Chapter 389: Courting Is Inferior to Pinning Her Down

When he wanted to complain about Leng Ruoli, he saw her already fleeing like she was flying.

Looking at that cute, blank little figure, Jiang Muye couldn't muster a shred of anger.

But what about this iced cola?

Jiang Muye stared at the iced cola for a moment, only for a pair of fair hands to land on top of it.

"Give it to me to drink, I just happen to be a bit thirsty." Little White Dove was burning hot. He saw the iced cola in Jiang Muye's hand and reached to snatch it, but Jiang Muye dodged his thieving hand.

"Want to drink, go buy your own!"

"The vending machine's too far! Give me a sip, just one sip, you cheapskate!" Little White Dove grumbled.

Seeing Jiang Muye guarding the cola like a treasured prize, he gave up: "It's just a bottle of cola, didn't you say you don't drink cola, that it kills sperm?"

"I want to drink it now, don't I? Besides, I've got so much of the stuff I'd be hard-pressed to kill it all. Never mind one bottle, a billion bottles wouldn't kill me off!" Jiang Muye harrumphed.

Little White Dove was helpless: "Fine, whatever you say. I'll go buy one myself."

Jiang Muye wiped off some sweat and sat down on the stairs.

He twisted open the bottle and took a refreshing gulp.

It really hit the spot.

After drinking for a bit, Jiang Muye suddenly discovered a "secret" on the cola.

Where he'd drunk from, he could clearly see something written in black ink.

After drinking a bit more, Jiang Muye made out the full text on the bottle.

【I only like you.】

He froze.

He was entirely unprepared for such a hidden trick inside.

When he saw her delicate handwriting, his eyes grew hot.

All that flashed through Jiang Muye's mind were the beautiful memories of him and Leng Ruoli.

There wasn't the slightest bit of pain.

Every single frame of memory was startlingly vivid.

If his other past events had all grown blurry, the ones with her alone remained fresh in his mind.

If only Leng Ruoli hadn't fallen for someone else, hadn't fallen for Yu Xi. How great that would be.

Dejection filled Jiang Muye's eyes as he clutched the cola bottle tight.

Then, in a fit of pique, he hurled the bottle into the trash can—

He thought he was still as clueless as before, but looking back, he saw that both the person and everything else had changed.

Him looking back didn't mean others were still the way they'd once been.

After finishing his ball game, Jiang Muye went to pick up a package.

He planned to go back and sleep well, and once he woke up, nothing would hurt anymore.

But he never imagined that when he went to enter his pickup code, he'd find a photo of two people on the Hive parcel locker.

The girl leaned into the boy's arms, the two of them with white clouds and blue sky at their backs, an air of pure innocence about them, happiness filling both their faces.

And the girl was Leng Ruoli.

The boy was beyond any doubt him.

Beneath the photo were the words: 【Leng Ruoli will love Jiang Muye forever.】

When Jiang Muye saw those words, his eyes gradually reddened.

He'd thought she wasn't the way she used to be, but she still was.

No matter how hard Jiang Muye tried, traces of her still remained in his world.

"The Cold Campus Belle treats you so well. Every single Hive locker's a declaration of true love~ And it's not just our school, it's every major university! Must've cost a fortune!" The male student lined up behind him spoke to Jiang Muye with envy.

The others clearly had no idea Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli had already broken up, and were still caught up in their envy of Jiang Muye.

Only Jiang Muye understood exactly what was really going on.

His inner struggle was like that of a drowning man, growing more agonizing by the moment.

After picking up his package, Jiang Muye grabbed his phone and dialed Leng Ruoli. "What exactly are you trying to do? Why put a photo like that up there?"

Leng Ruoli replied, "If you don't like that photo, I'll swap it for another."

Hearing her words, Jiang Muye felt utterly powerless.

He crouched down by the side of the road and asked, "Leng Ruoli, what exactly do you want from me?"

Jiang Muye fought hard to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

He was desperately fooling his own heart, telling it not to like her anymore. Could it just work?

But hearing her voice, he couldn't help but like her.

"Jiang Muye, I love you, and it's still the same thing I said before. You're my one in a hundred, the person I'd chat with even with only 1% battery left. Right now my battery's down to 1%, but talking with you, I'm at 100%."

As her voice, like a clear breeze, swept past his ear, Jiang Muye's heart pounded.

"Ding."

Jiang Muye heard the sound of the phone opposite him running out of battery.

Then the call cut off abruptly.

Carried to him on the wind, his heart was moved.

Give the chance, and fight with his back to the river.

Or end it, and turn away?

…

Jiang Muye had just come out of the restroom after washing his hair when Little White Dove came rushing in from outside like a frantic monkey, pointing outside and saying, "Downstairs, downstairs, huff huff huff…"

Seeing Little White Dove's stammering, Jiang Muye was instantly speechless. "Can you get it out all in one breath, what exactly are you trying to say?"

At this rate he'd die of frustration.

"Let me catch my breath! Get downstairs and look, the Cold Campus Belle is actually downstairs about to confess to you!"

Little White Dove's words left Jiang Muye stunned.

Without thinking, he ran out onto the balcony. No wonder it'd been so noisy outside—so someone was setting up a confession scene.

There was already quite a crowd of onlookers nearby.

And apart from Leng Ruoli, the ones setting it up were Mi Lu and Xia Xiran.

The confession scene was lavish, not like the average one with a few lit candles. You could say it was a gorgeous fairy-tale setup that had cost real money.

What was going on?

As Jiang Muye stood there dumbfounded, Leng Ruoli spotted him coming out.

She actually grabbed a megaphone and shouted, "Jiang Muye of dorm 505, please give me five minutes. I have some things I want to say to you."

In an instant, everyone's eyes fixed in Jiang Muye's direction.

Feeling everyone's gazes on him, Jiang Muye felt the pressure.

The important thing was, it was his first time being confessed to by a girl in front of everyone.

"I was wrong before, I made you angry, and I apologize for not resolving things properly at the time. But from now on I'll make it up to you," Leng Ruoli said with deep affection.

Her eyes were firm, her tone resolute.

Jiang Muye didn't want to hear it—he knew she was just making excuses. Rather than let her disturb his heart, better to hear none of it.

"Let's go in," Jiang Muye said, feigning indifference. Under Little White Dove's astonished gaze he was about to turn and head back into the dormitory, only to hear the sound of a guitar.

Jiang Muye's steps halted.

Little White Dove's astonished voice rang out. "Is the Cold Campus Belle about to sing?"

Jiang Muye instinctively looked downstairs.

He found Leng Ruoli sitting on a chair, holding a guitar.

From what he knew of her, she wasn't very good with instruments.

Her hands were very fair, with several band-aids stuck on her fingers—probably from recent practice.

The way she played, Jiang Muye could tell, wasn't yet very polished.

Leng Ruoli was the slow-to-warm type, clearly not used to singing under the gaze of so many people, but she still tried her best to sing.