Chapter 535 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhao Youyue thought, “If I only have dinner with He Weiwei, my other two roommates would be left out, wouldn’t they?”

Thus, she decided to invite the entire dormitory over. Apparently, she had not considered their varying personalities. Yu Xuefei would rather die than share a table with He Weiwei. Zhou Cai simply wanted to get over dinner as soon and possible and get back to her gaming…

Zhou Cai was not yet an otaku, but she was well on her way to being one. Her three years in high school seemed to have been one of prohibitions and taboos. Therefore, upon entering university, she did what she loved voraciously. She had no concern about things such as her interpersonal relationships and social life in university.

He Weiwei was proud to dine with Zhao Youyue. She started imparting her knowledge to Zhao Youyue, “This isn’t a gentle world. A kind girl like you should get to know more about harsh reality, so that you’re able to prevent yourself from getting hurt.”

While the female dormitory had separated itself into numerous factions, the males ate together as a united group. They had chosen to eat at the commercial street opposite campus. That street hosted a variety of restaurants and places for entertainment. Watching a movie after dinner was simply enjoyable.

So what if entry to the dormitories had been closed after a late night’s movie? There were way too many small hotels around. This was how university students lived.

Zhao Youyue and He Weiwei walked as a pair. They bumped into Han Leng and his entourage. Excluding the genius author, the other three were roommates. They shared a dorm with Du Hang, who was unsurprisingly absent from the group. That loner would be more than happy to enjoy dinner alone. He could eat in peace, return to his dorm without any detours; he could write and reflect in peace after that.

He Weiwei wanted nothing more than to initiate a conversation with Han Leng. But his aura was overpowering. She did not have the courage to face it. Little did she know that someone had been responsible for the creation of this aura. A potter had broken him down and remolded him into this dazzling figure today.

He Weiwei said, “I did not expect to be seeing the Han Leng here. He is probably the star of our class. They say that he is some impossibly dense clueless chick magnet… looks like those rumors are not unfounded. Who knows what runs through his mind. He might not consider himself a regular male at this point; you won’t even understand half the things he’ll talk about…”

Just as He Weiwei lamented about the waste of good looks, Zhao Youyue had already stepped up and smiled at Han Leng. “Elite scholar Han, let’s have dinner together?”

He Weiwei could not even bear to look at Zhao Youyue anymore. Why was this foolish girl being so blatantly blunt? Having Han Leng among them would most certainly be good, but wasn’t this asking for him to slap you in the face?

Han Leng’s gang exchanged excited looks, prepared to watch a scene from a soap opera. Earlier on, a passionate and outgoing girl in class had invited Han Leng to dinner. Han Leng had turned her down without a moment’s pause. He had behaved just as rumored – treating girls harshly, doing things that only sealed his “forever alone” fate.

Han Leng looked at Lady Zhao who he had not spoken to for a long time. At that moment, he was troubled. He could not deny, not even to his prideful self, that she was every bit as beautiful and as amazing as the world could create. Everything about her sent every cell in his body into a frenzy. She was just like the girl in his fantasies, the girl he breathed ink into and gave her life…

Writers always created their ideal female characters, fulfilling the ultimate desires of their hearts. These girls in their fantasies would be unmatched – reality would never be able to come up with an answer to them. Even so, Zhao Youyue had always haunted him mysteriously —— she had traveled from another world, across another dimension to meet him – the girl in his fantasies.

Before Han Leng could speak, He Weiwei scurried forth. “Sorry to bother you,” was just at the tip of her tongue. Her mind was already working on the next step. She would turn around and chastise Zhao Youyue once again. Such behavior only asked for trouble. Han Leng was basically the unofficial synonym for ‘unapproachable,’ but that naive girl was doing anything but that. This was a disaster!