In the words of these girls.
A campus belle like Song Zhuxi could be found at every school, even every year. There was nothing unusual about that;
but a Male God like Ding Ling was a rarity seen only once in a century, or perhaps even a millennium;
if they missed this opportunity, they might never meet someone like him again.
How could they not envy Song Zhuxi?
How could they not sigh in regret?
'This is only because we arrived too late. If we had made our move sooner, how could Song Zhuxi have had a chance?'
'Sigh, it's too late to say anything now. The Male God already belongs to someone.'
'I feel like crying. Why did the Male God have to confirm his relationship with another woman so early? Song Zhuxi is completely unworthy of Ding Ling!'
The girls' words stabbed into Zhao Junhe's heart like sharp blades.
At that moment, he suddenly understood.
So Ding Ling's image as a Male God had already taken deep root.
So the goddess he admired was actually so ordinary in the eyes of other girls.
Only then did he understand that Song Zhuxi becoming Ding Ling's girlfriend was Song Zhuxi's good fortune, not Ding Ling's.
What if Song Zhuxi had chosen him?
That would have been madness!
Not only would her bestie and friends have mocked her, her parents would certainly have looked down on her and berated her as well.
Thinking about it carefully, with Ding Ling's gem shining before him, what did a mere rough stone like him amount to?
Zhao Junhe's heart died completely. He buried it himself in the depths of the sea and decided he would never dig it up in this life or the next.
'How could a man like Ding Ling possibly