Chapter 11: Crushing on a Person's

At that moment, Jiang Muye wasn't affected by those gazes in the slightest.

He had long since grown a thick skin after proposing to Xia Xiran ninety-nine times.

From a social-anxiety sufferer to a social butterfly—what was there to fear? Walk your own path and let others talk.

After Leng Ruoli walked Jiang Muye to the bottom of the building, Jiang Muye took the things and said gratefully, "Thanks for helping me. I'll head up first, bye."

"Okay, bye," Leng Ruoli said softly.

Although they had already said their goodbyes, her feet were reluctant to move away.

She gazed at Jiang Muye's slender departing back as if waiting for an eternity.

Soon, when she saw Jiang Muye's WeChat in her friends list, Leng Ruoli was overjoyed.

Earlier, her courage had been tiny.

She had never dared to strike up a conversation with the boy she liked.

But now she had bravely taken the first step.

Walking the remaining ninety-nine steps would surely be much easier, right?

Leng Ruoli held her phone to her chest and smiled sweetly.

Carrying the breakfast, Leng Ruoli happily ran back to her dorm room.

After Leng Ruoli returned to the dorm, she set the breakfast down on the desk of her roommate Mi Lu, who was putting on makeup, her mood bright.

"Mi Lu, I brought you breakfast~" Leng Ruoli said happily.

Mi Lu was also one of the Four Great Campus Belles. Her family circumstances were a bit inferior to Leng Ruoli's. She was the school's sexy goddess, a senior in her fourth year, two years above Leng Ruoli.

She was also one of Leng Ruoli's few friends.

Now Mi Lu was a model with some fame.

Her face was pretty, and her peaks were full. She wore a slim-fitting V-neck slip dress, her long fair legs slender and pale.

She could be called an angel's face and a devil's figure—alluring and seductive, sexy and enticing. Plenty of homebody guys at the school drooled over her. She was a veritable femme fatale.

Mi Lu, who had been drawing her eyebrows with her legs crossed, put down the eyebrow pencil and asked curiously, "What's up today? Suddenly bringing me breakfast—did you change your nature? Don't tell me your dream guy rejected your breakfast, so you gave it to me to eat."

Leng Ruoli's face instantly turned red. "How could that be! Anyway, it's for you."

There was no way she would say that after eating breakfast, she had seen Jiang Muye appear in the cafeteria and secretly gone to buy an extra portion, using the excuse of borrowing his card to get closer to him.

"Heh heh, you being this happy means he definitely didn't reject you. Tell me, what happened between you two!" Mi Lu grew curious.

She knew Leng Ruoli had a crush on some dream guy, but not who.

Leng Ruoli had transferred schools for that person's sake, but unfortunately he was already devoted to another girl.

All Leng Ruoli could do was love him alone, silently giving from behind the scenes.

Mi Lu especially wanted to stick up for Leng Ruoli. If she were that guy, she would have long since fallen at Leng Ruoli's feet—how could she go and like another girl?

But who on earth was that guy? To make someone as beautiful and perfect as Leng Ruoli unable to forget him.

Leng Ruoli's little face was red to the extreme as she stammered, "I… added his WeChat."

At this, Leng Ruoli's heart was racing again.

Faced with Mi Lu's "Whoa," she immediately covered her face in embarrassment.

Her pretty face had gone completely red. "Even though I added his WeChat, I have no way of knowing how to chat with him."

"That's easy. Just send a few revealing photos—what guy could hold back? Our Ruoli has such a great figure. Show off your weapons and those long legs, and I guarantee you'll have him in the palm of your hand!" Mi Lu teased with a laugh.

Faced with Mi Lu's boob grab, Leng Ruoli was teased until her little face flushed scarlet. She immediately covered her chest with both hands and giggled, "Mi Lu, spare me. I wouldn't dare… Besides, that would make him think I'm too easy."

Leng Ruoli was very shy.

Mi Lu analyzed it. "Right, a girl should be a bit reserved at the outset. Leave the pervy old man stuff to the guys."

Leng Ruoli nodded bashfully. "What will you do, then?"

"How about…" Mi Lu leaned in and began whispering something into Leng Ruoli's ear, making her face grow even redder. "Is that okay?"

"Give it a try. If anything, it might just work." The corners of Mi Lu's mouth curled up. "Revealing yet shy is the highest realm of seducing a man."

…

When Jiang Muye brought the breakfast into the dorm room, all three roommates turned to look at the door in unison.

Like wolves and tigers.

A faint green light glimmered in their eyes.

It gave Jiang Muye the creeps.

Little White Dove even raised his phone and pointed it at Jiang Muye, grinning maliciously. "Oh ho, Muzi, you've learned to be bad. You've been hiding it pretty deep!"

On the phone was a secretly taken photo of Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli walking together on campus.

Jiang Muye was surprised.

He had never imagined the photo would be taken.

"Where did that come from?" Jiang Muye asked.

Little White Dove said excitedly, "It was posted on the school network! It's been pushed to the top as a hot thread! Did you really get together with the Cold Campus Belle?"

Old He was excited. "Muzi, you really have a future. That's the Cold Campus Belle! Her family's super rich. If you become a live-in son-in-law, you'll never worry about food or drink for the rest of your life—absolutely top-notch."

Kai let out a sigh. "Old He, your Mindset's too small. All you think about is eating soft rice? Isn't the Cold Campus Belle pretty, with a good figure? If it were me, I'd want to stick to her every day."

"You all have girlfriends, okay! Stop thinking about all that nonsense." Jiang Muye poured cold water on them.

Little White Dove wouldn't have it. "Everyone likes a beauty! Having a girlfriend still doesn't stop me from watching porn!" He then chuckled. "Mm, starting to protect her, are we? How far have you and the Cold Campus Belle gotten? Have you kissed?"

Jiang Muye rolled his eyes. "Pour out all the yellow trash in your head. I'm not interested in her, and between us it's nothing but a pure classmate relationship! Are you eating breakfast or not? If not, I'll feed it to the dog."

Little White Dove was protective of his food and immediately crawled out of bed, afraid Jiang Muye would really dump the breakfast. He said anxiously, "Muzi—no, Bro Mu, I was wrong, isn't that enough!"

Only then did Jiang Muye nod in satisfaction.

He began to sit down and eat breakfast.

The other three also got up to wash.

Old He brushed his teeth, foam still in his mouth, and asked, "I think the Cold Campus Belle might be interested in you? I've never seen her get close to any guy."

Little White Dove nodded. "I think so too. Considering how many people confessed to her before, and how many she rejected and made cry. I think you should launch a proactive pursuit and take her down."

Jiang Muye's brows knitted tightly.

Various of Leng Ruoli's actions and her flushed face swirled in his mind.

When a girl learns to take the initiative, it's mostly because she's interested in that guy.

So Leng Ruoli should be interested in him.

Jiang Muye lowered his eyelids and said coolly, "So what if she's interested? I don't want to date right now. Exam week is coming up, so I'd better study hard. Passing a few more certificate exams will help with finding a job later."

Jiang Muye was an extremely serious person when it came to relationships.

He had struggled to end a relationship, and it was hard for him to easily enter another one.

He needed time to heal, to calm down and think independently about the gains and losses of his last relationship, so he could face the next one as a brand-new him.

"But the Cold Campus Belle is so pretty, and rich!" Little White Dove said, exasperated at his failure to meet expectations.

"Eat more, talk less." Jiang Muye picked up Little White Dove's breakfast. "If you keep yapping at me, I'll dump it."

"I'll eat, I'll eat!"

Little White Dove certainly couldn't refuse to protect his breakfast—he couldn't go hungry, could he?

Jiang Muye ate his breakfast quietly.

Leng Ruoli was indeed perfect, but liking someone wasn't because of how good she was—it was because you wanted to be good to her.

Jiang Muye had no special feelings for Leng Ruoli. In short, there was no spark. Since that was the case, other people's opinions had no means of swaying him.

After Jiang Muye finished breakfast, a WeChat notification suddenly came through.

Jiang Muye picked up his phone and looked, surprised for a moment.

The person who had sent the WeChat message was actually Leng Ruoli!