Chapter 42: I'm Not Interested in You, Sexy Campus Belle

Mi Lu twisted her slender waist, her entire delicate body about to lean against Jiang Muye. He hurriedly dragged a male student in front of him.

Close call—Mi Lu nearly fell into the boy's arms.

The boy, however, was thoroughly enjoying it. Looking at the beautiful goddess so close at hand, he was in great spirits.

He dreamed of being this close to a girl like her.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Mi Lu dodged the high heels. Even angry, she was adorably sulky. She gazed at Jiang Muye, who was keeping his distance, with some unwillingness.

"It took me a long time to find you."

Mi Lu wasn't lying.

She'd been lying in wait for ages, but hadn't caught sight of Jiang Muye.

She'd also looked through the student records, but there were truly too many—she couldn't get through them at all.

Just when her head was splitting from searching, she found that heaven still favored her.

Mi Lu spotted Jiang Muye right on the basketball court. He was so handsome when he played basketball—dashing and elegant, tall and imposing. His dunks were simply breathtaking.

Who could compete with that!

An invincible handsome guy!

Standing out from the crowd—who could compare!

Mi Lu was overjoyed. Then she remembered being stood up, and without caring whether the game was over or not, she ran straight up to catch her man.

She couldn't let her Prince Charming get away again.

But who'd have thought—now that she'd found him, he was avoiding her.

Jiang Muye looked at Mi Lu, who was eager to grab him, and felt thoroughly annoyed. "Senior, we're not that close. What exactly do you want with me? Just say it."

He had never imagined that helping someone would land him a Campus Belle.

Mi Lu shyly said to Jiang Muye, "There is something. A very important something."

"Hm?" As Jiang Muye waited, Mi Lu answered, "I want to go on a date with you!"

Mi Lu said it especially loudly.

Everyone on the court heard it and all turned to look at Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye instantly became the target of everyone's attention.

Confessions were common at school—happening almost every moment.

But when the girl confessing was a Campus Belle, that was a big deal!

The person before them was the sexy, fiery Campus Belle Mi—super beautiful, super fit, super nice personality, and a famous runway model.

Her hot figure could make people's noses bleed. She was many boys' first awakening, and some even made dolls based on her face and body proportions.

Campus Belle Mi was flirtatious, but no one had ever seen her get close to any man. You could say she walked through a forest of green without a leaf touching her, let alone hearing her swear she wanted to date someone.

Simply unprecedented!

A miracle!

And this miracle had to happen to Jiang Muye!

That made it even more miraculous!

Quite a few boys were green with envy and started discussing it.

"Jiang Muye's luck with Campus Belles is just too good. First Campus Belle Xia, then the Cold Campus Belle, and now Campus Belle Mi is interested in him too. Could it be that Campus Belle Jiang is secretly in love with him as well?"

"Very possible! Maybe in a few days Campus Belle Jiang will come confess! What kind of Campus Belle-magnet constitution does Jiang Muye have? No one's girlfriend can stay beautiful forever, but Jiang Muye's girlfriends can!"

"You said it. Any one of these three Campus Belles is unbelievably beautiful, all goddesses. Yet all the goddesses go for Jiang Muye. What's that about!"

"I don't want much—just give me one of them, boohoo. How come I don't have a single one! Jiang Muye's a total lady-killer. Look, the Campus Belles are all head over heels for him."

Before, Jiang Muye had been mocked by the boys as a simp, a Spare Tire who could never catch Campus Belle Xia.

But now? They felt their earlier thinking was truly foolish.

Would Jiang Muye be a simp? Now three Campus Belles were chasing Jiang Muye—if anyone's simping, it's them for him!

Even the Senior famous for his "thousand kills" wasn't as exaggerated as Jiang Muye. A thousand kills is at least about quantity—not about conquering so many high-quality women.

When Jiang Muye heard Mi Lu's words, he was taken aback. "Senior, this is only our second time meeting, you know!"

Mi Lu smiled and nodded. "I know, but true love isn't about how long you've known each other. I'm interested in you and I want to pursue you."

"Senior, to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, I'm not interested in you." Jiang Muye rejected her outright.

But Mi Lu wasn't discouraged. "That's fine. Pursuing you is supposed to take some time—after all, you're the first man I've set my sights on. You're not interested in me, so we need to spend more time together. That way interest can develop, which is all the more reason you should date me."

Seeing Mi Lu's glib tongue, Jiang Muye felt annoyed. "I don't have time. I need to play ball."

He instinctively grabbed the ball to dunk, but Mi Lu let out a huff, hopping angrily like a little rabbit. "Only a real man wouldn't play with this kind of ball."

If he had the guts, he'd come play with her balls.

Then he'd be a real man.

Jiang Muye looked at Mi Lu, who was following him like a little tail, and rubbed his temple ruefully. "Senior, if you keep this up, I can't even play ball."

"Even better—it'll be convenient for us to slip into the woods, chat, and look at the night view. The night is long—it's so boring to waste it here."

Mi Lu tilted her head up at Jiang Muye and smiled. "What's your name?"

"No comment." Jiang Muye coldly shot from long range.

It went in cleanly.

"Wow, amazing!" Mi Lu wasn't upset. She ran over, eagerly picked up the basketball—her peaks swaying even more vigorously as she ran.

She breathed out like orchids, her eyes sparkling. Her pretty manicured nails gripped the basketball and held it out to Jiang Muye. "My name is Mi Lu. Be sure to remember it—this is your future girlfriend's name."

Little White Dove and the others immediately started whistling and catcalling.

Jiang Muye was helpless.

He had never imagined that at twenty-two, he'd still be seduced by an older girl.

How was he supposed to reject such a bold confession?

Jiang Muye thought it over and replied, "I don't like women older than me."

"Why not? A girl three years older is like a gold brick—you've got a gold brick right here, so hurry up and hold on to it, you little dummy." Mi Lu harrumphed, but soon said cheerfully, "You don't like older-woman-younger-man relationships? Then I'll just change my age to be younger, and then there'll be no reason to keep us apart."

She struck a sexy pose, her hand resting on her pretty cheek, and threw Jiang Muye a flirtatious look. "Besides, I look quite young, don't I? No one would be able to tell the age gap between us."

Mi Lu really wasn't joking.

Although she was three years older than Jiang Muye, she still looked quite youthful, her face full of collagen, and her figure was great—enough to make mouths water.

Jiang Muye wasn't interested in Mi Lu. He said coolly, "Senior, I suggest you don't waste your effort. Last time, I would have helped any girl I happened to swap in. No need to offer yourself in return."

Jiang Muye sat down on the steps, and Mi Lu plopped herself down right next to him. Her graceful, sexy figure was alluring, presenting an S-curve. Her slender jade hand rested on Jiang Muye's shoulder as she explained, "Don't misunderstand. It's not because you saved me that I'm offering myself to repay you."

"I'm obviously into you, and that's why I want to be with you."

Jiang Muye could feel Mi Lu's fingers gently stroking, the flirtatious gesture making him a bit uncomfortable.

Just as he wanted to divert her, her charming, pretty face leaned against his neck, her breath like orchids. "Why are you sweating so much? You've had it rough. Let me wipe it for you."

She then began to use a tissue to wipe his sweat, and the fresh scent of her body instantly surrounded his nose.

Jiang Muye's breathing tightened.

He abruptly stood up, snatched the tissue, and wiped himself. "I can do it myself."

Mi Lu pursed her lips slightly in seeming dissatisfaction, her jade peaks trembling. She held out her soft pink palm and wheedled, "Then give me your phone~"

"No need."

"How is there no need!" Mi Lu grew anxious, her seductive frame shaking as she pressed on relentlessly. "Without your WeChat, how am I supposed to find you?"

Jiang Muye was perplexed.

How had he offended her?

Why was she clinging to him like this?

"I'm going back to the dorm." Jiang Muye instinctively headed coldly toward the dormitory building.

Mi Lu looked at his solitary, cold back and huffed angrily. "What a clueless straight guy!"

But the harder someone was to win over, the more it stirred her desire to conquer.

How could she, Mi Lu, just let the man she'd set her sights on escape like this?

Mi Lu's gaze fell on a few boys on the court. Her red lips curled up, and she swayed her lovely, graceful figure over to them.