Cui Yu watched helplessly as his beloved Jiang Yanan ran off with another man.
What the fuck was this? Who could take that?
Boys in high school were always like this. Many boys liked girls, even if they only harbored secret crushes and did not dare let the other person find out.
Yet in their hearts, they had already regarded the girl as their exclusive possession.
Once the girl they secretly liked interacted with another boy, the emotions in the admirer's heart would churn like stormy seas.
Heartache, bitterness, rage—they wished the other person would break his leg on the spot!
Cui Yu liked Jiang Yanan. His feelings were half-hidden, half-revealed. He liked Jiang Yanan, and Jiang Yanan knew he liked her.
But Jiang Yanan did not like Cui Yu.
Cui Yu did not know whether Jiang Yanan liked him or not.
Ever since his rival Meng Gui had withdrawn, Jiang Yanan had only one pursuer left, at least on the surface: Cui Yu.
He was the only one who liked Jiang Yanan now.
For some reason, while Cui Yu felt lonely, he also developed an inexplicable sense of grandeur. He always felt as though he carried something on his shoulders.
Meng Gui, I'll explore the road you never got to finish.
I'll carry your dream onward. I'll win Jiang Yanan over.
I'll take your place!
Cui Yu carried a sacred responsibility in his heart.
His love for Jiang Yanan was not merely his own affair. It bore the honor and dignity of two men! But now Jiang Yanan had been taken away by someone else. How could he not hurt?
What should he do? When in doubt, ask Ma Ge.
Cui Yu ran to the back row for help. "Ma Ge, Ma Ge, this is an emergency!"
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