Yun Jia stepped forward timidly. It was the 110th anniversary of the school, and with so many female students in their department, nearly everyone was assigned a performance. Yun Jia, with her delicate features and well-proportioned figure, had been chosen as a backup dancer.
Who could have imagined being forced into something as inhumane as doing the splits? Never mind that they were second-year college students—old bones and stiff joints hardly suited such tortures.
Just as her heart pounded with dread, a voice suddenly called from outside the dance room: “Yun Jia! Yun Jia from the Chinese Department! Someone’s looking for you downstairs!”
It was like a heavenly reprieve!
Yun Jia quickly said to the dance instructor, “Teacher, I need to step out for a moment.”
The instructor, who was already fretting about how this group of students couldn’t even manage something as simple as doing the splits—let alone perform an entire dance for the upcoming school anniversary gala in front of party and state leaders—absentmindedly nodded her head.
Yun Jia took this as a pardon and bolted out of the room.
She ran down the stairs in one breath, breaking into a sweat by the time she reached the bottom. Next to a brand-new sports car stood a person with their back to her, smoking a cigarette.
“Hey!”
She had to jump to pat his shoulder. This guy just kept growing taller, shooting up like bamboo since her middle school days. By the time she got into university, he had already hit 183 centimeters, a full head taller than her.
It was a sunny March afternoon, though the weather was still chilly. He was wearing nothing but a suit, and of course, he wore it in his usual careless style. Beneath it was a wrinkled silk shirt. Yun Jia poked at it with two fingers and teased, “You can make even fine clothes look like pickled vegetables.”
He clutched his shirt defensively. “What are you doing? Boys and girls shouldn’t touch each other!”
“Ugh!” She jumped up and smacked him on the head. “Say that one more time, I dare you.”
“Wow, so fierce! Be careful, or you’ll never get married!”
“None of your business!” Yun Jia declared boldly. “With me—one of the top ten beauties of the Chinese Department at P University—looks, talent, I’ve got it all! Not getting married? Don’t make me laugh!”
He squinted at her. “Your department only has ten girls, doesn’t it?”
Yun Jia, now furious and embarrassed, kicked his sports car. “Ugh!”
Unfortunately, the steel rim hit her toe dead-on, sending a sharp pain shooting through her foot. She hopped on one leg, clutching her foot while he burst into laughter. Tears welled in Yun Jia’s eyes as she angrily exclaimed, “Lou Wan! You’re heartless!”
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