Chapter 285: Give Me a Little Sweetness

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

"I just can't bear to let go. Tell me, could I skip class today and sit in on yours instead?" Jiang Muye held Xia Xiran… no, held Leng Ruoli, unable to bring himself to release her.

Leng Ruoli nestled in Jiang Muye's embrace, feeling his domineering aura, and smiled sweetly. "It's just an hour apart. Do you really need to skip class? Come on, you can't expect your roommates to check in for you every day."

Jiang Muye sniffed Leng Ruoli's hair and sighed. "Wrong, not an hour — sixty-five minutes and fifty seconds, exactly."

"Pfft, you calculated it that precisely."

"That's the time until we meet again, so of course it has to be precise." Jiang Muye pinched Leng Ruoli's fair, pretty little face.

Leng Ruoli stuck out her tongue. "Fine, then I'll let you suffer and endure it for a bit. We'll see each other soon enough."

"Alright, I'll endure it for now. Then how about giving me a little sweetness?" Jiang Muye tapped his thin lips.

Leng Ruoli glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, lifted her face and kissed Jiang Muye's lips.

Jiang Muye was utterly satisfied and nodded firmly. "See you in a bit, then."

"Okay." Leng Ruoli smiled gently. "Eat your breakfast while it's hot."

"Definitely," Jiang Muye said with a smile, just as Leng Ruoli was about to speak. "Alright, I know you're definitely going to nag me, saying if I skip breakfast it's bad for my stomach. Now that I'm with you, I'm super disciplined — I've already kicked the habit of regularly skipping breakfast."

In the past, Jiang Muye had never cared about eating breakfast. Unless he was genuinely hungry, he couldn't be bothered to go buy any.

He'd rather save the money to play a few hours at an internet café, and over time he'd developed stomach problems. Now that he had the System, though, he'd long since used the Restoration Art to cure his stomach condition.

However, Leng Ruoli didn't know that and was still worrying about his stomach.

Still, it warmed Jiang Muye's heart. Who wouldn't like having a girlfriend who cared about them?

Leng Ruoli grinned, full of smiles. "Good that you know. Then I'm heading in."

After Leng Ruoli went inside, Jiang Muye carried his breakfast and leisurely headed toward his own classroom.

But in the hallway, he saw Yu Xi, whose face was pale.

Their eyes met.

Yu Xi's lips, colorless and pale, were clenched tight. He looked lonely and wretched, which only made Jiang Muye seem more rosy-cheeked and high-spirited by contrast.

Jiang Muye looked down at Yu Xi coldly. "Hm, you still dare to come to school? You've got some nerve."

"I didn't do anything wrong, so why can't I come to school?" Yu Xi's eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye's gaze was icy. "That photo of Xia Xiran last night — that was your doing, wasn't it? You photoshopped a picture yourself and thought you could damage my reputation? Sorry to disappoint you. Everything went exactly the opposite of what you wanted."

His subordinates had long since investigated and found that Yu Xi had sent a waiter to make that photo.

So when Jiang Muye saw Yu Xi, he was furious.

"You can run from the first day of the month, but not from the fifteenth." Yu Xi glared at Jiang Muye, unwilling to back down.

Jiang Muye grabbed Yu Xi and kicked him in the abdomen.

Yu Xi's whole body curled up and he collapsed to the ground. The sudden, intense pain made his stomach cramp, and he clutched his belly, crying out in agony.

Jiang Muye looked at Yu Xi with disdain. "Don't get cocky with me. If you don't want to lose even that worthless life of yours, you'd better get as far away as possible. I'm not here to inform you — I'm here to order you. Transfer schools within three days!"

His eyes carried a murderous intent. "Otherwise, I'll have someone force you to drop out!"

Yu Xi's eyes turned bloodshot. "Don't even think about it!"

"Oh, is that so? Then take a look at this video and tell me if you still want to defy me!" Jiang Muye snapped, holding up his phone to show Yu Xi a video.

Yu Xi was dumbfounded.

That video was the scene at Luofante where his pants had fallen down.

There was no mosaic at all — it exposed his naked, humiliating image for all to see.

Yu Xi's breathing grew rapid. His fingers were already clutching desperately at the seams of his pants. In that instant, he really felt like he was going insane.

He was a person who prided himself so much, yet before Jiang Muye he had no dignity whatsoever.

"If you don't transfer, then I'll make this video public." Jiang Muye declared forcefully.

Since Yu Xi was shameless, there was no need to spare his face.

Rage was already roaring in Yu Xi's chest. He looked at Jiang Muye with resentment.

But now the one doing the threatening was Jiang Muye, and he had no power to fight back.

He even lunged forward to snatch the phone from Jiang Muye's hand, but Jiang Muye pushed Yu Xi away effortlessly.

By now Yu Xi was already very weak. His already colorless face was now as white as paper, without even a trace of color.

"Even if you delete it from my phone, can you delete it from everyone else's? It's not just me who has it right now." Jiang Muye looked at Yu Xi coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Xi looked exactly like him — and that if this little video got out, people might mistake it for him — he would have made it public long ago.

Jiang Muye loathed this person who looked identical to him.

Appearing before him for no reason at all, and then doing all sorts of things to annoy him — he just wanted Yu Xi to disappear.

Yu Xi was full of a bitter refusal to accept what was happening, but the video was still playing over and over, a constant reminder of how disgraceful he was.

Tears were already welling up in Yu Xi's eyes. In frustration, he punched the wall with his fist, utterly helpless and regretful.

Jiang Muye just watched coldly from the sidelines.

He'd thought he would need to spend some time to make Yu Xi leave.

But who would have thought that Yu Xi would look at him deeply and say, "Fine. I'll go."

When Jiang Muye heard Yu Xi's words, he breathed a quiet breath of relief.

This lunatic was finally leaving.

"But me transferring schools doesn't mean you've won." Yu Xi threatened Jiang Muye viciously. "If that video gets out, I won't let you off."

"Do you think I'm afraid? You'd better worry about yourself. You can't even protect yourself and you're still threatening me — do you know what happens when you piss me off?" Still unsatisfied, Jiang Muye stepped forward and kicked Yu Xi hard again.

Yu Xi really was frail. A few kicks from Jiang Muye and he was already groaning.

Jiang Muye looked at Yu Xi arrogantly. "Only if you listen to me will I consider going easy on you. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die without a burial place."

He picked up his backpack and turned to leave coldly.

Yu Xi curled up in the corner, jealousy and hatred flickering in his eyes.

After shaking off Yu Xi, Jiang Muye felt refreshed and invigorated.

Today's class was Professional Gouache Class. After taking a few bites of his rice ball, Jiang Muye headed into the art studio.

Little White Dove's loud, brash voice was especially clear in the studio.

It could be heard clearly even out in the hallway. Little White Dove said…