Noble Academy's Mob Character: Reborn as the Campus Heartthrob - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Dream Ends

He Zhou, watching Qi Yuan’s reaction closely, saw him completely ignore him, showing no sign of hurt, but instead… what was it?

Excitement, yes, excitement.

He Zhou relished Qi Yuan’s indifferent attitude toward him.

Whether his team won or lost the match meant little to He Zhou. His sole purpose was to see Qi Yuan.

After all, You Qinghe had kept Qi Yuan so well-guarded that He Zhou had no chance to meet him. He’d orchestrated this match through some underhanded tactics, indifferent to the consequences.

The stadium lights blazed brightly, and each basket ignited thunderous cheers from the crowd.

Qi Yuan could feel a sticky gaze fixed on him, but whenever he turned to look, he only saw backs, as if it were his imagination playing tricks.

But was it truly his imagination?

He inexplicably sensed otherwise. Frowning, his mind drifted until halftime snapped him back to reality.

You Qinghe’s stamina was extraordinary; by the end of the first half, he barely broke a sweat.

As soon as the referee called for the break, he dashed over to Qi Yuan, beaming with anticipation for praise.

“Baby, aren’t I cool?”

Qi Yuan hadn’t actually watched much of the game. He wasn’t particularly interested in basketball, or really any sports for that matter.

But he couldn’t admit to not watching, nor could he confess his lack of interest in basketball. So he manually liked the post and praised, “Very handsome! Keep up the good work next time.”

Anyone could see through the insincerity, but You Qinghe, blinded by her infatuation, took it as genuine praise from her beloved.

You Qinghe’s eyes curved downward in a smile, her gaze brimming with affection. As if struck by a sudden idea, she leaned closer and whispered into Qi Yuan’s ear, “Baby, do you want to feel my abs? They’re even more defined and rock-hard after exercising~”

???

Qi Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Me? Touch your abs?

“N-no! No need!”

“In public? Everyone’s watching!”

He refused, trying to back away from the pervert, but found himself trapped.

“Don’t be shy, Baby. After all, it can’t just be Baby rewarding me—I want to reward Baby too.”

You Qinghe lifted a corner of her shirt, seized Qi Yuan’s hand, and pressed it against her abdomen.

!!!

Is that what you call “shy”?

Qi Yuan was truly at his wit’s end. After enduring so much humiliation, his heart had grown stronger—it was just a dream anyway. He’d become a dead pig unafraid of scalding water.

Just as he had finally calmed himself down, Qi Yuan froze, staring at his hand.

Warm and slightly damp, the sensation was completely different from touching his own abdomen. Beneath his palm, he could clearly feel the tight, defined eight-pack abs, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how good they felt.

He didn’t exercise much normally. Whenever he had free time or got tired of studying, he would go for a run—his only form of exercise.

Thanks to running, though he lacked You Qinghe’s obvious abdominal muscles, he at least didn’t have a paunch. With effort, he could still squeeze out a four-pack.

Wait, is this really the time to be thinking about this?

Qi Yuan wept inwardly. How long has it been? Already, You Qinghe has corrupted me!

“How is it, Baby? Don’t you think your boyfriend’s abs feel great?” You Qinghe’s eyes were full of encouragement, urging Qi Yuan to speak his mind boldly.

Qi Yuan: “………”

He silently withdrew his hand.

The words caught in his throat, impossible to utter. Fortunately, the referee’s whistle saved him.

Interrupted while waiting for a response, You Qinghe reluctantly stood up. “Never mind.”

Qi Yuan finally looked around. Indeed, no one seemed to be paying them any attention. Of course, another possibility lingered: perhaps everyone in the dream had simply grown accustomed to their clingy behavior. After all, to outsiders, they were lovers.

The halftime break ended.

In the second half, the Red Team rallied fiercely, finally managing to tie the score. But their joy lasted only a few seconds before You Qinghe snatched the lead back.

His emotions were strikingly transparent; when he was unhappy, he made no attempt to hide it.

Qi Yuan could see You Qinghe was toying with the Red Team, deliberately letting them close the gap, giving them hope, only to crush it again. What a bastard, he thought.

In reality, You Qinghe was exactly like this—living entirely on his own terms.

His family background certainly supported his arrogance. As the Young Master of the You Family, he controlled vast assets, and his elder brother already held sway in the company. With no expectations from his family beyond his happiness and freedom, he was truly a pampered darling—a winner in life who could have anything he wanted. How enviable.

The gap between the teams widened again, and finally, the second half ended.

The Blue Team emerged victorious without a doubt.

Qi Yuan picked up a water bottle from beside his feet, stood up, and twisted the cap open with force.

You Qinghe had worked up quite a sweat this time, his face flushed red. He took the bottle from Qi Yuan and splashed the water over his face.

You Qinghe hugged Qi Yuan tightly. “I won, Baby.”

Qi Yuan: “Mm, you won.”

“You Qing is really amazing.”

The hair brushing against his neck tickled, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he patted You Qinghe’s back a few times, like he would a brother.

After a few pats, Qi Yuan was released.

At that moment, he noticed the dream beginning to blur. Across from him, You Qinghe’s lips moved, forming words, but Qi Yuan couldn’t hear them. He could vaguely make out the shape of his mouth forming the word “reward.”

The next second, Qi Yuan woke up.

The alarm clock beside his pillow rang incessantly, grating on his nerves. He shut it off, stared at the ceiling, and then buried his face in the blanket, his mind a mess.

Muttering to himself, “Did the dream dissolve this time because I praised You Qinghe?”

He wasn’t sure if he’d stumbled upon a crucial clue, but he was certain there was a connection.

Actually, You Qinghe had been quite direct in the first dream. He wanted Qi Yuan’s forgiveness, starting with those very words. The dream shattered as soon as he received it.

In the second dream, You Qinghe had given hints as well. He wanted to win the basketball game, craved Qi Yuan’s praise, and desired a reward.

After winning the competition, Qi Yuan had praised He Zhou, and the dream quickly dissolved. He realized the reward wasn’t necessarily the primary condition, something that had to be completed, but rather more like a side quest in a game.

Having figured this out, Qi Yuan got out of bed, tidied himself up, and prepared a simple breakfast: a piece of bread and a glass of water.

After finishing, he grabbed his room card and headed out.

Waiting at the station for the route car, he didn’t have to wait long before it arrived. Apart from the driver, he was the only passenger—the first to board.

The car started moving at a leisurely pace. No one else boarded during the entire journey. At this hour, the academic building was bustling with senior and new students. While the senior students made up the majority, the proportion of freshmen was relatively small; many were likely still asleep.

Qi Yuan disembarked and entered the building, standing before the elevator.

After a few minutes, the elevator chimed, indicating its arrival on the first floor. The doors slowly slid open.

Inside stood a man with gold-rimmed glasses and a smile, the glass lenses reflecting the cold glare of the fluorescent lights.

It was He Zhou!