Ever since the last basketball game ended, Xu Guangcheng realized that he did not actually like Yao Shiyu that much.
Although she was beautiful, innocent, and delicate, she was no different from the other girls he had played around with. They were all just a bunch of brainless idiots.
He should have treated it as a game from the start. Maybe he would have won Yao Shiyu over long ago.
It was precisely because he had taken it seriously that she thought so highly of herself and actually started playing tug-of-war with him.
How could he not know that Yao Shiyu had merely been stringing him along?
Wasn't she able to string him along because he had treated her seriously?
During this period, Xu Guangcheng went out for foot massages with a few of his buddies and returned to his old self. Then he went back to school, intending to behave as he had before.
As long as he did not treat Yao Shiyu seriously, she would take the initiative to come to him herself.
In his eyes, girls who were easy to pursue were all like this: build up some affection first, then suddenly disappear and create a sense of panic.
But he had overestimated himself and underestimated Yao Shiyu.
Yao Shiyu's outward image was that of a sweet girl, someone who looked easy to win over.
Yet she had never liked anyone, nor would she ever truly date anyone.
Xu Guangcheng returned, wanting to play some hard-to-get games.
But he discovered that before he could even begin, she had cut off every move he intended to make, leaving him unable to start at all.
The imagined back-and-forth never happened. She simply stopped playing with him.
As if she had grown tired of him, she threw him away without