Chapter 104: This Is a Visual Impact, Way Too Thrilling

Jiang Muye agreed immediately.

As a result, he saw Mi Lu's bright, beautiful face.

Mi Lu was obviously still backstage at the fashion show, still wearing the dress from just now, but the Pure Desire feeling she'd had on stage had vanished, replaced by her glamorous, alluring appearance.

A pair of affectionate fox-like eyes arched upward, and she curved her red lips at Jiang Muye. "Muye, did you watch the livestream?"

"I did. You did great," Jiang Muye said honestly.

Mi Lu's face grew even more excited, and she was practically beaming. "I'm flying back tomorrow night. Don't miss me too much."

"I'm not missing you," Jiang Muye said, again quite honestly.

Mi Lu pouted, looking rather unwilling. "Hmph hmph hmph, you're too much of a straight guy. At a time like this, you should be saying you miss me super much~"

"You must be tired today. Get some rest early," Jiang Muye said, steering the topic away.

"Hehe, you're just trying to hang up the video, aren't you? Well, I'm not giving you the chance." Mi Lu's bewitching smile was utterly charming, and her voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

She was radiant, her charming eyes gazing affectionately at Jiang Muye. "Have you gotten more handsome? How is it that after just a few days apart, I feel like I could never get tired of looking at you?"

"Do I? I'm the same as always." Jiang Muye didn't feel he'd gotten any more handsome. His looks had always been pretty consistent, anyway.

"You have. Looking at you now is making my heart flutter like crazy." Mi Lu placed a hand on her chest, and as she tugged at her clothes, the V-neck design opened up even deeper, revealing the full, deep expanse of her cleavage.

Jiang Muye absolutely didn't dare look at the screen anymore.

He wasn't an idiot. Of course he knew Mi Lu was flirting with him right now.

"Our dorm's about to have lights-out. Let's stop talking." Jiang Muye wanted to hurriedly hang up.

But Mi Lu called out excitedly, "Wait!"

"What is it?"

"I have a little gift for you."

"What?" Jiang Muye was puzzled.

Then Mi Lu's red lips curved into a dazzling smile.

She simply held the phone out farther.

Jiang Muye realized the phone screen was now pointed only at the huge LED screen on the runway.

"There's nothing there?" As soon as Jiang Muye's words fell, within just a few seconds, fireworks began appearing on both sides of the stage.

A vast expanse of dazzling brilliance.

Amid that passionate atmosphere, an image suddenly appeared on the huge LED screen.

Jiang Muye's eyes widened in astonishment.

He found enormous photographs plastered across it.

The photos were of Jiang Muye!

And they were photos of him as a child!

They should be photos of him at four or five years old, still riding a little toy car. His features were somewhat similar to how they were now, but his appearance was tender and childish, clearly with a hint of trying to look cool.

Jiang Muye was deeply shaken.

He himself barely remembered this photo.

How did she have it?

"Where did you get this?" Jiang Muye asked.

Mi Lu pressed her index finger to her red lips and shushed. "Keep watching. I'll tell you in a bit."

The photos slowly scrolled by, clearly going from his childhood gradually to his youth.

From his tender appearance slowly to his rugged, familiar look, to his current maturity.

Many of the photos were candid shots: photos of him running at sports meets, photos of him receiving an award as a Three-Good Student for the first time, photos of him on stage when he first participated in a host competition, photos of him playing basketball on the court…

It was Jiang Muye's first time witnessing such a process of growing up.

He suddenly felt very nostalgic.

Time had gone by so fast, so fast. He'd clearly still been a child before, and now he'd grown up in the blink of an eye.

Just as the corners of Jiang Muye's lips curled up involuntarily, a clear, soft, charming voice rose.

Jiang Muye looked in astonishment at Mi Lu, who had already picked up a microphone and walked onto the stage.

"These are all the photos of you I could get with all the effort I could muster. Some are from so long ago that they were probably pretty hard to collect." Mi Lu's eyes held deep affection.

"But it doesn't matter. I wasn't part of your past, but I won't be absent from your future."

"Jiang Muye, I've set my heart on you for this lifetime. Whether you're willing or not, I promised I'd pursue you 99 times, and I'll do it. Although I can't promise to love you unto death, I will never leave you."

Mi Lu's ice-pure skin, bathed in the lamplight, had a faint warm glow. Her brows and eyes were like a painting, and her enchanting figure lingered in Jiang Muye's sight, impossible to dispel.

"Right now I'm in New York, and you're back home. We're worlds apart, but I really, really miss you. Before, I used to think, what's the point of romance? It's something idiots do to kill time. But now I've become an idiot."

She paused, then said with deep affection, "It's fine if you won't take a step toward me. Then I'll walk all hundred steps myself. Just don't move, and I'll definitely catch up to you."

Mi Lu's voice was loud, and all the other roommates came over.

They were completely stunned by Mi Lu's stunt. After all, what girl could throw herself out there like that?

Mi Lu was the first to love so openly and without reservation!

Jiang Muye's feelings became very complicated. In Mi Lu, he saw his past self.

That foolish self who gave everything for love.

"How could you be an idiot? The real idiot is me." Jiang Muye paused, then continued, "I'm an idiot. You're so wonderful, and yet I won't let myself like you.

"I really don't feel anything for you right now. I want to like you, but I've tried and I couldn't do it. I wish you can find a guy you like soon."

【Congratulations, Host, on rejecting Mi Lu. You have obtained two hundred Grit Points.】

As soon as Jiang Muye's words fell, there was a loud clang as the microphone slammed heavily onto the ground.

Jiang Muye saw Mi Lu, flustered and at a loss.

She no longer looked as composed as before, but she quickly forced out a smile. "You've now rejected my 3rd confession. That leaves me with 96 confessions."

"Alright, it's getting late. It's about lights-out on your end, isn't it? Get some sleep. We'll talk again later."

Mi Lu's eyes were full of laughter. "Good night."

Then the video call ended.

Little White Dove gave Jiang Muye a thumbs-up and said, "You're a real man. She went that far, and you still turned her down after being so moved."

Old He retorted against Little White Dove. "I think Muzi wasn't moved at all. If he were moved, he'd have given himself to her by now."

"I really was moved, but being moved is being moved, and feelings are feelings. I'm still very rational about this. No feeling is no feeling. A short pain is better than a long one. Stringing her along now is what would be irresponsible." Jiang Muye was a very direct person.

Since there was no spark, he didn't want to see Mi Lu waste any more time on him.

But the problem was that Mi Lu was now extremely persistent about him, which made it a real headache for Jiang Muye to figure out how to resolve this relationship.

"Hey, you're so cruel now. What if you actually fall for Mi Lu someday? Won't that be a Chasing the Wife Crematorium?" Little White Dove said, gloating.

"I don't think so." Jiang Muye's brows knitted tightly. "If I really liked her, I'd have feelings for her now."

"Don't you think feelings are something you develop with more contact? If you don't give her a chance, how do you know she isn't your type? You, you're just too stuck in straight-guy thinking. A sexy beauty like Campus Belle Mi—you might as well just lie down and accept it." Little White Dove egged him on.

Old He chuckled too and said, "Yeah, do it first, love later."