“Wen Yang! What do we do? What do we do?”

Ning Chu paced back and forth on the dormitory balcony, speaking incessantly. “Shaoqing confessed to her before, and she turned him down. Now she’s got a boyfriend! What are we going to do?”

Wen Yang, not understanding why Ning Chu was so agitated, leaned against the balcony railing with his arms crossed and asked, “Isn’t unrequited love pretty normal? Considering it’s probably Shaoqing’s first love, it’s even more understandable, right? Why are you more anxious than him?”

Ning Chu halted his steps, opened his mouth, and found an excuse, “I’m worried he’ll be heartbroken.”

“There are always going to be moments like these; it’s a part of growing up.”

“But…” Ning Chu continued to pace, and after a few seconds, a bad idea struck him, “How about we beat that guy up?! Force him to break up with Ling Ling?”

Ling Ling being in a relationship was one thing, but if she had already slept with the guy, Shaoqing might lose it completely.

This guy usually had a good attitude; even when he treated friends to drinks at the bar one day and Ning Chu stabbed him in the back the next day, he didn’t mind too much.

But when it came to his controlling family and Ling Ling, just mentioning them made Shaoqing’s face darken as if he was ready to hit someone at any moment.

“How can you just go around beating people up?” Wen Yang said, half-amused and half-serious. “You won’t solve anything that way. It’s better to tell Shaoqing and let him handle it himself.”

Let Shaoqing handle it himself?

Ning Chu remembered the first plot scene where Shaoqing appeared in the book: he drugged an unsuspecting Ling Ling under the guise of friendship and tamed her.

That definitely won’t do!

If this reckless rich kid actually became a criminal who deserved to be shot…

Surprisingly, Ning Chu’s first thought wasn’t about his own safety in the plot but rather a deep sadness for Shaoqing’s potential descent into darkness.

“Ning Chu! Wen Yang! Want some milk tea? Chip in for the delivery?”

The balcony door was suddenly pushed open. Zhang Shaoqing, having taken off his headphones, peeked out at the balcony. “What are you two chatting about so happily? Come join us!”

“…”

“How much coffee did you have this morning? And now you want milk tea in the afternoon?” Wen Yang walked into the room. “Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?”

“Fat my ass, I have six-pack abs!”

Ning Chu quickly followed Wen Yang inside and whispered, “Don’t tell him yet.”

“I know.”

The air conditioning was set to twenty-six degrees, but the room still felt a bit stuffy.

Ning Chu, sitting back at his computer, was worried about Shaoqing turning to the dark side.

He looked around for the air conditioner remote and found it on Shaoqing’s desk. “Shaoqing, turn the air conditioning down a bit!”

“Twenty-six degrees is the most energy-efficient. Why lower it?”

This rich kid was lavish when it came to treating people, but he always found strange places to save money in his daily life.

Savings on delivery discounts, electricity bills… The money he saved in a month wasn’t even enough for Shaoqing’s occasional nice meal.

Thinking about how Shaoqing’s childhood sweetheart was now with someone else, Ning Chu didn’t want to argue.

He sighed sympathetically, turned on his computer, and logged into the game.

“Log in and invite me!”

“I’m definitely winning a match for you today! I don’t believe I can’t do it! Wen Yang! Hurry up!”

Ning Chu wasn’t very interested in gaming, but since they were on holiday and not working part-time, there was nothing else to do.