Lin Qingxue first poked a straw into the milk tea she was carrying, then handed it to Jiang Cheng.
Seeing Jiang Cheng sip the milk tea,
Huang Yiyi's little mouth puckered even higher.
First someone brought water, now someone brought milk tea.
Falling for a handsome guy is such a hassle.
Wang Jian, Wu Kun and Lu Chuan watched another girl—Lin Qingxue—show up beside Jiang Cheng, their faces full of envy.
"Bro Cheng is seriously my idol," Wu Kun sighed, shaking his head and patting Wang Jian's shoulder.
Wang Jian nodded in agreement. "Bro Cheng is the role model for our generation. My idol used to be Principal Wang, but now it's Bro Cheng."
Lu Chuan chimed in, "I'm tired of saying 'I'm jealous'. Old Wang, be honest—doesn't your heart ache? Just now Shen Mengjia handed your water to Bro Cheng again."
Wang Jian looked at the two of them and shook his head. "Are you two stupid? Girls are everywhere, but a good bro is one of a kind. Why would I fight Bro Cheng over a girl?"
Wu Kun patted Wang Jian's shoulder in consolation. "I get it, you're putting on a brave face. If it hurts, I'll drink with you tonight, bro."
To Wu Kun, Wang Jian had been rejected by Shen Mengjia twice in a row; he must be heart-broken but too proud to admit it.
Seeing Wu Kun comforting him so solemnly, Wang Jian felt a galaxy of question marks floating above his head.
He sensed that the enlightenment of these two roommates was somewhat lacking.
Wang Jian couldn't be bothered to explain and simply shrugged. "Drink my ass; we've got Military Training tomorrow."
"Then we'll drink properly after training."
"No, no, no, I'm too tired these days. After training I already promised Yao Xue we'd spend the night out—you know what I mean—no time to drown my sorrows."
"Holy crap, I'm out. You're still in touch with Yao Xue? I thought you two broke up—beast!" Wu Kun clutched his chest in mock injury.
Lu Chuan looked at Wang Jian with equal envy. "When will I be like you and Bro Cheng—one has goddesses bringing water, the other has a girlfriend on the left and still flirts with other chicks on the right? Sigh."
"Don't lump me with Bro Cheng; we're not on the same level—I'm way behind," Wang Jian said, patting Lu Chuan's shoulder with perfect self-awareness. Seeing Lin Qingxue actually bring Jiang Cheng water, the crowd burst into an uproar.
"Senior Lin Qingxue is giving Jiang Cheng milk tea?? What's their relationship—did she fall for his car too?"
"Impossible. I heard Senior Lin is hard to chase; some Second-generation rich guys struck out."
"True, that's why she's still single. If it's not his money, could it be his face?"
"Bullshit. I admit he's loaded, but hotter than me? No way."
"?????? Dude, go look in a mirror."
"Somebody kindly piss on him to wake him up—no diabetics, I don't want him tasting sweetness…"
…"
When Lin Qingxue pulled a tissue from her bag and gently wiped the sweat from Jiang Cheng's forehead, the hearts of every hopeful guy cracked in two.
Even Huang Yiyi's face instantly drooped.
Not far away Shen Mengjia couldn't help clenching her fists.
She had just crafted the illusion that she was Jiang Cheng's rumored girlfriend, and now her "boyfriend" was being openly fondled by another girl.
What would people think of her?
Shen Mengjia badly wanted to walk over and stop Lin Qingxue.
But what right did she have? She and Jiang Cheng weren't even acquaintances.
Although since yesterday rumors had been calling Jiang Cheng her boyfriend,
Shen Mengjia knew exactly where those rumors came from.
She had started them herself.
Truthfulness was irrelevant.
Her sole purpose was to deter more girls from confessing to Jiang Cheng.
If everyone believed he was taken, fewer shameless hussies would hit on him,
giving her more chances to win him over.
They say a man chasing a girl faces a mountain, a girl chasing a man faces only a veil.
Just a thin veil.
Shen Mengjia was confident that with her figure, once she stripped off that veil, the distance between them would close fast.
Sure enough, seeing this scene, murmurs broke out in Shen Mengjia's class.
The guys in her class had all been thrilled to share the room with this year's Military Training goddess, Shen Mengjia.
Thanks to the campus-forum posts, she had become a label for Class 127.
Mention Shen Mengjia and everyone knew she was from Class 127,
which indirectly let them bask in a bit of her glory.
Yet this goddess had handed water to Jiang Cheng two days running.
What stung more: the water she gave him was bought by them.
And since last night someone had spread word that, according to "informed sources," Shen Mengjia was Jiang Cheng's girlfriend.
School had barely started and their class beauty had been plucked by Jiang Cheng.
That enraged the boys who thought they had the home-court advantage.
Now, seeing another goddess bringing Jiang Cheng water, some guys instantly started bashing.
"Isn't he just a scumbag who hits on everything in a skirt?"
"Right, using his money to fool innocent Little Girls."
"Two-timing—rich guys are all like that. Shen Mengjia should wake up."
The girls' side was the opposite; some jealous of Shen Mengjia spoke up.
"So what if she brings water? I'd like to too. Does handing over water make her his girlfriend? She's just delusional."
"Exactly. Judging by Jiang Cheng's attitude, he doesn't act like her boyfriend. That rumor's probably fake."
"Pfft, so-called Prettiest Military-Training Goddess—just good makeup. If Jiang Cheng were really her boyfriend why hasn't he brought her water? Instead she's eagerly bringing it to him—such a poser."
…"
Hearing the quiet ridicule, Shen Mengjia clenched her teeth in anger.
She vowed inwardly she would win Jiang Cheng by any means and slap their faces.
While Lin Qingxue wiped Jiang Cheng's sweat the two were extremely close.
Catching the faint fragrance from her, Jiang Cheng replied cheerfully, "So that's how it is. I shouldn't have let him order so much—added so much work for you, sorry."
Lin Qingxue giggled behind her hand. "That customer ordered milk tea for more than ten whole days, twice a day, morning and night. Luckily my main job at the shop is cashier and order-sticker; when it's hectic I just add toppings, so it's not too busy."
When Lin Qingxue first heard a customer had ordered milk tea for Jiang Cheng she was stunned.
Ordering Military Training milk tea had cost nearly a hundred thousand.
Yet she haggled over a few dozen yuan every day.
They attended the same university, but birth and life were worlds apart.