"Hey, Fatty, if you really like him, go confess to him." Ye Lang looked at the lovestruck Zhen Xiaoyan and offered a suggestion no one else would have dared to imagine.
"Confess? He'll reject me. How could he possibly take a fancy to a fat girl like me?" Zhen Xiaoyan said gloomily.
"Though I can't deny that the chances of him liking you are very low, once you confess, there'll at least be a chance. If you don't confess, that chance is zero. Love must be spoken out bravely!!" Ye Lang bluntly struck her where it hurt, while also egging Zhen Xiaoyan on—no, encouraging her. Everyone had the right to confess.
It was just that perhaps even he had not expected Zhen Xiaoyan to actually go through with it!
"That's right. If I don't say it, I'll never have a chance." Zhen Xiaoyan murmured. Whether she was muddleheaded or had suddenly become impulsive, she actually stood up and walked over.
"Xiaoyan, don't listen to his nonsense!" The classmates watching events unfold immediately cried out, wanting to stop her, but Zhen Xiaoyan did not halt.
Zhen Xiaoyan came before Young Master Moya and said with great seriousness, "Moya, I like you. Can I date you?"
"Ah..." At that moment, everyone, Ye Lang included, was dumbfounded. They absolutely could not believe what they were seeing. Ye Lang immediately turned his head, pulled out a book to put on an act, and somehow even conjured up a pot of tea, which he slowly drank.
"Hey, am I seeing things, or hearing things? That Fatty actually confessed to Moya, and right in front of Shalan."
"I wanted to ask that too. But since you saw it as well, I believe neither of us saw or heard wrong!"
"Whoa..." The entire classroom erupted. A crowd began discussing the reason behind it. Some said Zhen Xiaoyan had taken the wrong medicine, some said she had a raging fever today, and others said she was still sleepwalking.
Unlike their discussion of the cause, everyone was astonishingly unanimous about the outcome: Zhen Xiaoyan's confession would certainly be rejected. That was inevitable.
Just imagine it—a girl so enormous in size that it beggared belief. How could Young Master Moya possibly take a liking to her? The fact that he had not vomited at her confession already showed great breeding.
"I'm sorry, but I already have a girlfriend." Young Master Moya truly deserved his noble upbringing. As one of the Four Young Masters of the Royal Academy, he still maintained his gentlemanly manners in the face of a confession most people could not bear.
"I know. Do you mind having one more?" Zhen Xiaoyan asked directly.
"Pfft..." Ye Lang, who had just been pretending not to see anything and acting as if none of this had anything to do with him while drinking tea off to the side, immediately sprayed out the tea in his mouth upon hearing that. He had said those very words before—in other words, they had come from him.
Back then, he had also been talking to Zhen Xiaoyan about Young Master Moya. He told her that since she liked Young Master Moya, she should go strike up a conversation with him. She should not be shy; her skin was thick enough anyway.
At the time, Zhen Xiaoyan had asked how she should strike up a conversation. His exact words had been—
"How about this? Go over and ask him: Handsome, do you have a girlfriend? If he says no, then say: Then can I be your girlfriend?"
"What if he says he already has one?"
"Then say, you don't mind having one more girlfriend, do you?"
"..."
"Well, I do mind..." Young Master Moya stared blankly for a while before answering.
"Zhen Xiaoyan, what exactly do you mean by this?!" At that moment, Shalan's expression turned very unpleasant as she gritted her teeth.
"I'm going to steal your boyfriend from you," Zhen Xiaoyan answered bluntly.
"Steal him from me? You? I'm not saying I won't give you a chance. If there's even one person here who says you can compete with me, then I'll let you try." Perhaps Shalan was a little angry, or perhaps she had revealed another side of herself. Under normal circumstances, those words would have hurt Zhen Xiaoyan badly; they were utterly unlike Shalan's usual gentle and graceful manner.
"You said it, so don't regret it later! You all say..." Zhen Xiaoyan became excited for a moment, then turned to seek out her friends. She believed they would definitely support her, but she was disappointed.
Zhen Xiaoyan's friends looked at her, signaling with pleading eyes for her not to dream too much. It was impossible between them; the difference between the two sides was simply too great.
Her friends were only doing it for her own good. Since they knew it was impossible, why pursue it? It would only bring her pain. Thinking of this, her friends could not help shooting Ye Lang a fierce glare. He was the cause of this whole affair.
"Hmph, a toad dreaming of swan meat, without even looking at what kind of person she is." Shalan spoke with great disdain. Though toads usually referred to men, the comparison could still be used to insult someone.
Just then, Ye Lang stirred again and spoke up. "I—I think she can compete with you. It's a right she should have!"
"Ye Lang!! Stop making trouble! Do you think this is funny?" Zhen Xiaoyan's friends immediately shouted. They felt that Ye Lang would only bring Zhen Xiaoyan harm by doing this.
"I know this may hurt her, but since she wants it, we should support her and let her give it everything she has. Even if the result may cause her pain, at least she won't regret it." Ye Lang spoke calmly. His words also gave everyone pause, making them carefully ponder the meaning behind them.
Her friends had originally wanted to say something more, but before they could, Ye Lang sent them back with another sentence.
"Being hurt only makes people stronger. I believe she isn't the kind of weak person who can't endure injury!"
And so, because of Ye Lang's support, Zhen Xiaoyan gained an opportunity. Shalan, meanwhile, came to hate this meddlesome Ye Lang for it. However, she probably did not know that Ye Lang would make her hate him even more in the future. This was merely the beginning.
"Fine. Since I've given you a chance, then come at me. Let me see how you plan to steal him away." Shalan suddenly changed her tone, speaking very calmly, because she had realized she had nothing to fear. How could Zhen Xiaoyan possibly steal away her Young Master Moya?
Looking at Zhen Xiaoyan, it would have been impossible for her to steal even an ordinary girl's boyfriend, much less Shalan's. Unless Young Master Moya had particularly unusual tastes—but that was clearly not the case.
Almost everyone could sense the meaning behind her words at that moment. Many believed that Zhen Xiaoyan's actions this time were nothing more than courting humiliation, something fundamentally impossible.
Yet at this moment, everyone admired her courage. After all, this required no ordinary courage.
Before you continue