Chapter 13: Why Is the Jealousy So Strong?

Following Wang Can’s advice, Yang Shuang deliberately slowed down after adding most of the classmates on QQ.

So, when the counselor Zheng Jun entered the classroom, the once noisy room fell silent, leaving only Yang Shuang awkwardly standing amid the crowd.

Facing Zheng Jun’s puzzled gaze, Yang Shuang hurried over in a few quick steps, slightly lowering his head with a tone of apology: “Counselor Zheng, sorry about that. I was just adding classmates on QQ and created a class group. I thought it might be more convenient for you to notify us about less urgent matters in the future.”

Zheng Jun’s eyes lingered on Yang Shuang’s face for a moment, surprised, then he smiled meaningfully: “Not bad. Let’s add each other as friends then.”

After adding the QQ contact, Zheng Jun said no more, waving him off to return to his seat. He cleared his throat and stood by the podium.

“I’m Zheng Jun, a Master of Law from Shenhai University, and your counselor. I will be with you throughout the next four years.”

Having said that, he pushed up his glasses and began explaining the various matters concerning the freshmen’s enrollment.

The students below listened attentively, afraid of missing any important information.

“First, tomorrow morning at seven, we will begin a week-long military training on the East Playground.”

“The September sun is still scorching, so I recommend everyone prepare sun protection. If anyone has special circumstances preventing participation, please submit a hospital certificate in advance.”

“Two weeks after the military training, the university will hold the 2012 Freshman Welcome Party.”

Having outlined these crucial points, Zheng Jun clapped his hands: “Now, starting from the first row, each student please give a brief self-introduction.”

His gaze landed on the boy in the first row, signaling him to begin.

“Hello, my name is Jia Jian, from Heze, Ludong…”

“Hello everyone, I’m Jiang Zi, nickname Jiang Jiang, from Bincheng, Feng Province…”

Chen Xiaobei elbowed Wang Can. “Old Wang, he’s your fellow townsman, better hurry up.”

Wang Can glanced at the petite girl on stage. She wasn’t stunning but had a fresh, girl-next-door charm.

“Pretty cute. Dog Bei, you don’t like her, so you’re just trying to test me with words.”

“Nonsense. I like tall girls with long legs, like your cousin.”

“Well, we have similar tastes then. I also like my cousin.”

“Damn, you beasts.”

After the round of introductions, Wang Can was quite surprised to discover that Guo Wanwan was also from Bincheng.

His assistance to Yang Shuang in running for class monitor truly echoed the old saying: “Fellow townsmen stab each other in the back.”

Once the self-introductions ended, Zheng Jun surveyed the classroom and straightforwardly asked, “Who wants to run for class monitor?”

A brief silence followed, then Yang Shuang, Shen Hongge, Guo Wanwan, and others raised their hands one after another.

Two other hesitant students also raised their hands eventually.

Zheng Jun’s eyes scanned the group, a slight smile playing on his lips: “Good, it seems everyone is enthusiastic, which is a good thing.”

“The military training will be a perfect time for you all to get to know each other. After it ends, we will hold a class-wide vote.”

Shen Hongge and Guo Wanwan’s expressions darkened; they had expected that after a full day of interaction yesterday, Zheng Jun would directly appoint them as class monitor and youth league secretary respectively.

“All right, the male students come with me to collect the military uniforms, then come back to distribute them.”

Once the boys left with Zheng Jun, the previously quiet atmosphere shattered. The girls began gossiping in their dorm groups.

“Hey, that Chen Xiaobei looks good and carries himself well.”

“Yang Shuang isn’t bad either; he seems very confident and has leadership qualities.”

“Huh? Wasn’t he pushed forward by Wang Can?”

“Wow, I thought I was the only one who noticed…”

Jiang Zi and Guo Wanwan, not only fellow townsfolk but also roommates, sat next to each other.

“Wanwan, Wang Can is also from our hometown. Let’s go say hi to him later.”

Guo Wanwan, feeling annoyed, didn’t even look up and replied coldly, “No interest.”

“Ah, alright then.”

…

After collecting their uniforms, it was lunchtime, and the students quickly dispersed from the classroom.

Wang Can, Chen Xiaobei, and Zhang Bailan headed to the cafeteria together.

Yang Shuang was swept away by a few girls, chattering nonstop and asking questions.

Indeed, many needed a local guide to get familiar with the surroundings.

“Man, I’m a bit jealous of Shuang-ge; he’s surrounded by so many girls,” Zhang Bailan said, munching on a steamed bun.

“Aren’t you aiming to be a tall, rich, and handsome guy…?”

Wang Can was halfway through his sentence when he noticed Chen Xiaobei casually poking at the braised beef rice with his chopsticks. After tasting it, Chen frowned, pushed it aside disdainfully, and switched to the preserved vegetable pork.

Damn, rich second-generation brats really get on my nerves.

…

“I swear, a beauty! A beauty!”

Just as Chen Xiaobei stepped out of the cafeteria, he suddenly stopped, eyes fixed ahead, voice brimming with excitement he couldn’t hide.

“Where? Where?”

Zhang Bailan hurried after him, following Chen’s gaze.

Not far away in the parking lot stood a tall figure leaning against a black-and-pink Mini Cooper, her head bowed, absorbed in her phone.

She wore a baseball cap pulled low, its brim casting a shadow that almost concealed her entire face, revealing only a sharply defined chin.

A blue-and-white striped shirt hung over her, with a camisole underneath that accentuated her full curves. Below her short skirt, her straight legs shimmered like pearls.

Many males near the cafeteria’s entrance couldn’t help but stare respectfully.

Beauty is a complex judgment; sometimes just figure and aura can tell you if someone’s a beauty.

“Hey, you two just standing there staring, what’s the point? Can you take her home by looking?”

Wang Can sneered at the two who had become a roadside spectacle at the cafeteria entrance.

“It’s appreciation, you know?” Chen Xiaobei sneered back. “Besides, Old Wang, you were eyeballing her legs just as much. No right to criticize us.”

“Exactly, exactly,” Zhang Bailan chimed in.

Wang Can snorted disdainfully. “If I said I’d dare to go talk to her…”

“I’d dare too, but getting her contact info—that’s the real skill,” Chen Xiaobei shot back.

“If I get it, what then?”

“You owe me lunch every day this month.”

“Deal.”

Without hesitation, Wang Can strode straight toward the beauty.

“Wow, this guy’s bold? He’s really going for it?”

Many nearby had overheard their conversation and gathered to watch the spectacle.

They saw Wang Can approach the tall woman, whisper something to her, then naturally pull out his phone, offering it to her.

The long-legged beauty not only took the phone but also pulled out her own, fingers gliding swiftly over the screen as if operating something.

“Damn, if I’d known it was that easy, I would’ve gone too.”

“I don’t think so. Most likely he had some other excuse, like asking for directions.”

“Definitely. That woman’s proud. If you ask for contact info, she’d probably just tell you to scram. Don’t ask me how I know.”

“…”

The crowd buzzed with speculation and comments.

Then, they saw the beauty return the phone to Wang Can, open the car door, and slide into the driver’s seat.

Wang Can turned to Chen Xiaobei and shrugged helplessly.

The onlookers wore expressions of confirmation.

“Haha, I told you, she’s really prideful.”

“I knew it would turn out like this, so I didn’t even try.”

“…”

Relieved, Chen Xiaobei patted Zhang Bailan’s shoulder.

“See? What did I tell you?”

“But I still think Can-ge’s pretty impressive,” Zhang Bailan said.

“Bailan, you’re really an amateur. Women aren’t chased…”

The “old hand” Chen Xiaobei was still lecturing seriously when others noticed Wang Can hadn’t returned. Instead, he was walking toward the passenger seat of the car, opened the door, and plopped down inside.

Immediately, the eye-catching Mini Cooper sped off with a roar.

???

The cafeteria entrance fell silent.

“Did they serve dumplings today? Why’s the air so sour?”

A new girl sniffed the air hard, puzzled.