Chapter 294

A wave of emotion washed over her, and she raised her hand to gently wipe away non-existent tears. Yet, her face remained clouded with worry. She turned her head, looking at the Hatsune figure on the small table, unsure what to say. Finally, she could only angrily punch the cushion beside her twice and sigh. If only she were only worried about whether Xia Yan had seen what she looked like that night. But... "Bad women are really bad..." After turning off the dim light in the room, the entire bedroom was plunged into complete darkness once more. Because there were no windows, it was eerily quiet; only her own breathing could be heard. Okay, and there was the sound of Chun Qiu drinking water outside the door. "I wonder if Lin Qingyu was born in '98; I really can't outmaneuver her..." Hua Xin sighed, casually rubbing her messy hair, carefully considering how to deal with the situation. A few days ago, after school, she and Xia Yan bumped into Lin Qingyu suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clearly looking for attention and wanting to do something strange. Although Hua Xin had originally planned to be even more decisive and ruthless towards Lin Qingyu had repeatedly tried to form a "united front" with her, and there was this talk of "befriending distant states while attacking nearby ones, eliminating other women first, and then competing fairly." She'd been to the coffee shop countless times. Each time, she'd never had a freshly brewed, warm coffee! She could only reheat it at home, and the taste was truly indescribable, but still passable. Of course, if it were just this Lin Qingyu wouldn't have made Hua Xin so resentful and hostile. The main reason was that Hua Xin had paid for the last coffee shop visit herself. Several hundred yuan just vanished like that... Thinking of this, Hua Xin's heart ached, and she quickly rubbed her hands together, but after only a couple of rubs, she blushed and lowered her hands. Fortunately, in the darkness, her face and expression couldn't be seen. She'd been feeling a bit weak lately; it was better to be more restrained. Returning to the main topic, Hua Xin continued analyzing the situation. However, Xia Yan's final actions were far beyond her expectations. At least... based on Xia Yan's usual personality, he should have been at least a little polite. Politeness wasn't wrong, after all, it was something he had taught her. But Xia Yan quickly pulled her away, not even glancing at Lin Qingyu, and walked away with her on the other side of the road. Could it be that Lin Qingyu's persistent pursuit had annoyed Xia Yan? Putting herself in Xia Yan's shoes, if she had such a stunningly beautiful and elegant girlfriend, she probably would also keep her distance from other women, right? Thinking of this, Hua Xin couldn't help but puff out her chest, a proud expression in her eyes. But similarly, if she were Lin Qingyu, she would definitely Red Temperature and lose her temper after being treated like this. Thinking of this, Hua Xin wilted like a frostbitten eggplant. Before she even got home that day, she received a "message" from Lin Qingyu on her phone. It was less of a message and more of a threat. Lin Qingyu, already blinded by rage, unsurprisingly used her weakness to threaten her into breaking up with Xia Yan, and then created an opportunity for Lin Qingyu ... Originally, with her male-centric, naturally biased view of women, Hua Xin only felt that Lin Qingyu and Liu Ruoyun were dangerous to Xia Yan; she didn't harbor any particular hostility towards them. Now it was different. She had changed, and grown. Hua Xin removed the hair tie from her wrist and skillfully tied her long hair into a high ponytail. Lin Qingyu was threatening her to expose her secret to Xia Yan. She wasn't actually afraid. Hua Xin's biggest dilemma had always been how to tell Xia Yan first that she was his girlfriend. 229. Following Xia Yan's two stalkers. My name is Mu Feng, a top student at a university in Shanghai. Okay, we can cross out the last three words. My youth wasn't like others', filled with ups and downs and precious memories, nor did it bring me any heart-wrenching pain or the courage to feign ignorance. Looking back on these past ten-odd years, could I be considered "smooth sailing"?... No, rather than "smooth sailing," I think "ordinary" better describes my adolescence and youth. I finished a not-so-good junior high school step by step, and in my final year, under pressure from my parents, I barely managed to get into the city's top high school. Although this seems impressive, for me and my peers, it was something we were expected to achieve. All my junior high classmates except me had already been admitted to the top classes in high school, while I was assigned to a regular class. Although I still don't understand the difference between top and regular classes, in my parents' eyes, I was definitely the worst. I didn't like studying, was addicted to playing, and disobedient. Well, I don't care what they think of me anyway. I just don't want to be bound by so many constraints and rules. I don't like studying, and I don't like school. For "Mu Feng," youth is a colorless fragment. I've seen my classmates' passionate romances, those naive or unrealistically intense emotions that I used to scoff at, pretending to be indifferent. But in reality, I felt a great deal of envy. Parental disapproval, high-pressure school, relentless teachers, and heavy workload. If two people can still maintain their feelings for each other under such circumstances, how could it not be something to remember for a lifetime in the short span of youth? But I had nothing, only that monotonous, NPC-like life. I was like a puppet. Three years of high school passed just like that. Finally, that ordinary boy named "Mu Feng" was able to break free from the constraints that had been weighing him down and head towards the free land called university. Finally, after leaving my hometown, I made some good friends again, and my life underwent a complete transformation. Whether it was things I wanted to do or things I hadn't done before, everything for "Mu Feng" carried a sense of rebellion and excitement. Mu Feng loved watching anime, playing games, and immersing himself in the 2D anime. Perhaps only in this way could he briefly feel a sense of self-worth. The Mu Feng who had many "friends," many people who "liked" him, who could slay the demon king and save the world, defeat the dragon and rescue the princess, and be loved by everyone—the "protagonist," not the Mu Feng who just lay in bed all day feeling emo and watching videos, tossing and turning at night, fantasizing about changing his situation and becoming a better Mu Feng of himself without any effort. Like... like Brother Yan, receiving everyone's praise... The last day of November. Due to academic reasons, Xia Yan ended his life of constantly running back and forth to take long leave and returned to his dormitory, busy catching up on this semester's studies and paying off the debts he owed from last semester. But something was different: today was Saturday.