Right after getting dumped, He suddenly learned that his best buddy was the legendary cold-as-ice school beauty. - Chapter 94

Ji Qingqian’s roommates had been talking about clubs nonstop for the past couple of days.

She, however, didn’t think much about it.

Her little brain had only one thought looping over and over… the seaside~ the seaside~ Yibei was going to take her to watch the sunrise~

But Chu Chu’s little mouth just wouldn’t stop chattering.

Even if Ji Qingqian wasn’t interested, she couldn’t help overhearing a bit.

Chu Chu claimed she’d discovered her own serious lack of stamina during military training, so she planned to join a club to improve herself…

Ma Jiaojiao asked:

“Are you going to join the track and field club?”

Chu Chu immediately scoffed: “Absolutely not! That’ll make my legs thick. And training under the sun every day? I’d really look like Bao Zheng—have you ever seen a beautiful girl with dark skin?”

Ma Jiaojiao immediately countered: “What about that senior from the student council?”

She meant Xia Li.

Chu Chu thought for a moment.

That senior had bright almond-shaped eyes brimming with energy and vitality—she couldn’t compare.

Chu Chu planted her hands on her slender waist, pointed dramatically at the air, and declared:

“Then I’ve decided! Cheerleading!”

Ma Jiaojiao gave an exasperated “Huh?” She had at least expected a sports club…

“Don’t underestimate cheerleading!”

Chu Chu explained: “I checked. Cheerleading requires basic stretching and physical training! A full routine is exhausting! And all the girls have slim waists and legs. Training with them, I’ll not only improve my stamina but also maintain my figure. Two birds, one stone!”

Ma Jiaojiao added:

“And when the seniors compete in sports events, you get to see all the handsome guys first-hand and cozy up to them for their WeChat.”

“Exactly, exactly.”

Chu Chu nodded rapidly, then realized she’d been set up by Ma Jiaojiao. She quickly denied it: “Nonsense! I, Chu Chu, am not that shallow—I just wait for them to ask me for WeChat!”

Ma Jiaojiao snorted in disdain.

Still, she had a club in mind too—the Anime Club.

She’d done some research beforehand. The club had many members, and they had cosplay costumes available for use.

Besides, she was a longtime fan of the “second dimension” (2D) world. Even though she’d officially outgrown the “protect our beloved 2D universe” phase, making a few like-minded friends and visiting anime conventions together was still fun.

Every year, White Horse Lake in Hangzhou hosted an international anime convention. She’d gone twice and found the scale and quality quite enjoyable.

This year, it would be in October, and she didn’t want to miss it.

“Jue, what about you?” Chu Chu asked.

Wang Jue shook her head: “Haven’t decided yet.”

Chu Chu gave a small “oh” and didn’t press further.

Joining a club was part of university life, but not joining was also part of it. There were no strict requirements.

Ma Jiaojiao, however, felt Wang Jue seemed a bit hesitant…

But she never liked prying, so she let it be.

Chu Chu and Ma Jiaojiao exchanged a glance toward Ji Qingqian.

Ji Qingqian clearly wasn’t fond of socializing. No need to ask.

…

Actions spoke louder than words.

After class that day, Chu Chu and Ma Jiaojiao headed straight for the registration desks of their chosen clubs.

Leaving only Ji Qingqian and Wang Jue to walk toward the cafeteria.

Over the past few days, Wang Jue felt that her interactions with Ji Qingqian had been quite smooth.

This ice-cold goddess, though quiet, would generally respond if someone approached her.

Her personality wasn’t as unapproachable as it seemed, and she often treated them to little snacks.

Honestly, she was even better than the roommate Wang Jue had imagined before coming to university.

So they walked together in silence for a while, and Wang Jue didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Don’t you want to join a club?” Wang Jue asked softly.

“Nope,” Ji Qingqian replied.

Her priorities for Jiang University were clear:

First, snag Yibei.

Second, graduate successfully.

Everything else was secondary.

“…Oh.” Wang Jue nodded.

Ji Qingqian was about to ask, “You don’t either?” when she noticed Wang Jue lagging behind.

She immediately slowed her pace.

—This was something Ji Qingqian had learned while walking with Lu Yibei before.

She was 1.74 meters tall, not short by any means.

But Yibei was 1.83 meters, a good head taller.

When walking together, he always slowed down to match her pace.

So she had learned to do the same.

When walking alongside a roommate, she would slow down for those with shorter legs.

But she wasn’t walking particularly fast—so why was Wang Jue…?

Ji Qingqian looked back.

Wang Jue had stopped, staring at something to the side.

There, students had moved chairs and were in full swing recruiting new members.

Passing by, no one was allowed to miss it.

The senior members were everywhere, promoting their clubs as if they were running a sales pitch.

They competed with each other, boasting and throwing verbal jabs.

Two clubs stood out above the rest.

One was led by a girl in a pink-and-white ruqun (Hanfu), petite with a round, cheerful face. The elaborate traditional outfit made her look almost like a mascot.

The other had a tall boy in a tank top, lean but muscular, the fabric stretched tightly over his chest and arms, revealing defined pecs and biceps.

The boy shouted: “Be the new generation! Embrace a healthy life! Join the Fitness Club! Come check us out!!”

The girl yelled: “Good sons and daughters, carry forward traditional Chinese culture! The Ancient Style Club is recruiting! We’re waiting for you!!”

Their gazes met, sparks flying.

The boy shouted louder, the girl yelled sharper.

To outsiders, it made no sense—one focused on Hanfu, the other on lifting weights. They weren’t even in competition…

But for passionate college students, that’s just how it was.

Eye contact meant war.

“You’ve met the president of the Fitness Club, but not one who looks like a gym god!”

“You’ve met the club president of the Ancient Style Club, but not one who looks like a lucky cat!”

“What did you say, Wu Jing?!”

“Pan Pan, I’m talking about you!!”

The two glared at each other, sparks flying again.

Everyone finally realized—they knew each other, and old grudges and new rivalries would now collide.

“What’s wrong?”

Ji Qingqian walked up to Wang Jue.

Wang Jue shook her head, intending to continue walking, but couldn’t help looking again. She bit her lip and whispered to the ice-cold goddess:

“I… I actually really like Hanfu.”

“…Hm.” Ji Qingqian nodded. “It is pretty nice.”

She remembered Yibei had also glanced a bit longer at the outfits back at West Lake… Tch.

This rivalry, she noted in her mind. One day, she’d wear Hanfu for Yibei.

“See!”

Wang Jue seemed to perk up slightly.

“You could sign up,” Ji Qingqian said.

Wang Jue shook her head quickly—not exactly shy, more like afraid:

“I wouldn’t look good in it…”

“You would.” Ji Qingqian looked at her seriously. “You’d look great.”

Wang Jue hesitated, then asked:

“Are you interested in Hanfu?”

Ji Qingqian couldn’t say, since Yibei liked it.

“If you’re interested too, we could sign up together…”

Wang Jue suggested, then immediately apologized: “Sorry, I just mentioned it casually. It’s fine if you’re not interested…”

Ji Qingqian tilted her head to look at the cheerful, mascot-like senior in her Hanfu.

Indeed, it was beautiful.

…

PS: A funny little story.

A few years ago, I joined a group chat. Why I joined, I can’t even remember. I never muted it, so I occasionally clicked it by accident. I hardly ever spoke or knew anyone in there.

Today, someone asked if there were any romance novels. The admin asked if Tomato’s would do. The person said yes.

I waited to see what was good and thought I could learn from it. Then the admin sent a screenshot of a novel.

I looked and felt it seemed familiar: After a Breakup, I Discovered…

Me: …

Admin: “It’s short.”

Me: Aminos!!