The original plan was that if he helped Shen Ran, he could use her as a meal ticket for a few days.
Shen Ran paid, and he provided the service—very reasonable.
So Su Yichen ate breakfast with peace of mind. But now he didn’t need to help anymore.
Forget it. He was naturally too embarrassed to mooch off Shen Ran again, so he had instant noodles for lunch.
Better to go to Guanghan Palace early and become colleagues with Mu Qianqian.
If he didn’t go to work as a male host at the nightclub, he’d really have to borrow money.
Now he could still add a sausage to his instant noodles; soon he wouldn’t even be able to afford that.
He glanced at his phone. The noodles had been soaking for five minutes.
Just as Su Yichen put his hand on the railing, stretched, and was about to go take care of his lunch,
a voice suddenly came from behind: “If you’re going to jump, just jump.”
The voice was a bit low, at first listen like a boy going through voice change, but on closer thought, it was distinguishable as a girl’s voice.
A bit like someone who’s had a cold for days.
And this person definitely wasn’t a student of Qingyue University’s College of Liberal Arts. Their words had a strong sense of misanthropy.
Even if such a person got into Qingyue University, they wouldn’t pass the preliminary psychological test and background check.
They wouldn’t be admitted at all. Qingyue University’s requirements for admitted students were extremely strict, rare even by Su Yichen’s standards.
The university released few admission slots each year, and even fewer students were accepted.
The admission numbers for each college were even less than one-third of the same college at other universities.
In total, only about 180 people. Take the College of Liberal Arts: this year’s new students could only fill four classes.
The College of Science and Engineering had even fewer, with only about eighty new students, not enough to form a full class, and they’d have to split by major later.
To get into Qingyue University, scores were just the threshold. Passing the scores required a review, and after the review, a top psychologist team would conduct specialized psychological counseling and testing.
Only after passing everything could one enroll.
These almost harsh admission conditions almost marked Qingyue University’s pedigree as pure.
Even fresh graduates from the university started with a monthly income of at least ten thousand, a base salary for doing nothing.
Su Yichen thought that if he went to Guanghan Palace to be a male host and hung a sign saying he was a male student at Qingyue University, his value would at least double.
He understood the hobbies of the rich too well. They most liked to play with pretentious types like him.
Luring good girls into the trade or persuading prostitutes to leave—those extravagant young ladies loved that, especially with beautiful boys.
So that little fool who just spoke sarcastically couldn’t possibly slip through Qingyue University’s screening.
Of course, if she had family background and overwhelming power…
Then pretend I never said anything.
Probably a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.
Without even turning his head, Su Yichen had already figured out the person behind him.
Since when did going to the rooftop require queuing? And at Qingyue University, no matter which college, the rooftop wasn’t easy to jump from.
If you weren’t nimble, you couldn’t even jump down.
Sure enough.
Su Yichen slowly turned around and looked toward the direction of the voice.
What came into view was a girl who seemed only about fourteen or fifteen, clearly under 1.6 meters, probably only 1.55 meters.
She wore loose jeans and a white jacket draped over her.
Both clothes and pants looked a bit dirty, and under the jacket was a light yellow short-sleeved shirt.
It seemed deliberately bought oversized so she wouldn’t need to change as she grew.
Her chest was very flat. Su Yichen’s assessment: not as good as Tong Ya.
Not to say how big, but at least Tong Ya’s chest couldn’t land a plane.
The face that lacked feminine features and the flat chest could even make her pass for a boy.
Black hair just reaching her shoulders, visibly greasy, with a faint sheen in the sunlight, as if unwashed for a while.
Her youthful face could only be described as plain, but traces of girlish cuteness could be seen, with potential to become a beautiful girl in the future.
Even if she looked unremarkable now, if dressed up nicely, she wouldn’t be too bad.
But for now…
A bit like a tomboy.
Noticing Su Yichen’s gaze, the girl didn’t flinch or back away. Instead, she raised her slightly dusty chin and glared at him.
Such strong defensiveness?
Her heart was probably curled up like a hedgehog.
This level of aggression was usually an outward manifestation of excessive defense.
It wasn’t because he was angry at her earlier words. In fact, Su Yichen rarely had many emotions now.
Su Yichen couldn’t help but curl his lips, feeling a bit like teasing her.
He had experienced too much.
It was just that “Holy shit” from the morning that had, so far, been the only thing to stir any emotion in him.
“I’m just resting here, little sister. If you want to jump… go ahead?” Su Yichen made a gesture of invitation.
“Pfft.” The girl turned her head and clicked her tongue to the side.
“Middle school isn’t on break yet, is it?”
“What did you say?!”
Su Yichen curled his lips, his smile visibly tempting and ambiguous. “Little sister not going to school now? Could it be you’re a disobedient bad kid?”
“Or does the school not welcome naughty girls like you?”
The girl’s fists instantly clenched, and her eyes turned a bit gloomy.
“Is little sister angry?”
“Getting angry so easily, no boy likes you, right?”
Su Yichen acted as if he didn’t see her about to explode.
“No wonder you came to the rooftop in despair.”
“You don’t even have a boyfriend, not a single person who cares for you.”
“Even if you jumped, no one would know.”
“Wouldn’t you say so, small fry sister~”
The girl’s teeth were grinding audibly, her two small canines biting into her lips.
She looked down at her clenched fists, as if wondering if the boy in front of her could still talk after her punch.
“Who says no boys like me?!”
Finally unable to hold back, the girl fought back.
“Is that so~?”
Su Yichen’s voice was so pleasant it was fatally intoxicating, but the words from his thin, rosy lips were highly teasing.
“Then were you rejected by a boy, and that’s why you came here to jump off the rooftop?”
“Sounds even worse.”
“Could it be you’re just talking tough and lying?”
“No boy would actually like you, right?”
“When I was your age, I had already switched several girlfriends.”
“Little sister, how could you be as gentle and comfortable as an older sister?”
“Hey hey, small fry sister, don’t tell me… this is how you got dumped?”
“You detestable bastard!”
When patience ran out, there was no need to endure. The girl charged with her fists.
Ready to fight it out with the man in front of her who, though not uttering a single curse word, clearly spoke in a punchable way.
Despite the gender difference and height gap, she believed that this boy, who looked gentle to the point of being feminine, would be no match for her.
All that “small fry sister” talk, who does he look down on?
Then she’d make this bastard taste the power of a small fry girl.