The Computer Room — essentially the school’s computer lab.
Compared to the Lecture Hall, which lacked air conditioning and only had large fans, Bai Yao preferred coming here for class.
At least there were two standing air conditioners, one at the front and one at the back.
However, the school’s computers were a bit old.
At a glance, they looked like relics from at least ten years ago.
Bai Yao followed Qiu Ye to a couple of computers in the back row.
After opening the teaching screen-projection software, he leaned against the desk, cupped his face in his hands, and yawned while waiting for class to start.
He was actually quite good at these major-specific classes compared to general education courses.
Usually, the first period consisted of the teacher’s screen-shared demonstration — very basic instruction.
The second period involved the students mimicking the demonstration to complete and upload their assignments.
Bai Yao’s work was usually fast and precise, finished in fifteen or twenty minutes, leaving the rest of the time for his phone.
“Give me a copy later?”
“Mm.”
“Then I’m playing Mahjong!”
Speaking of which, the first time he had ever spoken to Qiu Ye was during a major-specific class when Qiu Ye asked to copy his assignment.
At the time, Bai Yao was timid and terrified that the teacher would find out.
He hadn’t dared to refuse the fierce-looking Qiu Ye, so he had nervously handed over his work and then redid it himself.
But now, he was a seasoned veteran… mostly because he had seen too many instances of one person doing the work and the entire dorm sharing it.
Class began.
The students’ computers were forcibly controlled, displaying the teacher’s screen.
Bai Yao glanced down at Qiu Ye’s phone.
Seeing the Mahjong game on the screen, he remained a bit confused; he neither understood how to play nor how to read Majsoul.
‘Maybe I should catch up on some sleep?’
He let out a yawn and slumped onto the desk.
“Didn’t sleep well?”
“I’m alright.”
Lately, Bai Yao had been forced to do all sorts of things against his will.
He felt his body growing heavier, and even slight movements left him exhausted.
It was all the system’s fault! It put pressure on him every single day!
While playing Japanese Mahjong, Qiu Ye still had the breath to banter with Bai Yao.
“I’m planning to find those older guys at noon to say thanks.”
“The ones who sent me that WeChat?”
“Yeah, apparently they’re shop owners on that street.”
Bai Yao wasn’t very good at handling social obligations.
Besides, why did Qiu Ye always have to drag him along for his own business?
He reached up to scratch his neck and reluctantly tied his hair into a low ponytail.
This exposed all the skin on his neck to the air, making it feel chilly — a sensation he hadn’t yet gotten used to.
Logically, he should have listened to Chen Zhilong and cut his hair short.
After all, Bai Yao was indeed easily mistaken for a girl now.
However, he truly disliked short hair.
Perhaps it was a form of rebellion stemming from the strict hair regulations in middle and high school.
Or maybe it was a small desire to be different and attract attention as a “nobody”?
Although, once people did pay attention to him, he would start overthinking uncontrollably, not knowing how to stand or where to put his hands.
His phone suddenly vibrated.
Bai Yao looked down and saw it was a friend request.
He froze for a moment and tapped on the sender’s profile first. It was a girl, a local.
Since they likely knew each other in real life, he hesitantly clicked “Accept.”
“Who’s that?”
Qiu Ye asked, still playing Mahjong but keeping an eye on Bai Yao.
“I don’t know.”
Bai Yao sent the other person a question mark.
“The screen name looks familiar. Why don’t you check the class group chat?”
“A classmate?”
Bai Yao scrolled through the class group and eventually found the person who had added him.
“Gu Wanwan.”
The name was easy to remember, so Bai Yao recalled her image from when the roll was called during class.
He looked up and scanned the room, finding Gu Wanwan’s figure among the sea of computer screens.
She was a sweet-looking girl with shoulder-length hair.
She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, falling into the middle-tier in terms of looks for their class.
She seemed like the type who didn’t really know how to dress up, wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt and long pants.
Her personality seemed quite shy and timid.
She was a bit chubby, with most of that weight concentrated on her chest, which was quite prominent.
“She doesn’t like you, does she?” Qiu Ye teased.
“She even went out of her way to add you.”
“How is that possible?”
Bai Yao muttered as he lowered his head.
He said that, but he couldn’t help but feel a sliver of expectation deep down.
He had never been in a relationship in his life; he hadn’t even held the hand of a girl his age!
“Who? Gu Wanwan?”
Lin Mingxin, sitting on his other side, overheard and immediately became interested.
“That girl is a top-tier find, okay? She’s the perfect amount of chubby, and her chest is huge!”
Bai Yao curled his lip and said, “I like them a bit smaller and thinner.”
Perhaps due to his own height, he preferred petite girls.
“That’s how virgins are. They all like the ‘pale, young, and thin’ type. Once you’ve been in a few relationships, you’ll learn how great the chubby ones are.”
Lin Mingxin looked to Qiu Ye for validation.
“Right?”
“I haven’t thought about that,” Qiu Ye said with a cocky expression.
“Regardless, I can find someone whenever I want.”
Bai Yao slumped back onto the desk and checked his phone.
Gu Wanwan hadn’t sent any messages, so that little bit of expectation vanished completely.
She probably just added him as a classmate because it was convenient.
“See, I told you girls would eventually like you, Bai Yao!”
Lin Mingxin patted his shoulder, looking triumphant.
“Your looks are only slightly worse than mine.”
‘I almost believed you!’
Bai Yao silently rolled his eyes.
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Qiu Ye noticed Bai Yao’s face turning slightly red.
That faint tint gradually shifted into an even more embarrassed crimson.
This guy would often start dazing off for no reason, his expression changing unpredictably.
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Bai Yao’s face was now flushed red with shame and anger, even the tips of his ears turned crimson.
‘I want a sweet romance with a girl, okay?! Not a man!’
His standards hadn’t dropped low enough to confess to Qiu Ye for a mere 100 yuan!
“Are you in heat?” Qiu Ye teased in a low voice.
“She only added you as a friend. Don’t tell me you’ve already thought of your children’s names?”
Bai Yao glared at Qiu Ye in annoyance.
Truthfully, it didn’t hold any intimidation at all; instead, it was somewhat arousing.
Qiu Ye continued to provoke him playfully.
“Then be more proactive! Hurry up and write a love letter to confess. Want me to be your wingman?”
“Holy crap!”
He saw Bai Yao raise a fist as if to strike his fractured arm.
Qiu Ye flinched, nearly tumbling off his chair in fright.
The entire class’s attention focused on them.
Qiu Ye clumsily sat back up and gave Bai Yao a resentful look.
“You want me to go back for more surgery, don’t you? What if you break it?”
Only then did Bai Yao pull back his raised fist, the corners of his mouth curving up with a hint of smugness.
“Just scaring you.”