Jin Chen's doubt was too obvious; Hua Yu's mouth twitched a bit, and she awkwardly added, "We're classmates……"

Jin Chen realized, gave a slight nod, "Ah, that's how it is."

No wonder, after such a long time since the semester started, each roll call misses one person—it turns out this is the perpetually absent main character (the uke), truly a karmic tie.

Two little underclassmen actually know each other! And they're classmates!

Several senior girls with rich imaginations exchanged glances, then all turned their gazes toward Cheng Lang at the center of the storm.

Jin Chen stopped looking at Hua Yu, walked straight to Cheng Lang, and asked again, "Senior Cheng, what's going on?"

"Nothing, a bunch of mess, already settled!" Cheng Lang instinctively didn't want to drag Jin Chen into these messy affairs, turned sideways to reach for the computer bag on the desk, "You've waited long enough, let's go—wasn't it agreed we'd try that new restaurant today?"

He hadn't finished speaking when his arm was suddenly grabbed by Hua Yu from the side.

"Senior Cheng!" Hua Yu urged urgently, "I still have something to say to you—please hear me out, okay? Just a few minutes!"

Cheng Lang furrowed his brows, about to shake her off.

But a hand with distinct knuckles shot out first, steadily pulling Cheng Lang's wrist from Hua Yu's grip.

Jin Chen seized Cheng Lang's wrist, skin touching skin; Cheng Lang felt his fingertips slightly cool, so he gripped back firmly.

Jin Chen subtly placed himself between Cheng Lang and Hua Yu, the corner of his lips lifting in an extremely faint arc, his eyes meeting Hua Yu's.

In that instant, Hua Yu saw in Jin Chen's usually aloof peach-blossom eyes no trace of a smile, even a near‑warning sharpness—so quick it seemed like an illusion—yet it sent an inexplicable chill down her spine, and she instinctively stepped back half a step.

Jin Chen then turned, wrapped the cashmere scarf around Cheng Lang's neck, and carefully tied it for him.

"Senior Cheng," Jin Chen said after fastening the scarf, lifting his eyes to Cheng Lang, "If you still have things to handle, we can go to the restaurant tomorrow instead."

"No can do." Cheng Lang shook his head, slung the computer bag over one shoulder, grabbed him, and headed for the door.

"You're especially eager to go to that restaurant today—what's the point of going tomorrow? Let's go, let's go, I'm starving."

Hua Yu stood where she was, watching the two walk away side by side, their intimate backs; she opened her mouth, a flood of resentment and words stuck in her throat, so angry her fingertips trembled.

Cheng Lang like that—how could he be the straight man he claims to be!

Xu Can put away his phone, clicked his tongue, watched the two disappear at the door, then glanced at the lost‑soul Hua Yu, shook his head, and also grabbed his bag and slipped away.

This gossip, what a rollercoaster—endlessly memorable.