Jiang You froze for a moment, turning her head back to look at him.
She wasn’t the only one who froze; everyone around them did too.
After a moment, a wave of even more mocking jeers swept over them.
"Ooh~~" the boys around them hooted, parroting his words. "A plaything is fine too~~"
"That’s Sister You for you, driving this special admission student head over heels." Yu Lin looked at Zhou Yu, the contempt in her eyes unconcealed.
"A plaything? He’s not even worthy of that!" Chen Yu added immediately.
...
Jiang You’s eyelid twitched. She flung his hand away, just wanting to end this farce as quickly as possible.
"You’re not worthy," Jiang You said coldly, then turned and walked away.
After she left, the crowd slowly dispersed.
Zhou Yu’s eyelashes lowered. One of his dark eyes was tinged with a moist, scarlet red, while his other, injured eye began to ache.
He knew it was a humiliation, yet he still threw himself into it like a moth to a flame, wanting to feel the scorching pain.
Jiang You returned to her dorm, telling her entourage not to follow.
In the ten-person "Wealthy Heirs" group chat:
Bai Sisi: Sister You really did it! So awesome! There’s no doubt Sister You won the bet!
Xu Mei: I can’t believe our Miss Jiang actually pulled it off.
Yun Yue: Jiang You, your humiliation wasn’t harsh enough. When I get out of the hospital, call your little plaything out for us to play with sometime.
...
Jiang You ignored them and directly collected the hundred-million-plus prize from the group chat. Since she was the only one who bet on herself to win, all the money naturally went to her.
’I can’t believe I just made over a hundred million.’
She found Zhou Yu’s chat window and transferred fifty million to him.
Jiang You: You were smart to play along. This is your reward from me.
Jiang You felt a little uneasy after sending it, but when the system didn’t issue a warning, she breathed a sigh of relief.
A moment later, the money was transferred back.
Zhou Yu: I wasn’t acting.
Jiang You frowned slightly. Jiang You: When I give you a reward, you will accept it.
Jiang You: And another thing, stop dreaming. I could never like a low-class species like you!
On the other side, Zhou Yu saw the message and gripped his terminal tighter, his knuckles turning red and white. Finally, as if his strength had given out, he let go.
’Dreaming?’
’Yes. He would insist on dreaming.’
His dark eye seemed to swirl with ink so thick it would never dissolve.
Jiang You still couldn’t figure it out. She had clearly followed the mission, so why did the plot always collapse so spectacularly?
’And after I treated Zhou Yu like that, he still likes me!’
’Does he have some kind of hidden trait?’
When Jiang You couldn’t figure it out, she stopped bothering to think about it.
According to the plot, she would later find out that Zhou Yu was actually Zhou Yan’s younger brother, which would make her even more relentless in tormenting him.
[Mission Twenty Issued.]
After hearing the details, the life seemed to drain from Jiang You’s face.
’I have to go harass a man again!’
「Afternoon class.」
Jiang You skipped her class to go to Long Yu’s elective.
Long Yu was easy to spot. He was sitting in the last row, with a large empty space around him.
It was a large, tiered lecture hall, and it was crowded, but there was only one person sitting next to him, with the other side completely empty.
Jiang You saw the person sitting beside Long Yu was a young man with silver-gray hair.
As everyone knew, Long Yu, the Imperial Crown Prince, naturally had vassals and retainers by his side to handle miscellaneous matters for him.
These retainers were often the heirs of major ruling families and held high statuses themselves.
The people around F1 were not to be trifled with.
And F1 himself was the one you trifled with least of all.
But Jiang You, playing the part of a death-seeking villainess, was naturally fearless and walked right over to sit in the empty seat on Long Yu’s other side.
The surrounding students were stunned to see this, but none of them dared to gossip or even sneak a peek.
No one dared to sit next to Long Yu. Setting aside the issue of status, Long Yu himself was known for being difficult. So, it was shocking that a girl would be so unafraid of death as to sit beside him now.
This naturally surprised everyone else.
Long Yu was dressed in a Rose Liss school uniform, but his collar was open, giving him a lazy and casual air. A row of silver studs lined the cartilage of one ear, showing he wasn’t one to follow the rules.
The golden rose brooch on his uniform jacket was exquisitely noble.
The pads of his long fingers had been tapping lightly on the desk, but they paused when he noticed someone sit down beside him.
Wei Xu, sitting next to him, noticed and slowly stood up to face Jiang You.
He recognized Jiang You, of course.
Or rather, he knew most people—all the heirs of the ruling families, as well as the children of the wealthy and noble houses.
This was what was expected of an attendant to the Crown Prince.
’But, was Miss Jiang always this beautiful?’
"Miss Jiang, you cannot sit here. Please find another seat." Wei Xu kept his emotions completely hidden. His handsome face was expressionless, and his tone, though faint, was a command.
He also carried the natural air of someone in a superior position.
Even though he worked for Long Yu, he himself was the heir to a major ruling family.
Long Yu didn’t speak or look at Jiang You. His eyes were half-lidded as he leisurely watched the professor lecture, looking as if he were listening, yet not at all.
"I’m sitting right here. What about it?" Jiang You crossed her arms, looking spoiled and arrogant.
"This is Young Master Long Yu." Wei Xu stared at Jiang You’s soft, charming profile, his lips moving as he issued a reminder.
"I know. It’s his honor that I’m sitting here!" Jiang You said in a matter-of-fact tone, her small, fair chin held high.
Wei Xu was about to say more.
But Long Yu let out a soft chuckle, as if amused by Jiang You’s clueless words.
Wei Xu looked at Long Yu.
"Let her sit here." Long Yu’s golden eyes were brilliant and dazzling, yet utterly calm. He spoke slowly, "You, pack up and sit somewhere else."
Wei Xu didn’t ask any questions. He lowered his gaze, packed his textbook, and moved to another seat.
But he was clearly aware that his young master’s attitude toward this Miss Jiang was different.
When Jiang You thought about what she had to do next, she felt like dying.
Long Yu thought about what she was about to do to him. He knew she was only doing this because of a mission, and he should have been extremely annoyed. He hated people who approached him with an ulterior motive. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to drive her away. Was there a part of him that was a little excited, a little expectant, for her to harass him as her mission required?
"Miss Jiang, here to fish for me again?" Long Yu turned to look at her, his tone unreadable. "How are you planning to do it this time?"
Jiang You felt a little awkward hearing Long Yu’s words.
’I’m actually here to harass him, not to fish for him!’
’In a moment, I have to touch his hand.’
’If he’s not interested in me, then my actions are just harassment.’
’But if he is interested, then I guess my actions really are fishing for him.’
Long Yu also knew she was about to touch his hand. His large hand, with its long, well-defined fingers, rested lightly on the desk. It had been there the whole time, for reasons unknown.