Right after getting dumped, He suddenly learned that his best buddy was the legendary cold-as-ice school beauty. - Chapter 67

Zhao Sun was more than willing to recount Lu Yibei’s embarrassing past to Xia Li—not just because she’d known his buddy Laobei for a long time, but also because he needed her help.

Xia Li’s mouth fell open.

She hadn’t known Lu Yibei had gone through something like this.

“…Zong Sang.”

Xia Li was straightforward by nature. Hearing someone she disliked cuss in dialect made her bare her sharp tiger teeth and glare fiercely at Zhou Zhou.

Judging by her expression, Zhao Sun knew that if Laobei were to get into a fight with that woman, Li Zi would definitely jump in to help.

“Why treat Brother Yibei like that? He’s such a good guy!” Xia Li fumed.

“We can’t predict a lunatic’s worldview,” Zhao Sun replied, then tried to ask for her help: “Li Zi, you see…”

But Xia Li’s next words instantly quashed his idea.

She threw a couple more glances at Zhou Zhou, displeased:

“Damn it, if I were prettier than that girl, I’d just run up and hug Brother Yibei right now. Let’s see if she’d still look down on him…”

Zhao Sun fell silent.

In truth, the very favor he wanted Xia Li to do was exactly that.

Use magic to fight magic.

If Zhou Zhou had a guy by her side, then Laobei needed a girl—or more—by his.

But as Xia Li pointed out, even if it seemed like she wasn’t giving Li Zi much face, honestly, just looking at appearances, she really couldn’t outshine Zhou Zhou.

Even if he found Zhou Zhou disgusting, he had to admit she was voted campus beauty of her sophomore year…

If appearances couldn’t carry the day, forcing Xia Li to help would backfire—her arrogance would only be emboldened.

“Can’t get me, so you’ll settle for a substitute,” Zhao Sun could almost hear that bitch thinking.

“You’re prettier than her,” Li Si said.

He hadn’t snooped into Lu Yibei’s past or listened to the girl’s or Zhao Sun’s stories. Just from their expressions, the direction of their gaze, and Xia Li’s words, he inferred the gist.

Xia Li blinked in surprise, looking at him.

Li Si calmly ignored the topic:

“But you can’t pretend to be Lu Yibei’s girlfriend. The fallout would be messy.”

“…Mm.”

Zhao Sun realized there was no time for fancy schemes. He said: “Fatty, Jie Ge, let’s move! We’ll get Brother Yibei out of here.”

He did want to confront Zhou Zhou, but the situation was unfavorable. First priority: take care of Lu Yibei’s emotions.

Zhao Sun trusted that Lu Yibei no longer had feelings for Zhou Zhou. But as Chen Dan had warned… Zhou Zhou’s tactics were vicious enough to shatter anyone’s confidence, even without romance involved.

“Alright.”

“Mm.”

Liu Jie and Hao Zhangwen answered in unison.

Li Si remained calm:

“Maybe there’s still a chance for things to turn around?”

“Chance?”

Zhao Sun scoffed: “The only chance now is for Laobei to whip out some magical transformation stick, become Ultraman Tiga, and make Jiang Zile rush over to chase his dream girl…”

“…Yeah, right. That’s done for.”

The song ended, and Lu Yibei’s singing voice turned to speaking:

“Not a great performance, please forgive me.”

“Senpai, you sang so well…”

“Your juice is full of honey, so sweet it rots my teeth. Mine’s all lemon, so sour!”

“Senpai, I think something’s up in your song.”

The teasing came, without exception, from Ji Qingqian’s classmates.

Chu Chu glanced at Ji Qingqian, who stood tall, eyes fixed entirely on Lu Yibei.

Her gaze glittered, like stars in the night sky.

Chu Chu lightly sucked on her straw, let out a soft hum—

You two are dating and sharing a drink~ I’m single, I’ll buy two~ I’ll drink both~ Not like I can’t afford it~ Hmph~

She glanced at her milk tea label: seventy percent sugar.

…but why did it taste like nothing? How can this water have no flavor??

Amid the freshmen’s chatter and teasing, Lu Yibei merely smiled lightly, putting down the mic:

“Let’s withdraw.”

He was about to step off the stage when a sweet voice rang out:

“Instructors, isn’t this open to first-years too? Can I sing a few lines?”

Zhao Sun froze. Whoa, she’s coming in hot—zero hesitation!

He had planned to whisk Lu Yibei back to the dorm immediately, but she stole the initiative.

Lu Yibei paused.

The voice was familiar…

He looked toward it—a girl standing just outside the training circle, wearing a white dress, sweet-faced, eyes sparkling with joy.

It was Zhou Zhou.

“Wow, another senior…”

“So cute…”

“Don’t even think about it, isn’t there a guy standing next to her?”

“Why do pretty girls always have boyfriends??”

“Good thing I’m loyal to Ji Qingqian…”

These were students from other classes. They’d only heard Ji Qingqian had rejected many approaches, her aloofness unmatched, impossible for her to have a boyfriend.

Sun Bing, unfamiliar with Zhou Zhou, smiled:

“If you want, of course it’s fine.”

“Really…”

Zhou Zhou responded to Sun Bing, but her gaze provocatively drifted toward Lu Yibei while glancing at her male companion.

Lu Yibei knew Zhou Zhou well enough.

He read a clear message in her eyes:

“I told you before, I don’t have only you chasing me.”

He shook his head, forced a smile, pretending not to notice.

Zhou Zhou grew even more smug.

Watching Lu Yibei sing and the freshmen cheering below, her bitter frustration bubbled like fermenting lemon…

Why? I blocked her, made her furious, yet he’s fine like nothing happened…

Why doesn’t he look sad at all?

She was going to make this bastard cry!

Chu Chu squinted at the familiar senior:

“Ji Qingqian, haven’t we…”

She wanted to ask if they’d met before.

But Ji Qingqian had already stood.

Chu Chu noticed the fear creeping over her face.

Normally, Ji Qingqian was expressionless, hard to read. But now, anger clearly radiated from her.

Dark, almost predatory.

She strode forward, quick as a shadow, to Lu Yibei’s side.

Zhao Sun intended to intervene, but Ji Qingqian was faster than him…

Wait, why did she go straight to Laobei?

Not only that, she grabbed Lu Yibei’s wrist in full view of everyone, sliding her hand down until she held all five of his fingers.

Lu Yibei stared at her tense profile, sensing the subtle tremor in her palm beneath the fierce exterior.

He couldn’t help but smile.

Ji Qingqian shot him a deadly glare, as if scolding him: Smile? Are you serious?

Then her icy gaze fixed on Zhou Zhou.

The once smug Zhou Zhou was suddenly speechless.

Not just Zhou Zhou—Zhao Sun didn’t dare get near Lu Yibei either.

He felt that even if a random dog wandered over to sniff Lu Yibei’s pant leg, this Ji Qingqian would slap it twice.

Her eyes were full of possessiveness.