Right after getting dumped, He suddenly learned that his best buddy was the legendary cold-as-ice school beauty. - Chapter 59

Lu Yibei skipped class.

Back in the dorm, he immediately started typing.

Even though today’s novel update was already complete, there would still be tomorrow, the day after, and countless more. Endless updates awaited.

Better to write a little extra now and build up a buffer.

After all, he was still a student, not a full-time writer.

Anything could come up that might delay him.

Besides, there was Ji Qingqian. If she asked him out to hang out and he had no draft ready, he’d have to reject her with “I’m writing, no time.”

Even if Ji Qingqian understood, Lu Yibei would still feel guilty.

She came all the way to Jiangnan, and he couldn’t even deliver a measly four-thousand-word update.

Embarrassing—no, humiliating!

Come on, write!

Lu Yibei unleashed a furious onslaught on the keyboard.

In less than an hour and a half, two chapters totaling 4,000 words appeared on the screen.

He stretched his sore fingers and neck.

“Lu Yibei, you’re really fast…” he murmured to himself, satisfied. Then he remembered Sun’s scolding of Ah Jie.

That whole spiel seemed to fit him perfectly.

“Thousands of comments begging for updates can’t compare to a single invitation from the heroine I like. Truly, I’ve become her servant.”

He closed his laptop and pondered the matter seriously.

Finally, he concluded:

“I don’t mind. Heh.”

With that, he stood up. Lunch was approaching, and if he waited too long, the cafeteria would be packed again.

[YibeiNorth: Having spicy-sour noodles for lunch. Anyone in? Reply 1]

[Ah Jie: 1, no cilantro, make it sour]

[Fatty: 1, no cilantro, make it spicy]

[Sun: 1, cilantro, no sour, no spicy]

[YibeiNorth: None of you actually attend class! Always on your phones.]

[Sun: Screw you! Who dares talk to me like that, you truant! Who gave you the courage? Liang Jingru?]

[YibeiNorth: No lunch for you.]

[Sun: Private massacre!]

[Sun: I’ll make your son call you godfather, Ah Jie, go ahead and call]

[Ah Jie: CNM, my triple kill got interrupted by your chat!]

[Ah Jie: Dammit!]

[Sun: Didn’t mute group notifications? He really loves us @Fatty @Luo Bei]

[Fatty: Don’t love too much]

[YibeiNorth: Please, pin Chen Dan instead. We don’t deserve your devotion.]

[Ah Jie: Dammit dammit! I’ll mute it later!]

Amid the playful banter with his three big-headed friends, Lu Yibei arrived at the cafeteria. After buying four bowls of spicy-sour noodles, the noon bell rang.

He returned to the dorm, messaging Ji Qingqian:

[YibeiNorth: Done eating?]

[Qingqian: Yep.]

[Qingqian: Was just about to tell you.]

[YibeiNorth: pic.jpg]

[YibeiNorth: Lunch is spicy-sour noodles.]

[Qingqian: You can really eat.]

[Qingqian: Can’t keep up with you.]

[YibeiNorth: I only have one, the rest are for roommates.]

[Qingqian: Such a small appetite? Bad mood?]

[YibeiNorth: …]

[Qingqian: I’ll go to the infirmary with my roommates to get Chu Chu first.]

[Qingqian: Then we’ll eat.]

[YibeiNorth: Got it.]

Back in the dorm, Lu Yibei slurped noodles while checking his freshly finished draft, keeping an eye on Ji Qingqian’s messages.

A moment later, his phone vibrated.

[Qingqian: I got confessed to.]

Lu Yibei froze.

A sudden, heavyweight announcement like that left him momentarily stunned.

Ji Qingqian—the heroine—was adorable yet aloof, playful yet cool. Naturally, many liked her, so someone confessing wasn’t unusual.

Normal, right? Would Lu Yibei reply that calmly?

Not at all.

Completely abnormal!

Confessions usually come after some kind of contact—but with Ji Qingqian, “contact” was basically blocked off.

If someone asked for her contact info, that’d be normal. He had seen it with his own eyes.

But confessing? That was off.

He had even accompanied her back, yet someone still had the audacity to confess? Bold. Very bold.

Who was it?

Lu Yibei wanted to ask straight away, maybe even rush over to confront the audacious person.

Then Ji Qingqian sent another message:

[Qingqian: Just kidding.]

[YibeiNorth: ?]

It turned out the confessor was Chu Chu.

Chu Chu had seen The Grudge… not fully, but enough to leave an impression of Kayako.

Last night, she tossed and turned, barely sleeping, leaving her in poor condition today.

Standing at attention for a few moments made her dizzy, and soon after, she fainted, losing memory of the next moments.

Ma Jiaojiao later explained everything.

Chu Chu’s legs weakened; she hadn’t fully fallen when Ji Qingqian rushed to support her back, carrying her off before the instructor even asked who would take her to the infirmary.

Ma Jiaojiao’s final comment:

“Ji Qingqian was really worried about you.”

Chu Chu felt touched.

Over the past few days, she had gotten along with Ji Qingqian fairly well. Ji Qingqian genuinely worried when she returned late to the dorm.

Chu Chu, a pretty girl herself, had a small pride. Being outshone in looks, charm, and even games made her want to find ways to best Ji Qingqian.

Yet after today…

“She deserves to look better and be stronger than me,” Chu Chu thought.

“Qianqian…”

Tears filled Chu Chu’s eyes. “Thank you…”

Ji Qingqian shook her head. “No need.”

“You’re too kind…”

Chu Chu sighed. Most people seeking Ji Qingqian’s contact were just attracted to her looks. But now Chu Chu felt her character deserved such admiration too.

“If I were a guy, I’d like you too…” Chu Chu said.

Ji Qingqian looked at her.

Chu Chu’s gaze was earnest.

Ji Qingqian considered: “Sorry, I wouldn’t like you.”

Chu Chu paused, her cheeks puffed like a bun:

“Ji·Qing·Qian! Hmph!!”

Her first college rejection came from her roommate—who could have predicted that?!

Ji Qingqian thought for a moment and sent Lu Yibei a message:

[Qingqian: I got confessed to.]

Would Lu Yibei get jealous?

A mischievous smile flickered in her eyes, but then they darkened.

If she sent such a message without context, how would Lu Yibei feel? Upset, maybe anxious.

Even if clarified later as a joke, the initial displeasure would still exist.

Using such a small trick, she could gauge her importance to him—but at the cost of toying with his emotions.

Like a bad woman.

Ji Qingqian didn’t want to be a bad woman. She wanted to be the perfect woman.

Too late to retract now.

Moreover, if Lu Yibei saw the retraction, it would make things even more confusing.

[Qingqian: Sorry, just kidding.]

[YibeiNorth: ?]

[Qingqian: It was actually my roommate.]

She quickly clarified everything, making sure Lu Yibei wouldn’t misunderstand.