Ouyang Zixin's Love Letter, Tang Wulin's Bewilderment

The words "Big Brother" had barely left his lips before Yao Chuan could even respond.

Xie Xie, standing right beside them, immediately jumped in, throwing an arm around Tang Wulin's neck and teasing him with a grin.

"Oh? Trying to call him Big Brother already? My friend, let's not even talk about whether you're strong enough for that yet."

He gestured toward Yao Chuan with a tilt of his chin.

"You don't even have the slightest concept of how terrifying our boss's true strength really is."

He sighed, his tone turning somewhat melancholic, carrying the weary wisdom of someone who had been through it all.

"Let me tell you, being with the boss... it's a feeling that's both... fortunate and painful."

Tang Wulin listened, feeling a bit bewildered.

"Fortunate... I can understand. But painful?"

He subconsciously glanced at Yao Chuan's handsome, gentle face, truly unable to imagine what kind of painful things Yao Chuan could possibly do.

Could this Big Brother have some sort of special... hobby in private? Like enjoying brutal, sadistic training for his underlings?

A few rather unpleasant images flashed through his mind instantly.

His expression turned somewhat peculiar.

Seeing that look, Xie Xie knew he had misunderstood and quickly slapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, hey! What are you thinking about? It's not like that."

He leaned in, feigning mystery, and lowered his voice.

"That kind of pain—you'll understand when you truly experience it. For now, there's no point in telling you."

He patted Tang Wulin's shoulder again, his expression meaningful.

"Don't rush. You'll naturally understand later on."

Having said that, Xie Xie stopped explaining and turned to call out to Yao Chuan.

"Boss, let's go. I think we have a class meeting this afternoon."

Yao Chuan nodded.

He offered Tang Wulin a gentle smile.

"Let's go, Wulin. Let's head back to the dorm to rest for a bit."

With that, he turned and walked out of the cafeteria with Xie Xie.

Tang Wulin watched their retreating figures.

His mind was still mulling over Xie Xie's comment about it being "both fortunate and painful," and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

What on earth did that mean?

He shook his head, trying to push the question aside for the moment, and quickly tidied up his tray, preparing to follow them.

However, he had only taken a few steps out of the cafeteria entrance.

A figure came rushing over from the side corridor so fast that they nearly collided head-on.

Tang Wulin subconsciously took a step back to steady himself.

Focusing his eyes, he saw that the person was a very beautiful senior student.

She was wearing a form-fitting pink tracksuit that already hinted at her curves, and her skin was as fair as cream.

Her beautiful long blue hair was tied into a neat ponytail that bounced behind her as she ran.

Her features were exquisite, especially her large, watery eyes.

Under the afternoon sun, they seemed to be veiled in a faint golden halo, making them look exceptionally lively.

The beautiful senior's gaze swept around quickly, and upon not seeing Yao Chuan, she looked somewhat disappointed.

But soon, her eyes landed on Tang Wulin.

A brilliant smile bloomed on her face, and she walked up to Tang Wulin in a few strides.

Her voice was crisp and carried just the right amount of charming playfulness.

"Junior, you're a first-year student, right? You're Yao Chuan's roommate, aren't you?"

Looking at the beautiful senior's smiling face so close to his own, Tang Wulin clearly smelled a faint, delicate fragrance coming from her.

His heart began to race for no reason, and he felt his face heating up.

He stammered his reply.

"Y-yes. Hello, Senior. My name is Tang Wulin, and I'm in the same dorm as Yao Chuan."

Hearing this, the beautiful senior's smile grew even sweeter.

Her large eyes curved into crescent moons.

"So you're Junior Tang Wulin. Nice to meet you! I'm Ouyang Zixin, from the fourth year."

She introduced herself generously, then pressed her hands together against her chest, striking a cute, pleading pose.

Her voice softened, becoming sweet and sticky, tinged with a hint of shyness.

"Junior Tang Wulin, I have a very important favor to ask of you. Would you be willing?"

Ouyang Zixin was already beautiful, and this slightly coquettish posture was, to a pure, budding young boy like Tang Wulin, a nuclear-level strike.

His head spun, his heart hammered against his ribs, and he nodded vigorously almost without a second thought.

"Senior, please tell me. If there's any difficulty, I will certainly help."

Seeing him agree so readily, the joy on Ouyang Zixin's face became even more pronounced.

She immediately took a pink, faintly scented envelope out of her small handbag with a solemn expression.

On the envelope, the words "To Yao Chuan" were written in elegant, delicate handwriting.

She held the envelope out to Tang Wulin with both hands, as carefully as if she were presenting a rare treasure.

"Junior Tang Wulin, I'm counting on you. Please, you must do this favor for me. Deliver this... personally to Junior Yao Chuan. Will you?"

Her large eyes looked at Tang Wulin, filled with anticipation.

The excitement and shyness on Tang Wulin's face froze instantly, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe.

The fluttering feeling in his heart suddenly went cold; it turned out that the reason the senior had intercepted him so enthusiastically, smiled so sweetly, and asked for a "very important" favor was just to... deliver a love letter to Yao Chuan.

He felt like a foolish boy who had been reading too much into things, his heart feeling hollow and a little sour.

But he was an honest child, and since he had given his word, he would not go back on it.

He reached out somewhat stiffly and took the pink envelope, which carried a fragrant scent.

As his fingers touched the envelope, he felt that it was still warm to the touch.

He forced a smile and nodded.

"Alright, Senior. Don't worry. I will definitely hand it to classmate Yao Chuan personally."

"Thank you so much, Junior Tang Wulin! You really are a good person."

Seeing the mission accomplished, Ouyang Zixin thanked him happily, gave him a playful wink, and then turned and walked away with a light step.

She left Tang Wulin standing there alone, clutching the pink envelope, feeling dazed and a complex mix of emotions.

He sighed, carefully tucked the envelope into his pocket, and prepared to give it to Yao Chuan once he returned to the dormitory.

He shook his head, trying to cast off that small sense of disappointment, and started walking back to the dormitory.

However, he hadn't gone far from the cafeteria area before his footsteps halted once again.

And this time, it wasn't just one person blocking his path, but over a dozen.

More than a dozen seniors in various grade uniforms had appeared from out of nowhere.

Whoosh.

In an instant, they had him completely surrounded.

Their eyes were all sparkling, staring at Tang Wulin in unison with a gaze mixed with anticipation, excitement, and even a touch of fanaticism.

That look reminded Tang Wulin of the eyes of a wolf pack he had once seen in a spirit beast encyclopedia; the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and his heart sank with a strong, ominous premonition.

Sure enough.

The next second.

The seniors began to chatter all at once; although their voices were different, their core request was surprisingly consistent.

"Junior, Junior! Help your sister pass this to Junior Yao Chuan, would you?"

"Little brother, you must hand this to him personally, okay? Sister will treat you to something delicious later."

"And mine too. Junior Tang Wulin, right? Please, please!"

"Junior, help a sister out..."

In an instant.

Envelopes of all colors—pink, blue, purple, some scented, some tied with ribbons, and some even decorated with little flowers...

Like snowflakes, they were tossed into Tang Wulin's hands, clattering and falling at his feet.

A high stack piled up in an instant, nearly burying him.

Tang Wulin stood there blankly, his two arms forced to hold a massive stack of thick love letters, each radiating a different perfume.

He was completely stunned by this sudden "grand occasion." He looked at the expectant faces of the seniors before him, then looked down at the "mountain of letters" in his arms, his scalp tingling.

His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He just wanted to wail in his heart.

Good heavens.

What on earth is going on?