Chapter 100: The Cold, Crazy Campus Hunk x The Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 8
The two of them vanished in a flash at the doorway.
The loud-mouthed gossip quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message to the gossip group:
“Amazing! Amazing! Amazing!”
“The Little Tyrant is about to arrive on the battlefield!!”
“The situation just got even more delicate!!”
“The great battle is imminent! Who will win the Campus Hunk’s heart? Let’s watch and see—”
Meanwhile, a flurry of messages rapidly scrolled through the gossip group:
“Who? Jiang Luoluo went too?”
“What’s the point of him going? Mu Jianian already rejected him, didn’t he?”
“Probably going to mourn his lost love. /side-eye/side-eye”
As Jiang Luoluo and Li Chuan ran out of the classroom building, they spotted two dazzling figures under the shade of a tree near the sports field.
Mu Jianian was tall and slender, his white shirt crisp and clean. His profile was sharp and handsome, with a high, prominent nose—he looked like the male lead in an idol drama.
Jiang Xiayao was slightly shorter than him, wearing a floral dress and white sneakers. Her long hair, reaching her waist, swayed in the breeze.
From a distance, anyone who didn’t know better would think they were filming an idol drama.
Jiang Luoluo’s steps slowed, a sour taste in his mouth.
“Holy shit!”
Li Chuan’s sudden shout startled the two figures in the distance.
Jiang Xiayao said something else, then left Mu Jianian’s side and walked toward them.
As she passed Jiang Luoluo, she even stopped to glance at him.
Her beautiful face wore a complex expression: envy, surprise, understanding…
Jiang Luoluo said nothing, silently shuffling past her.
Did Jiang Xiayao like Mu Jianian too?
Had Mu Jianian agreed?
If so, wouldn’t his mission to win over the villain fail?
He walked slowly toward Mu Jianian, step by step, and slowly raised his head.
The midday sun filtered through the gaps in the branches, casting a white light on his eyelids.
Jiang Luoluo had just frowned when a large hand appeared above his eyes, blocking the glare.
The fingers were long and slender, the knuckles evenly spaced, combining beauty and strength.
Mu Jianian’s voice was soft, echoing in the afternoon air. Combined with the gesture, it carried an inexplicable tenderness.
“Weren’t you asleep? Why did you come down here in the middle of the day?”
Jiang Luoluo lowered his gaze from the hand above his head to Mu Jianian’s face, his voice almost timid.
It was as if he feared hearing an answer that would break his heart.
“Mu Jianian, are you getting a girlfriend?”
Mu Jianian remained silent.
Jiang Luoluo bit his lip, a hint of grievance in his expression.
He lowered his eyelids, then lifted them again. His upturned eye corners, meticulously drawn like strokes of fine brushwork, were tinged with a faint blush.
His voice was soft and delicate. “Can’t I be your boyfriend? I can be really obedient…”
He mumbled resentfully under his breath, “Why won’t you even try? How can you know if you don’t try? I’m really well-suited for dating…”
A soft chuckle echoed through the air. Mu Jianian’s clear voice, deliberately lowered, asked, “How well-suited?”
His tone held a hint of teasing mischief.
Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson. His fluttering eyelashes trembled, and he pouted slightly.
“Anyway, I’m really well-suited, super well-suited!”
“How can you know if you don’t try? You won’t regret being with me. I’m seriously, super, super well-suited to be a boyfriend!”
He sounded like a newly hired trainee salesperson, earnestly promoting his wares.
“Don’t let my height fool you. I drink milk every day, so I’ll definitely grow taller…”
“My skin is also really fair, fairer than most people, and it’s super soft and smooth…”
“I can dance too. I know lots of different styles…”
“And I’m pretty cute, right? Lots of guys have chased after me before…”
“I can also make desserts and drinks…”
At this point, he mustered his courage, his beautiful eyes meeting Mu Jianian’s. His voice was soft and sweet:
“Mu Jianian, would you like to try dating me?”
Mu Jianian stood under the shade of the tree, watching him smile. His godlike face held a hint of hidden affection as he replied gently, “Yes.”
Jiang Luoluo froze for a moment.
Mu Jianian reached out and wiped the beads of sweat from Jiang Luoluo’s forehead, left there by his running. The warmth of his fingers lingered on Jiang Luoluo’s skin.
Jiang Luoluo stared at him blankly.
Mu Jianian’s fingers slid down his forehead to his cheek, lingering there for a moment, caressing his skin for a few seconds.
He pinched Jiang Luoluo’s cheek, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. It was as if he were confirming Jiang Luoluo’s earlier words.
“Indeed, you are very soft.”
Jiang Luoluo was unusually well-behaved all afternoon.
The classmates who had been eagerly anticipating a show finally saw Jiang Luoluo and Mu Jianian return. They walked separately, one in front and the other behind, neither speaking. The onlookers assumed the two had completely fallen out.
Adding to the speculation, Young Master Jiang, normally a troublemaker, had been lying face down on his desk since returning, motionless throughout the entire class.
This further confirmed everyone’s suspicions.
They figured Young Master Jiang’s pursuit of Mu Jianian had failed, and his heart was likely shattered into a million pieces.
Some even started betting in their gossip group: would Jiang Luoluo continue chasing the Campus Hunk, or would he change targets and look for someone new?
Many boys who liked Jiang Luoluo were secretly pleased, thinking this was finally their chance.
The class was a reading lesson. After assigning the task, the teacher left.
Jiang Luoluo lay on his desk, secretly touching his burning face.
How could Mu Jianian do this to me…?
His exposed eyes blinked once, then quickly retreated back into his arms.
Not only did he touch my face…
He also pulled me into a corner where the windows of the teaching building couldn’t see us…
And kissed me…
The blush on his face spread down his neck, turning him the color of a ripe peach.
Mu Jianian’s gaze drifted from the exam paper, drawn to the boy in the front row.
He was slumped over his desk, his slender waist collapsing inward, appearing exceptionally delicate.
His fair neck was flushed with an unnatural crimson.
Mu Jianian recalled the boy’s reaction when he had leaned down to kiss him—his face had flushed crimson in an instant, the blush spreading from his cheeks to his collarbone in less than a second.
He had avoided eye contact, stammering when he spoke.
Utterly innocent.
When the bell rang, Mu Jianian walked out.
Jiang Luoluo finally lifted his head, rubbing his cheeks.
The two had exchanged not a single word.
The loudmouth in the gossip group immediately began live-broadcasting the news:
“It’s over! This time, it’s completely over!”
“They didn’t speak to each other the entire class! They didn’t even acknowledge each other!”
“The Campus Hunk is being completely silent!”
“Jiang Luoluo’s face is red with anger!”
The message included a secretly taken photo of Jiang Luoluo.
Backlit by the sun, Jiang Luoluo rested his cheek in one hand, his long eyelashes casting dense shadows on his lower eyelids.
Beneath his delicate nose, his rosy lips were tightly pursed in a mixture of shame and annoyance. Even his cheeks were flushed.
The photo was slightly blurry, but it did nothing to diminish his beauty.
The gossip group erupted in a cacophony of drums, gongs, and firecrackers:
“Mu Jianian’s got some serious backbone! He actually turned him down!!”
“I’m in love! My teenage heart is already melting!”
“It’s my turn now!”
“Take that back! It’s my turn to shine!! No one’s taking him from me!!! Luoluo, baby!! Mine!!!”
“Hey, your profile picture looks familiar. Last month, didn’t you say Jiang Luoluo was beautiful but soulless? Why are you chasing him now?”
“Has anyone noticed that Little Tyrant’s been in a much better mood lately? So soft and cuddly!”
“Mu Jianian, what a ruthless guy! Blind at such a young age!”
Mu Jianian, who was being criticized for going blind so young, grabbed Jiang Luoluo’s favorite juice from the shelf and opened the photo.
He curled his lips and long-pressed to save the image.
It was just a kiss, after all.
Yet he was still angry.
He’d been clamoring about how he was ready for a relationship, and he’d once been bold enough to sneak sips from his half-finished water bottle.
Why was he acting so shy over a slightly more intimate moment?
Earlier that afternoon, in the corner of the wall, his face had flushed crimson, and he’d pushed him away and run off.
Seeing the gossip group had already exploded with messages, everyone vying to be the first to get Jiang Luoluo’s reply, Mu Jianian raised an eyebrow and sent a message:
“False. Jiang Luoluo and Mu Jianian are together.”
No one noticed the message, and it was quickly buried.
Mu Jianian patiently @ the original broadcaster, the loudmouth, again:
“Classmate, your news is incorrect.”
“Jiang Luoluo already has someone.”
“They haven’t broken up either.”
These three messages finally caught the group’s attention.
The loudmouth replied directly, @ing him:
“Are you sick?”
“Have you lost your mind from shipping couples???”
Then, with a single click, a plane ticket swiftly kicked Mu Jianian out of the group chat.
Mu Jianian: “……”
The small disturbance passed, and the gossip group returned to its usual state of chaotic celebration.
Mu Jianian entered the classroom.
Jiang Luoluo glanced at him, then, like a startled rabbit, quickly turned away.
“What did I tell you?” the loudmouth nudged the classmate beside him, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction.
The words had barely left his lips when Mu Jianian walked over and placed the bottle of juice on Jiang Luoluo’s desk.
He leaned forward, his arms propped on the desks in front and behind, effectively trapping Jiang Luoluo in his embrace.
Lowering his head, he gazed at Jiang Luoluo’s head, his clear, gentle voice dropping to a low murmur: “Still embarrassed?”
Jiang Luoluo lifted his face, his cheeks flushed pink, his tone soft and light: “Who’s embarrassed? I’m not embarrassed at all…”
Mu Jianian raised his hand and ruffled his hair. “Wait for me after school.”
A hush fell over the classroom.
The loudmouth’s mouth had never gaped so wide.
He watched the intimate interaction unfold before his eyes, his hand trembling as he reached for his phone.
“I’m so sorry, everyone!”
“It looks like Jiang Luoluo and Mu Jianian are really together…”
As the school bell rang, students swiftly grabbed their pre-packed backpacks and, like startled birds, rushed out the door.
Jiang Luoluo dawdled, slowly packing his bag and stuffing in today’s homework.
The person behind him remained motionless, waiting patiently.
Jiang Luoluo glanced up, then quickly lowered his head, continuing to pack.
“Didn’t you finish this?”
A long, slender hand reached over, pinched his finger, and pulled out the workbook Jiang Luoluo had just put in.
“False. Jiang Luoluo and Mu Jianian are together.” — local romantic tyrant, banned for spitting facts.
Support the translator who just witnessed a man get kicked from a group chat for confessing. Ko-fi me before I lose my mind like the loudmouth. 😩📲
