Right after getting dumped, He suddenly learned that his best buddy was the legendary cold-as-ice school beauty. - Chapter 39

“Damn, Ji Qingqian is way too strong… completely leaving everyone else behind.”

“That’s real talent. Even the photos of Goddess Ji captured candidly still look better than everyone else’s professionally edited ones.”

“Her popularity’s off the charts.”

During the military training break, the boys who were close gathered together, whispering among themselves, dissecting the results of the so-called “Campus Belle Contest.”

On the voting leaderboard, Ji Qingqian from their class was leagues ahead of everyone else.

Secretly, they stole glances at the undisputed campus belle.

She sipped her bottled water with an expression as cool as ice.

A few beads of sweat clung to her flawless face. Without makeup, her delicate brows and natural look suited her perfectly.

“Ji Qingqian, your votes keep climbing,” her roommate Ma Jiaojiao remarked.

Ji Qingqian replied with an uninterested hum.

Chu Chu glared at her with silent grievance.

Chu Chu’s votes had started off weak and had only dwindled further—completely unable to catch up to the ever-rising Ji Qingqian…

For this so-called campus beauty selection, Ji Qingqian felt neither amused nor flattered. She was mildly irritated.

Because…

A cold glance swept the area, and she spotted an unfamiliar boy approaching with a cup of milk tea in hand.

Judging by his attire, he wasn’t a student in her grade doing military training—he was a senior.

The boy raised a hand in greeting:

“Junior Ji Qingqian!”

Ji Qingqian: …

“Wow, how many is this now?” Ma Jiaojiao muttered.

Exactly how many had it been… Ji Qingqian furrowed her brows. In the past few days, more and more people had been approaching her. Not only that, plenty of students had been watching her training from afar, whispering and pointing.

She could ignore the pointing—it wasn’t that bad.

But people showing up with milk tea, drinks, or other gifts? She had little desire to entertain them.

“Just bought it.”

The boy approached naturally and handed her the milk tea. He didn’t flinch under the attention of the surrounding students, smiling warmly: “Still cold, drink it quick.”

Ji Qingqian thought of Lu Yibei.

Previously, she had jokingly complained to him about why he only delivered water to the instructor but never bought anything for her.

Lu Yibei had said that, given her personality, she wouldn’t like to be the center of attention. If he delivered something, she would be the topic of gossip…

Of course, he added, if she really wanted it, next time he could deliver something.

See? Lu Yibei thought everything through, never causing even the tiniest inconvenience.

But this boy? He considered himself thoughtful, yet didn’t care about her feelings at all…

Realizing this, Ji Qingqian criticized herself: how could she even compare him to Abbei?

Her gaze turned icy. No mercy at all:

“Do you know me well?”

She often said the same to Lu Yibei, with a hint of playful coyness. But to this boy, her words carried no emotion—one word could sum it up:

Go.

Ji Qingqian admitted silently—this boy wasn’t even close to Lu Yibei’s caliber.

If it were Abbei, he would surely find a way to save face for both sides while politely refusing, just like when a junior once asked him for his WeChat.

But… never mind. She didn’t want to overthink.

Rude is rude.

“Not well yet, but we can get to know each other,” the boy replied, unfazed, smiling like spring: “Can I have your contact info?”

Ji Qingqian gave a ruthless answer:

“No.”

Firm. Decisive. No room for compromise.

The boy’s smile stiffened slightly.

“Hey!”

Sun Bing returned from the bathroom, bellowing at the boy: “Military training! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Ji Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief. Monkey Bro—the instructor—was reliable and would drive away anyone disturbing training.

Sun Bing was also stunned. The charm of his prospective sister-in-law was off the charts; in just a few days, more than a dozen bold students had tried to flirt with her…

Looks like Abbei’s task isn’t going to be easy.

Since Lu Yibei wanted to pursue her and she was right under his nose, why not lend a hand?

Though he couldn’t do much, driving away these pesky suitors was easy enough.

Students feared the instructors. Hearing that, the boy immediately set down the milk tea and bolted, leaving only a smile behind for Ji Qingqian:

“Remember to drink it.”

She wanted to tell him to take it back, but he was already gone. Too lazy to waste her voice, she let it be.

“Do you want it?” Ji Qingqian asked Ma Jiaojiao.

Ma Jiaojiao shook her head frantically—accepting such a gesture might invoke divine punishment!

Honestly, this icy goddess either disliked the world or had seen it all. Many admirers, some even handsome, approached her—yet she neither left her number nor cracked a smile.

Chu Chu’s grievance deepened. If she had a handkerchief, she’d bite it and cry.

Comparing yourself to others is infuriating!

As everyone marveled at the goddess’s popularity and cold composure, Sun Bing clapped his hands, redirecting their attention.

“Standing at attention is boring. You don’t like it, I don’t like it. Let’s play something fun.”

“Fun?”

The freshmen perked up—standing in formation was excruciatingly dull, both physically and mentally.

“A new game!” someone asked.

“Even more thrilling than games!”

Sun Bing smiled mysteriously and pointed to his side: “Wrestling. Anyone who can take me down gets excused from training for the rest of the day.”

This instructor was an active-duty armed police officer—challenging him in strength or wrestling was basically suicide.

But they were young, full of spirit. And losing carried no punishment.

Many boys were eager to try.

The girls, however, were reluctant:

“Monkey Bro, we definitely can’t beat you. Where’s the fun in that?”

“You can have the boys compete on your behalf. If they win, you can claim the prize yourself,” Sun Bing grinned. “But whether the boys agree depends on your charm. See? Now you can join in!”

The girls hesitated, but their eyes darted toward the boys in their class.

The afternoon was long, the heat relentless—everyone craved a break.

“Monkey Bro, doing this again…”

Sun Bing heard a familiar voice from afar: Lu Yibei.

Not just him, but with three others.

The 404 squad had mobilized fully—they were going to class afterward.

But before class, Liu Jie insisted on greeting Monkey Bro.

Lu Yibei knew it wasn’t really to see the instructor; the real interest was in the superpowered Ji Qingqian.

Rarely did Zhao Sun object, so the four of them gathered.

Lu Yibei glanced at the seemingly abandoned iced milk tea.

They waited at a distance, “observing the enemy,” as Liu Jie put it.

Lu Yibei didn’t know if Liu Jie actually observed the enemy, but he did notice some unlucky guy failing to flirt with Ji Qingqian.