Chapter 33: The Cold Campus Belle Is Keeping You

"Someone's talking about you on the Campus Network."

"Let them talk. It's not like they haven't before. I'll walk my own road and let them say what they want," Jiang Muye said calmly, his attention still on the game screen.

Little White Dove spat. "But those bastards are actually saying you're a kept man living off a woman, that the Cold Campus Belle is keeping you! She even bought you a sports car, and you drove it to school to show off."

Jiang Muye's hand suddenly slammed onto the keyboard with a loud clatter.

He said with utter displeasure, "How am I living off a woman!"

This wasn't just an insult to him, it was an insult to his system.

His system was called the No-Soft Rice System! A man with backbone like him—would he ever live off a woman?

"Exactly! I've gotta go curse them out, saying that about my brother!" Little White Dove rolled up his sleeves, ready to become a keyboard warrior and tear into the people badmouthing Jiang Muye—when he refreshed his phone and was stunned.

Seeing Little White Dove's astonished expression, Jiang Muye asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Little White Dove got excited. "The Cold Campus Belle really does love you!"

While Jiang Muye was still trying to make sense of it, Little White Dove hurriedly brought his phone over. Jiang Muye instinctively saw that on the Campus Network post questioning whether he was living off a woman, there was a new top comment.

@Leng Ruoli: 【He's strong enough. He doesn't live off a woman. I'll work hard to improve, and one day stand shoulder to shoulder with him.】

The likes on it had reached two thousand!

It was straight-up the top comment!

And the replies were uniformly envious of Jiang Muye.

After reading it, Jiang Muye's eyes felt a little warm.

Little White Dove snickered. "Is the Cold Campus Belle clearing things up, or confessing to you? Did you hear that? She wants to stand shoulder to shoulder with you soon. Heh heh, that's a pretty obvious hint, isn't it."

"Alright, only you could read that much into it. It's not like I never studied reading comprehension—my grades are way better than yours." Jiang Muye snorted.

"Yeah, but I have a girlfriend. Do you?" Little White Dove said smugly.

"If I wanted a girlfriend, I could get one whenever I wanted." Jiang Muye disdained to compete over this.

Little White Dove instantly deflated, his confidence draining away.

He really was jealous of Jiang Muye—handsome, good grades, good at basketball, and girls who liked him came by the truckload. Look, even the two great Campus Belles were already head over heels for Jiang Muye, jealous and competing over him.

"You really are a hate magnet. But this Cold Campus Belle really is devoted to you. Looks like she just registered her account—must've been afraid someone was being wrongly accused and suffering, so she jumped out to explain."

Hearing Little White Dove's words, Jiang Muye felt he had to do something.

So Jiang Muye got up and went out to the balcony, then made a WeChat call to Leng Ruoli.

The call connected in a second.

"Hello." A soft, ethereal voice sounded.

Jiang Muye could even sense the faint, uncontrollable trembling of excitement on the other end.

"Thanks for explaining for me on the Campus Network post," Jiang Muye said calmly. "Sorry for dragging you into this."

"It's no problem…" Leng Ruoli said shyly. "As long as it's about you, I don't mind at all."

Especially since his name appeared together with hers, which made Leng Ruoli feel utterly wonderful.

How could she possibly mind?

She wished her whole future life could be tangled up with Jiang Muye's.

Jiang Muye felt his ears grow warm at that. He said, "Want to play PUBG?"

"Huh?" Leng Ruoli was very surprised.

"I'll carry you and boost your rank."

She had helped him, after all—Jiang Muye didn't want to take advantage for nothing.

There had to be some real gratitude.

"…Okay!"

"Then log on." Jiang Muye's deep bass voice was especially magnetic, making Leng Ruoli's little face turn red. She hurriedly nodded and answered.

So Jiang Muye went back to the dorm and started playing PUBG with Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli coordinated with him exceptionally well.

They played ten games, and won at least eight of them. Jiang Muye would even deliberately leave enemies at low health and let Leng Ruoli finish them off.

"Wow, I got over ten kills!"

Leng Ruoli was clearly delighted, her voice full of joy.

Jiang Muye's lips curved up. He simply let Leng Ruoli take MVP, properly carrying her and boosting her rank.

By the time the sky dimmed, Leng Ruoli had to go to evening self-study, so the games stopped.

Leng Ruoli said, terribly reluctant to part, "Then let's play again tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Hearing that crisp, magnetic voice, Leng Ruoli was overjoyed.

Her heart blossomed, filled with happiness.

"Okay, then it's a deal. I'll go to class first."

After shutting off the game, Jiang Muye stretched.

Checking the time, he remembered he hadn't handed in a major assignment, so he might as well go hand it to the major's teacher.

Second floor of the teaching building.

Mi Lu was leaning against the handrail, texting on her phone. Her brown curls spilled over her shoulders, her beautiful face soft and alluring.

A wine-red off-shoulder tight bodycon dress made her figure sexy and fiery, her tender skin flawless. Her full peaks strained the dress into bulging roundness, her cleavage obvious, slim waist and long legs, her body propped against the railing only making her more graceful.

"Classmate."

Mi Lu heard a cool male voice from behind.

Her red lips curved at once.

No need to think—it had to be someone hitting on her.

After all, this happened to her every day. Who told her to be one of the school's Four Great Campus Belles? Just her pretty face and sexy figure were enough to enchant anyone.

Before she even graduated, she'd been scouted by a modeling agency and had already become a runway model with some fame in the circle.

The Rich Second-Generations and big bosses pursuing her were beyond counting.

But Mi Lu had never accepted anyone's pursuit. After all, she hadn't met a single one she truly liked—these stinking men were all just after her pretty skin.

Mi Lu cast a glance back with her enticing autumn-water eyes, and saw a handsome guy.

Not bad, pretty good-looking.

Pretty tall, too.

It was just a pity he was too young, seemed to be a junior.

"Sorry, I—" Just as Mi Lu instinctively meant to turn him down, she found the guy striding right past her.

Mi Lu was dumbfounded.

Wasn't he here to hit on her?

Mi Lu abruptly followed the guy's figure with her eyes—who would've thought he'd stride quickly and nab a male classmate hiding in the corner with a panicked look.

The male classmate clearly meant to run, but the guy swiftly chased him down like a cheetah. In Mi Lu's astonished gaze, an especially thrilling scene unfolded.

The guy slammed the other's face hard onto the floor, then pinned the classmate's back with his leg and twisted his arms behind his back.

"Let me go!" the classmate struggled, only to get a vicious thump on the head from the guy. "Stay put!"

The guy lowered his head and rudely snatched away the phone the classmate was trying to hide.

Mi Lu was startled.

Then her heart pounded thump-thump-thump.

He was fierce and arrogant, a trace of wolfish wildness between his brows, utterly fearless.

Deep eyes, thin lips, cold and merciless.

The moment he seized the phone, he carried an aura of slaughter.

Handsome. Simply too handsome!

He was clearly younger than her, but so full of manliness!