“Arrogant! Conceited! Shameless!” Fang Liuliu threw her phone down, then kicked over her suitcase, but still wasn’t satisfied.
Finally, she tore the sheets and duvet covers off the bed and threw them on the floor, only then feeling a bit better.
She picked up her phone and called Liu Kaiyan.
It rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Her briefly calmed anger flared up again: “Everyone is bullying me! Everyone’s against me!”
She called Fang Ye next, but was immediately hung up on; calling again, the phone was off.
Fang Liuliu felt like she was about to explode with rage.
At that moment, she felt utterly isolated and abandoned by the whole world.
Suddenly, she thought of something. Opening her contacts, she found a certain number and dialed.
This time, the call was answered quickly—
Fang Liuliu’s voice quivered with tears: “Grandpa, it’s me…”
Unaware of how lively the group chat was, and unaware she had been quietly resented by Jiang Fuyue, Jiang was at that moment bent over her problems in her room.
Originally, she had no need for last-minute prep, but unable to resist Tan Jiaxu and Chen Cheng’s persistent nagging, they insisted she make some predictions.
Here’s a close-to-source English translation of your passage:
Chen Cheng: “Just bet randomly, point at anything—Sister Yue’s hands are golden hands~”
Tan Jiaxu mocked him for acting like a lackey, but the next moment leaned over himself: “Sister Yue, just a tiny, tiny bet, okay? If you place one, then we’ll feel at ease—we can even sleep better.”
Chen Cheng nodded frantically: “Mm-hm!”
Ling Xuan, on the other hand, didn’t care much, but: “Whichever ones you bet on, let me know too.”
“……” Hypocritical.
Xu Jing, having gotten word from who-knows-where that Jiang Fuyue was going to make predictions, came running in, clattering footsteps: “Has it started yet?! I want to see!”
Everyone: “……”
So who’s the teacher here, and who’s the student?!
Xu Jing rubbed his nose: whoever’s stronger is the teacher. Any objections?
Everyone: “……” Among teachers, you’re the “most shameless” one, no doubt.
And just like that, Jiang Fuyue was entrusted with the heavy task—predicting exam questions!
At first, the four of them crowded around, staring at her, their gazes burning hotter and hotter.
Imagine four hungry wolves, green light in their eyes, circling a plate of pork belly.
No one dared move, but drool was streaming.
In the end, Jiang Fuyue really couldn’t stand it, and ordered them all back to their rooms. She picked the questions, wrote out the detailed solutions, then took pictures and sent them to the small group chat.
Only then did the four reluctantly leave, glancing back at every step.
Jiang Fuyue: “……”
Chen Cheng, last out, closed the door behind him, then couldn’t resist pulling out his phone: “Huh? Why’s the big group so lively? Holy crap—I see Sister Yue’s name!”
Tan Jiaxu: “I saw it too…”
Ling Xuan smirked: “Should we hype her up?”
Chen Cheng and Tan Jiaxu nodded madly.
Chen Cheng: 【Sister Yue is the light of Linhuai! Eternal goddess!】
Tan Jiaxu: 【Trust Sister Yue, gain eternal life. Exam master, study god, prediction queen—thank you!】
“Huh? Senior Ling, why aren’t you posting anything?”
Wasn’t he the one who suggested hyping her?
Ling Xuan thought a moment: 【Who doesn’t love Jiang Fuyue?】
The unspoken meaning: everyone does. Including me.
Unfortunately, this line was buried under a flood of rainbow farts, completely unremarkable.
Sure enough, even if Chen Cheng and Tan Jiaxu saw it, they didn’t think too much of it.
Ling Xuan curved his lips. This was fine.
No one else needed to confirm it—his own heart was clear.
Back then, when Jiang Fuyue was still unknown, he’d had a chance.
That girl standing before him, face nervous, trembling hands holding out a love letter… if he had shown her even a little kindness, things between them might not have ended up so lukewarm and indifferent.
It was his miss, back then.
Now, he couldn’t afford to miss again.
Maybe there was still room to make amends, another chance to fight for her?
Even though her cool detachment toward everyone alike pricked him each time, she hadn’t rejected his presence, had she?
At least they were still friends, teammates, classmates.
At least they were still young.
The future was so long, so far—who knew what might happen?
Maybe, just maybe, he really could end up with Jiang Fuyue, walk with her through life.
As long as he persevered, a little more patient, a little more steadfast—one day…
Half an hour later, Jiang Fuyue photographed the selected questions with full solutions and sent them to the small group.
Then she grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash up.
When she came out, she turned off the lights, lay on the bed, and began coaxing herself to sleep.
Suddenly, her phone rang…
Probably news from Niu Rui. Without checking the caller ID, she picked up right away: “You found it?”
A pause on the other end, then a deep, magnetic male voice: “Found what?”
Xie Dingyuan!
Jiang Fuyue’s eyes snapped open. “Why is it you?”
“Who else would it be?”
“……”
“Or… who were you hoping for?”
Jiang Fuyue coughed lightly. “Well… it’s late. Do you need something?”
“Exactly—it’s late. Who are you waiting for a call from, hmm?”
Jiang Fuyue: “……”
So this topic wasn’t going away, was it?!
Luckily, the man had a sense of measure and didn’t press further.
“Are you comfortable at the hotel?” he asked.
“It’s fine.” Except for the two mice that broke in.
“After the contest, I’ll take you around the Imperial Capital.”
Jiang Fuyue raised a brow. “Aren’t you in Linhuai?”
“I’ll be going over the day after tomorrow. Cough… on business.”
Jiang Fuyue was skeptical.
On business? That coincidental?
But she didn’t call him out.
If she did, Xie Dingyuan might just throw caution to the wind and dump all his feelings on her in one go. Then how was she supposed to respond?
Jiang-the-straight-girl-Fuyue thought, just imagining it made her toes curl so hard she could probably dig out a castle on the spot.
Neither of them was particularly good at chatting.
They ran out of things to say quickly.
But it didn’t feel awkward—just holding the phones, listening to each other’s breathing for almost a minute.
Awkwardly dumb, but not stupid either.
Clearly one a research giant, the other a genius girl—neither of them fools.
Xie Dingyuan: “Then rest early.”
“Alright.”
“Good night, Yueyue.”
When the call ended, Jiang Fuyue set her phone aside, but that “Good night, Yueyue” still echoed in her ears.
Who told him he could call her that?
Who gave him permission?
Jiang Fuyue suddenly yanked the blanket up and covered her head—
Sleep!
She slept soundly, dreamless, until morning.
The next day after breakfast, all the finalists gathered under their teachers’ guidance at the K University athletic field across from the hotel.
It was K University’s first time hosting the CMO, so they were taking it seriously. Volunteers welcomed them at the gate, the campus was specially decorated, and a red banner hung at the entrance—
Welcome to all contestants of the XXth Olympiad Mathematics Competition Winter Camp (CMO)!
The opening ceremony was held in K University’s academic lecture hall.
First, Competition Committee Director Zang Xianyong gave a speech, then the hosting university leaders, and finally—
“Let’s invite the student representative, Jiang Fuyue, to the stage to speak!”
That day, Jiang Fuyue wore a white turtleneck wool sweater (a gift from Han Yunru), paired with a camel-colored coat, and black ankle boots.
On clothing alone, she wasn’t too different from most of the girls present. Winter wear was all sweaters, coats, and boots.
But her figure was simply too outstanding.
At 175 centimeters tall—yes, Jiang Fuyue had grown taller. At the school physical exam at the end of term, her height had gone from 173 to 175.
Her legs were longer, her waist slimmer, her aura stronger.
Even the female doctor who was filling out her data couldn’t resist glancing up at her twice.
“Oh my god, Sister Yue’s legs are even better in real life than in the videos!”
“They say when God created people, he took a bite of every apple—so smart ones had no looks, pretty ones lacked brains. But clearly, he skipped her, right? Damn it, God, you’re biased!”
“I’m so jealous!”
“Those legs could walk a runway, but they’re just walking to the podium—don’t you think that’s a waste?”
“Why is everyone staring at her legs? Am I the only one who can’t move my eyes off her face? She’s just too, too beautiful!”
“Sis, you’re not alone, I’m with you.”
“So this is what they mean by immortal beauty—one more point would be too much.”
“Finally understand the face-fans. This is a beauty strike, critical hit!”
“Give me a photo of Sister Yue—I could lick it for thousands of years.”
“Ahem! We’re girls, we should be reserved… Damn it! Why don’t I have this photo? Send it to me! Send it now!”
“……” So much for being reserved.
