Su Yichen always kept his head down, self-deprecating and withdrawn, hiding his face behind his hair and large black glasses.
Even as his childhood friend, Luo Yueli could barely remember what Su Yichen truly looked like.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to be more confident and cheerful, but… she simply didn’t know how to help him.
‘Now that we’ve both grown up, I should find another chance… to explain it clearly to him,’ Luo Yueli thought.
She kept a record of every transaction he had sent that she hadn’t accepted; she would transfer it all back to him eventually. She knew that she and Su Yichen… could only ever be friends.
Because she didn’t like him that way. She didn’t love him.
If Su Yichen remained hung up on her, he would never be able to truly move on, open his heart, and find someone he truly liked.
Although she hadn’t met a boy she liked yet, she would eventually. When that time came, the pain for Su Yichen would only be greater.
The feeling of seeing the person you love walking with someone else… Although Luo Yueli had never experienced it, the mere thought of it felt suffocating and hopeless. She wouldn’t be able to accept it.
Putting herself in his shoes, she knew Su Yichen would find it just as difficult to handle. So… if possible, Luo Yueli still hoped to help him.
No matter what, he was her childhood friend. It was a bond of childhood innocence and the most sincere of emotions.
【The young girl was clear about the emotions in her heart; she yearned for this beautiful and pure relationship. To her, “childhood friend” was a sacred concept that must not be betrayed.】
【But she never imagined that when these emotions soured—when the words “childhood friend” became the shackles and chains binding her feelings—it would drive her to the point of madness.】
The welcoming meeting for the class wasn’t a major event; it was mostly just an introduction followed by a class meeting.
There would be a college-wide orientation gala after military training—that would be the main event.
However, as the meeting drew to a close, every student still went up to give a brief self-introduction.
Su Yichen, being a “nobody,” was no exception. He simply wrote his name on the blackboard and stepped down with his head bowed.
Seeing his lackluster performance, Luo Yueli felt a surge of annoyance. ‘He didn’t say anything besides his name. How is he supposed to make new friends? He needs to meet new girls…’
Thanks to the scene she had witnessed in the corridor, Tong Ya paid special attention to the boy’s name.
It was a good thing she was focused; otherwise, she might have missed it in the time it took to look down and reply to a message.
‘Su Yichen…’ she silently committed it to memory.
At the same time, Tong Ya took a moment to observe Luo Yueli’s reaction when Su Yichen took the stage. Luo Yueli didn’t show much on her face, but… Tong Ya noticed her small pink fist clench tightly.
Throughout the entire orientation, Su Yichen was on his phone, except for the moment he went up to write his name.
As soon as he finished, he sat back down. Some of the new students performed talents on stage, earning rounds of applause.
This was a great opportunity to show off. By the time the introductions ended, several pairs of boys and girls had already exchanged contact information.
It probably wouldn’t be long before the class had several new couples.
But none of this had much to do with Su Yichen. He wasn’t interested, and none of his targets for conquest were in this class.
If one were to talk about talent, the entire class combined wouldn’t be a match for him.
As an Elf princess whose single smile once plunged the world into a 100-year war and who was hailed by the winged race prophets as a femme fatale, he was a beautiful youth who could make an Empress neglect her morning court duties just to stay in bed with him.
Su Yichen was not only skilled in the art of manipulation but was also a master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
While he might not match the very top legendary masters, he was at least a level above any professional.
With the blessing of the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, his singing—even a cappella—could rival those voices produced in professional recording studios.
He was a master of everything men could do, and everything women could do as well.
After the welcoming meeting ended, Su Yichen bought himself a cup of milk tea and followed the crowd back to the dorm.
He was lucky; he wasn’t one of those unfortunate souls who graduated just as the dorms were renovated, never getting to live in the new ones.
Their dorms were newly built by Qingyue University. Even for a four-person dorm, the space was quite large, featuring a private balcony and bathroom.
Water heaters and air conditioners were all provided, and everything was brand new.
Relying on his photographic memory, Su Yichen remembered his roommates’ names the instant he saw them.
The chubby boy whose bed was on the same side as his was Huang Junjie. On the other side, with a bed facing the same direction, was Deng Bo, a boy with a slight case of body odor.
Diagonally opposite him was the tall and lean Jiang Jingjie, whose looks were considered quite good among average people.
The reason he knew Deng Bo had body odor was that he had caught a glimpse of the odor-neutralizing spray on the desk while the guy was unpacking.
Deng Bo had quickly tucked it away, looking as though he didn’t want anyone to find out.
Of course, Su Yichen wouldn’t say anything. Deng Bo’s clothes were neatly arranged, showing he was someone who cared about his image and personal hygiene. He seemed like he wouldn’t be difficult to live with.
Huang Junjie was fiddling with his desktop computer. Su Yichen glanced at the flashy RGB case.
Combined with the chubby boy’s double chin, Su Yichen could guess that the computer’s specs were likely very high. From the size of the graphics card, it was probably the latest X090.
The high-resolution curved screen on the desk also carried a lot of prestige.
The Alienware logo with its large eyes flashed repeatedly, as if afraid someone might miss it. On a small shelf next to the monitor sat several anime figurines.
Su Yichen didn’t know much about anime figurines; it was a rare gap in his knowledge.
However, seeing the careful way the chubby boy handled them, they were either of great sentimental value or incredibly expensive. The chubby boy came from a wealthy family.
As for “Young Master Jiang,” Jiang Jingjie, he sat in an ergonomic chair playing on his phone. Su Yichen guessed he was likely chatting with various girls.
The reason he called him Young Master Jiang was, of course, because of the Green Water Ghost on his wrist. During the introductions earlier, that Green Water Ghost had certainly drawn some attention.
The moment he took the stage, Young Master Jiang had immediately performed a song on the guitar.
It was obvious he had practiced; he sang well, and the Green Water Ghost shimmered brightly, helping him land the contact info of several artistic girls.
Furthermore, his looks were decent for the class—he was one of the handsome ones, a standard “tall, rich, and handsome” type.
When evaluating others appearance and temperament, Su Yichen used ordinary people as a reference; he couldn’t compare them to himself. Su Yichen had that much self-awareness.
On Young Master Jiang’s desk was the latest Apple laptop. Most people bought those as a matter of brand loyalty rather than utility.
The price might not match Huang Junjie’s “Ferrari” of a computer, but it still cost a significant amount.
If he remembered correctly, Su Yichen had seen Jiang Jingjie’s car when he arrived at the dorm building. It was an Audi A6 with the four rings.
It didn’t quite fit the image of a young man like Young Master Jiang, but considering his watch and clothing… Su Yichen understood.
This was a second-generation rich kid who preferred a mature style. It was only a matter of time before he upgraded the A6 to an A8.
A young and successful rich kid with a Green Water Ghost, a wealthy chubby otaku who loved paper-thin anime girls, a four-eyed guy with body odor who was very meticulous about his image, plus a plain nobody like himself who had nothing going for him.
This was the composition of Dorm 305.