Chapter 30 — The Campus God Who Spat Blood (4) | When the “Veteran Driver” Crashes the Car
In the end, Xing Ge still did not manage to do anything wicked.
She watched with deep regret as the tall beauty was escorted back into her dorm. That slim silhouette, those wavy curls, drifted away from her without a shred of mercy.
The delicious duck that had flown right into her hands… flew off again. The system beat its chest and stomped its feet, then, as usual, offered a thorough, multi-generational greeting to the male lead’s ancestors. If Chen Xi had not decided, out of pure boredom, that everyone had to be safely escorted back to their respective dorms, would Xing Ge be stuck squeezed into a room with three guys like this?
But that was the point: Chen Xi’s skill level. As long as that cold, repressed man stayed single for one more day, he could torpedo a CP in minutes.
The system fell into a sulk and clammed up for several days, like a gourd with its mouth sewn shut.
Without its constant chirping like a monk reciting scripture in her ear, the world felt pleasantly quiet. Xing Ge loosened up a lot. She even showed rare generosity toward the person who had ruined her fun, Chen Xi, by buying snacks and small gifts to grease the wheels.
Chen Xi had planned to “teach her a lesson,” yet when he saw her sunny grin and breezy, guileless energy, he felt embarrassed. Maybe he was being too petty.
In the dim dorm light, the campus god examined himself and wrote a three-thousand-character self-criticism. The more he wrote, the more guilty he felt. He had nearly missed out on a really good brother!
So, one of them unintentionally and the other intentionally, the two quickly evolved into arm-slung-over-shoulders best bros. Oh wait, good brothers!
Cheng Rui was jealous. Boss, your favoritism is out of control. Getting up early to save the prime seats in the lecture hall, fine. Personally, handling the kid’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus occasional midnight snacks, barely tolerable. But using your influence to introduce a whole parade of gorgeous seniors and underclasswomen to the kid one by one? That is too much.
He urgently needed an ally to sign a protest. Unfortunately, Xu Jianyuan, the big block of wood suddenly… blossomed.
That simpleton was the first dog in the dorm to get a girlfriend. This made no scientific sense.
What happened to the sacred oath: we do not ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, we only ask to remain single together for life?
Brothers exist to be betrayed. Obviously.
One sunny afternoon, Cheng Rui stood on the balcony in the warm light, basking, feeling extremely tragic.
Inside the dorm, Xing Ge and the male lead were playing a game, one sitting, one standing.
Not long before, Xu Jianyuan’s freshly acquired girlfriend had come to deliver a homemade lunch. The honest iron bull got very crafty while in love. During a bathroom break, he snatched Chen Xi’s chair. The couple found a corner nook and ate lovingly together.
They vanished for ages.
Possibly wandered off to a nearby grove to “eat,” who knew.
The summer heat rose fast. The sun glared in from the balcony. Cicadas screeched. Four fans rattled away at full blast, yet it was still hot. Xing Ge hated heat. She cast shame to the wind and stripped off her top, leaving a thin, loose white tank that showed pretty much everything whenever she moved.
Which was basically the same as not wearing one.
The longer she blended in with the guys, the more… open she became.
The system had given up on complaining.
After playing the game for a while, Xing Ge glanced up. Sweat dotted Chen Xi’s face. Clearly he was also suffering from the heat and had been standing too long.
A good bro solves problems at crucial moments.
Feeling indebted from all the meals he had bought, Xing Ge said, “Want to sit for a bit?”
He slanted a phoenix eye at her. “You sure?”
She nodded.
And the gentleman took her at her word, then sat directly on her lap.
Xing Ge: ∑(っ°Д °;)っ
Heavens. What kind of posture was that?
She had assumed Chen Xi was light as a paper-cutout beauty. When he settled down, her thighs almost gave out. It felt like her legs would be done for.
“Get up! You weigh a ton! And you smell!” She tried to shove him away, but he did not budge. Chen Xi was a third-degree black belt in karate. If Xing Ge had not caught him off guard that one time, beating him head-on would be tough.
Qi Shaoying had no real body strength. All the “combat power” rested on Xing Ge’s technique.
Glancing back at the two horsing around, Cheng Rui clutched his chest. He could not remain in this land of heartbreak; otherwise he would be abused into a bloody pulp. He grabbed a mini wallet and left in under a minute.
As he went, he put on a solemn sigh. “The world is going downhill. People have lost all decency.”
They answered in perfect unison with twin eyerolls.
D*mn it. Even their snark came as a couple’s set. How was a single dog supposed to survive?
Cheng Rui’s heart ached worse. Summer had arrived; he had no time to deal with these two chaotic bros. Pursuing true love was the real business.
The dorm was left with just the two of them.
Xing Ge could not take it anymore. “Brother, get off. You are going to flatten me.”
Chen Xi narrowed his pretty eyes, lips tilting. He felt like teasing and deliberately sank his weight back. Sure enough, she hissed in a sharp breath.
“Sh***!”
This was the unbearable weight of being, well, crushed.
Even getting caught in a zipper had never felt this brutal.
Xing Ge lost her patience and pinched him. Delicately, like pinching a flower.
Come on then. Mutual destruction.
Chen Xi’s smug expression froze. From head to toe, a tidal wave of shame and fury surged over him.
He...
Actually got hard, d*mn it!
Chen Xi petrified.
Petrified.
Fied.
Xing Ge suspected the male lead now had strong feelings about her existence.
For several days straight, Chen Xi treated her like the plague. He saw her and fled.
The lavish three-meals-a-day delivery ended. In the sweltering heat, Xing Ge wiped sweat and ran on her chopstick legs through the smelly, crowded cafeteria lines. After finally reaching the counter, she had to live in fear as the lunch ladies shook their ladles.
Three cubes of red-braised pork trembled right off the plate.
Two meatballs rolled away to freedom.
No, auntie, have mercy!
Xing Ge was abused to the point of tears.
Why did Chen the Campus God’s servings always come out beautiful, abundant, and juicy?
Was it… a face thing? Was she not adorable enough?
Upend the table. Life was impossible like this.
No. If she had to die, she wanted to die understanding why.
As soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth morning class, Xing Ge seized her moment. She sprinted like she was running the 100-meter dash, grabbed Chen Xi’s collar, and barked, “Do. Not. Move!”
The bros nearby were stunned.
Qi stood one meter seventy. Against the one-eighty-seven Chen Xi, he was dwarfed in momentum, a little bean sprout. With that cute, dopey baby face puffed in righteous anger, grabbing the tall guy’s collar, he looked exactly like a kitten threatening to tug a tiger’s whiskers.
Everyone stayed to watch the drama.
Their shameless roommates even started a betting pool on the side.
Kitten versus tiger, who would win?
What happened next made jaws drop.
The tiger, who had looked so imposing, turned out to be made of paper. The second Xing Ge charged over, he panicked, tore free, and bolted. In blind flight, he dashed straight into the women’s restroom.
Everyone: “…”
Xing Ge: “…”
Campus god, did a dog run off with your IQ?
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