Right after getting dumped, He suddenly learned that his best buddy was the legendary cold-as-ice school beauty. - Chapter 71

Once they left the sports field, the crowd thinned out considerably.

Zhao Sun followed closely behind.

Zhou Zhou, flustered and fuming, didn’t even notice anyone trailing her.

Suddenly, Zhao Sun shouted:

“Hey, bro!”

He didn’t call out to Zhou Zhou directly.

Zhao Sun had once heard of a writing technique: “If you want to write about Jiangnan, don’t just write Jiangnan. You need the pink rain, the green willows.”

And Laobei had said something similar: in web novels, when writing about male and female leads being close, you can’t just write the closeness—you also need to show the girl’s heart fluttering and the boy’s subtle embarrassment.

This was called circumlocution.

Too direct, and the emotions evaporate, leaving only the base layer.

In Zhao Sun’s eyes, taunting someone worked the same way.

As the guy turned around, Zhou Zhou also spun on her heel.

“What?” she asked.

The unfamiliar boy looked at him.

Zhou Zhou’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t had much contact with Zhao Sun, but because of Lu Yibei, she’d seen him enough times to know he was sharp-tongued and merciless.

“I’ve studied a bit of physiognomy,” Zhao Sun said earnestly. “Seeing the dark mark on your forehead, I’m guessing you stirred up some… unsavory stuff when school started. Our campus is close to Lingyin Temple. If you have time, go see a master. The world’s full of wicked things nowadays—don’t let them mess up your life.”

His tone was solemn and convincing.

The boy in front of him almost believed it.

Behind him, Liu Jie and Hao Pang watched, inexplicably impressed, feeling Zhao Sun’s wolf-tail braid made him look like a wandering immortal.

“…Really?” the boy asked.

Of course, Zhao Sun was bluffing—there was no mark on her forehead.

But for real demons or spirits, hearing such words was intolerable.

“You little dwarf!” Zhou Zhou gritted her teeth. “What crap are you spouting?!”

Zhao Sun smiled lightly, as if nothing had happened:

“Calm down.”

The boy beside her looked utterly confused.

Zhou Zhou grabbed his hand: “Don’t listen to him. His roommate tried to pursue me, and I rejected him. He’s just trying to start trouble.”

Zhao Sun lightly adjusted his braid, dismissing her words with a single syllable:

“Classic.”

Though it was only one word, Zhou Zhou felt the full weight of ridicule, her pretty face twisting and flushing:

“You little dwarf! Mind your own business!!”

“Whoa.”

Zhao Sun leaned back theatrically, inhaling sharply as if impressed, eyes narrowing on Zhou Zhou: “Dare talk to me like that? Wholesale from your parents?”

Liu Jie and Hao Pang, his solid backup, gave approving looks at their verbally ferocious son.

If you wanted to know how arrogant Zhao Sun could be—imagine a little demon armed with a parental safety net for three years.

A little further down the road, Li Si and Xia Li arrived, fashionably late.

Even though the road was sparsely populated, a few students passed by. Curiosity and suspicion drew their gaze to the ongoing verbal duel.

Zhou Zhou, conscious of her image, couldn’t go all-out when being watched—her attack power was partially suppressed.

But Zhao Sun didn’t care—shamelessness was his forte.

For a moment, all anyone heard was Zhao Sun’s voice, rapid-fire and relentless.

Zhou Zhou wanted to leave but couldn’t bear to—her pride wouldn’t allow it. She wanted to retort but couldn’t win… stuck awkwardly in place.

Xia Li watched the spat and asked Li Si:

“Does this count as disturbing school order or provoking trouble?”

The Student Council had a Discipline Department; this sort of thing fell under their jurisdiction.

Li Si looked up at the night sky, then down at her:

“Huh? What did you say? …I was listening to music, didn’t hear you.”

Xia Li: …

Li Si glanced at the sky a bit longer, then at Zhao Sun and company.

The verbal barrage was essentially over.

The confused boy now started piecing things together: this wolf-tailed short guy clearly had a grudge against Zhou Zhou.

Add in Zhou Zhou’s beauty—she could very well be his future girlfriend—and the boy’s temper flared. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront Zhao Sun.

Zhao Sun was unmatched verbally but lacked physical skill, his body no match for the boy.

Luckily, Hao Pang, over 200 pounds of solid muscle, stood behind him. That alone was intimidating.

As the boy stepped forward, Zhao Sun casually positioned Hao Pang in front.

“Hey!”

Before the boy could make a move, Li Si shouted:

“What’s this? Fighting? Do you want detention or suspension?”

He revealed his Student Council identity.

Li Si had been in the Student Council long enough to master this routine.

Most students didn’t know what the Student Council did or the rules for punishment and suspension—but just hearing the name and knowing it was official was enough to dampen most students’ spirits.

Like the boy facing Zhou Zhou.

Seeing Li Si announce himself, the boy immediately froze. Detention and punishment sounded intimidating.

Seeing them stop, Li Si beckoned Xia Li over. He had a backup plan: if needed, she would immediately fetch the security guard.

“Which class are you from?” Li Si asked. “Do you have your student ID?”

Now, Zhou Zhou and the boy were lined up in one row; the “404 boy band” trio stood in another.

They each reported their class.

Li Si noted the information in his phone, locked the screen, and put it back in his pocket. He nodded:

“I don’t care what conflict exists between you, but fighting is wrong. Ever heard the saying: lose a fight, get hurt; win a fight, go to jail? And according to Jiangnan University rules, fighting is a serious offense. Do you know what that means? If enforced, even expulsion would be justified! Got it?!”

Xia Li peeked from behind, amused.

Li Si had that way of speaking—pleasant at first, then suddenly heavy, startling everyone. Full-on official tone. And technically, the Student Council didn’t even have the power to expel students… but it worked.

Zhou Zhou and the boy lowered their heads, too intimidated to meet his gaze.

“…Want to say something?” Li Si asked, turning.

Xia Li shook her head.

Li Si sighed. He’d originally wanted her to vent a little at Zhou Zhou for fun…

“Go ahead. I’ll handle them.”

He gestured to the 404 boy band.

Zhou Zhou shot them a spiteful glare, secretly hoping Zhao Sun would antagonize Li Si and get punished…

As Zhou Zhou and the boy walked off, Li Si lowered his hand, sighing:

“It’s fine to argue, but if it escalates to a fight, I can’t help you.”

He paused, then added:

“…Unless the other side starts it.”

Zhao Sun and the others were prepared for a lecture, but what came instead left them staring at each other, realizing:

“The President is awesome!”

Though they weren’t close to Li Si normally, why was he helping them so much?

The boy band didn’t understand, but they didn’t ask—asking would be rude.

“Head back to the dorms early,” Li Si reminded them.

“Got it,” the three replied in unison.

“Let’s go.”

Li Si patted Xia Li on the back of the head: “I’ll walk you back.”

“I’m fine, I can go myself,” Xia Li said. “The girls’ dorm is far; you’d have to backtrack. Bye—see you on the field tomorrow morning!”

With that, the girl’s short legs shot forward like they had engines, vanishing down the road in an instant.

Hao Pang watched this and suddenly understood the bond Zhao Sun and the President shared.