“Eh? Where’d she go?” Huo Fanjin looked around the dorm.
Gone already?
Jiang Fuyue didn’t seem surprised. After just one glance, she withdrew her gaze and stepped out onto the balcony with her phone.
At that moment, Cen Qiaoqiao came back, tossed her textbook aside, and went straight for the snacks.
“Here, want some?”
Huo Fanjin reached for a piece. “Cucumber flavor?”
“Nope. Lime.”
“Yu Kaixin’s bed is empty. Do you know what’s going on?”
Cen Qiaoqiao made an “oh” sound. “She told me this morning she wanted to change dorms. Didn’t expect her to act so fast…”
Huo Fanjin frowned. “Does the school even allow random dorm changes?”
“Probably not.”
“Then how did she…”
“But you can swap, as long as both parties agree and the other roommates don’t object. You just register it with the dorm supervisor, and it’s fine.”
Huo Fanjin: “How do you know that?”
Cen Qiaoqiao: “The academic affairs teacher said so during the opening ceremony!”
“Weren’t you sneaking snacks down there?”
“Yeah, but that chocolate bar you recommended was so good, way better than the brand I used to like…”
Huo Fanjin twitched her lips. Is that really the main point here? “You were snacking and still heard all that?”
“Huh? Weren’t you?” Princess Cen blinked at her, wide-eyed and innocent.
Huo Fanjin: “…”
“I can even draw a circle with my left hand and a square with my right. Just like Guo Jing from The Legend of the Condor Heroes and Xiao Longnu from Return of the Condor Heroes.”
Huo Fanjin: “…”
“Little Jinjin, if I got transmigrated into those novels, don’t you think I could be a martial arts master too?”
“…”
And just like that, Yu Kaixin moved out.
Her bed was left empty.
Before sleeping, Huo Fanjin muttered, “If no one takes it tomorrow, I’m really turning it into a storage pile…”
She had even more stuff than Jiang Fuyue, just her clothes filled five large suitcases. The closet couldn’t hold them, so she dumped them all on the bed.
As a result, her sleeping space shrank, and after just one night, her back and waist were aching.
…..
The next morning, they had class. Jiang Fuyue got up early to wash up.
Usually, Huo Fanjin would stay in bed, but hearing the noise, she suddenly sat up. “What time is it? Are we going to class?”
Jiang Fuyue glanced at her watch. “Still early. It’s eight-ten. Class starts in an hour. I’m going for a run on the track, want to come?”
Huo Fanjin yawned, but her eyes lit up. “Sure!”
“Five minutes.”
When Jiang Fuyue said five minutes, she meant exactly five minutes. As soon as time was up, she left without waiting.
Huo Fanjin swore she had never gotten out of bed, changed, and washed up so fast in her life.
“I’m just putting on my sneakers! Wait for me—!”
D*mn! She hadn’t even tied her laces before dashing after her.
……
When the two finished their run, Huo Fanjin was panting and drenched in sweat, while Jiang Fuyue looked perfectly calm and refreshed.
“Let’s go,” Jiang Fuyue said.
“Huh? Go where?”
“Back to the dorm.”
“…Oh.”
The excitement Huo Fanjin had when they left was gone by the time they returned.
Cen Qiaoqiao, who was in a different major, had already gone to her first class by then.
“What the, someone’s here?”
Huo Fanjin pushed the dorm door gently, it swung open.
On Yu Kaixin’s old bed, a girl was bending over, spreading out sheets.
Hearing the door, she turned her head.
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow.
Huo Fanjin walked up. “You’re the one who swapped with Yu Kaixin?”
“Mm. Hello, I’m Liu Sisi.”
Huo Fanjin studied her. “Have we… met before? You look kind of familiar.”
“We have. I’m in the same class as Sister Yue, you came to our class once as an exchange student.”
“Ohhh—” Huo Fanjin suddenly remembered. “Got it. What’s your major?”
“Math. But I’ve already applied to transfer into the Peiya Class. I’ll start tomorrow with you guys.”
“That’s great!” Huo Fanjin immediately took a liking to this new roommate, Liu Sisi.
She couldn’t explain why, but she just felt different, more pleasant than Yu Kaixin.
“Sister Yue…” Liu Sisi called softly.
Jiang Fuyue smiled faintly. “Welcome to Dorm 4–3.”
“Thanks.” Liu Sisi smiled back.
When Cen Qiaoqiao returned, she and Liu Sisi introduced themselves, swapped snacks, and quickly hit it off.
Cen Qiaoqiao sighed, “You guys are all in the Peiya Class now. I wanna transfer too…”
And the next day, the four of them really did go to Peiya Class together.
Huo Fanjin was belatedly confused. “Since when was it this easy to change majors at Ming University?”
She’d needed family connections to get hers approved.
So for Liu Sisi and Cen Qiaoqiao to manage it…
Yeah, none of them were simple people.
Peiya Class was as noisy and restless as ever that day.
Jiang Fuyue and the others found seats and sat down, slightly toward the front for better hearing.
In this class, the back rows were prime territory, usually reserved for people others called “boss.”
For example, yesterday Zhou Jingze had been sitting in the very last row.
The front rows? Everyone avoided them if they could. As long as there was space farther back, no one would choose to sit up front.
So, the four of them instantly stood out as oddballs.
Many glances, some subtle, some not, drifted toward them.
Huo Fanjin frowned. “Why do the students here jump around like grasshoppers?”
Liu Sisi, being more alert to her surroundings, quickly noticed the stares and frowned. “And these grasshoppers really like staring at people.”
“Grasshoppers?” Cen Qiaoqiao, who was licking a lollipop, suddenly looked up nervously, face pale. “Where? I hate bugs…”
Huo Fanjin teased, “Right there, all around us.”
“Wha—?” Cen Qiaoqiao was on the verge of tears, scooting closer to Jiang Fuyue for protection.
She looked so timid and cute that Huo Fanjin couldn’t resist squeezing her chubby cheek.
Cen Qiaoqiao: “!”
She immediately looked at Huo Fanjin like she was some kind of p*rvert. “You—”
“What about me?” Huo Fanjin stretched her arms and rested them on the back of Cen Qiaoqiao’s chair. From a distance, it looked like she was hugging her.
Which only made her look more like a hooligan.
Cen Qiaoqiao instinctively leaned closer to Jiang Fuyue, pouting as she whined, “Sister Yue, look at her!”
Cen Qiaoqiao might have been a little ditzy, a little slow to react, but she wasn’t stupid.
In just a few days, she’d realized Jiang Fuyue had a natural authority over Huo Fanjin.
Even their new roommate, Liu Sisi, seemed the same.
So, of course, she went straight to Jiang Fuyue for backup.
And sure enough, with just a light glance from Jiang Fuyue, Huo Fanjin quietly withdrew her hand.
Cen Qiaoqiao suddenly understood a truth of life: Talking well, doing well, none of that matters as much as holding onto a thick thigh.
The thicker the thigh, the safer you are.
From that point on, Princess Cen embarked on the never-ending path of “hugging the big thigh.”
Soon, the class bell rang, and a male teacher walked onto the podium.
Whether he’d learned a lesson from yesterday’s teacher or for some other reason, he didn’t even bother opening the roll call.
Attendance? Doesn’t exist.
He just opened his PPT and began lecturing calmly.
Didn’t matter whether anyone was listening, he just focused on teaching his material.
Only when the noise below got too loud, or someone scraped a desk across the floor, would he glance up briefly.
But he never scolded anyone.
He was the embodiment of “moderation” and “keeping one’s head down.”
Jiang Fuyue listened carefully and found that the teacher was actually knowledgeable, often guiding students to think from an academic perspective.
Though few students were actually listening, let alone thinking.
Even so, he didn’t slack off or fake his way through it.
Standing on the podium, Wang Kequan was fully immersed in the lesson.
He loved teaching, loved the platform. Every successful class gave him a deep sense of fulfillment.
Even if no one listened, he could still teach with enthusiasm.
“…Has anyone heard of the Poincaré Conjecture?” he asked, mid-lecture, blurting it out instinctively—
Then realized right after…
No one was going to answer.
Just as he was about to smooth things over and reveal the answer himself, a clear voice suddenly rang out from below—
“Any simply connected, closed three-dimensional manifold is homeomorphic to a three-dimensional sphere.”
Professor Wang Kequan froze for a second, then followed the voice with his eyes, his gaze lit up. “This student, could you please stand up and say that again?”
Jiang Fuyue did not hesitate. She stood up calmly and spoke:
“To put it simply, the Poincaré Conjecture says that a closed three-dimensional manifold is a three-dimensional space without boundary. ‘Simply connected’ means that every closed curve in this space can be continuously shrunk down to a single point. Or in other words, if every closed curve in a closed three-dimensional space can be contracted to a point, then that space must be a three-dimensional sphere.”
The moment she stood up, every pair of eyes in the room focused on her.
Wang Kequan’s face was filled with excitement, like he had suddenly found a nugget of gold in a pile of mud. Joy and relief didn’t even begin to describe what he felt inside.
Huo Fanjin quietly gave a thumbs-up. As expected of Sister Yue, she can slay anywhere.
Cen Qiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled with admiration. Ah, the thigh I’m holding onto just got thicker. So happy~
In contrast, Liu Sisi remained the calmest of them all. Beneath that calm was a kind of composure and certainty like she had already foreseen this. As if it would’ve been strange not for Jiang Fuyue to do something impressive.
The rest of the class, however, wasn’t as kind—
“Oh my god! Someone actually answered the teacher’s question in class—who even does that?”
“What is this, elementary school? Raising your hand to answer questions?”
“Hahaha… this is hilarious.”
“Secondhand embarrassment level: maximum.”
“My toes just dug a three-bedroom apartment for her, soon it’ll be a whole villa.”
“So cringey. Nobody acts like this anymore.”
The mocking came in waves and loud enough for Jiang Fuyue to hear.
She didn’t react at all.
Wang Kequan asked her a few more specialized questions; she answered them one by one, patient and precise. By the time the bell rang, the professor still seemed reluctant to end the conversation.
“You’re excellent,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“Jiang Fuyue.”
The name struck him with a jolt of familiarity and then, a second later, his pupils widened.
Wasn’t she that student who scored full marks on the college entrance exam, yet chose to enroll at Ming University?!
No wonder.
No wonder she was this capable.
“You have a great academic mindset. I’m preparing a research project still in its early phase, but it’s already filed online. You can take a look, and if you’re interested, call me. I’ll bring you into the group.”
He left her his phone number and departed, still looking pleased.
“Tsk tsk, unbelievable. She answered a few questions and walked away with the teacher’s number. Everyone, take notes.”
“Come on, she got that because she’s pretty and has a nice figure.”
“If she’s so amazing, why didn’t she go to a top university instead of showing off here at Ming?”
“That’s called academic thinking? What a joke.”
“What is this, a drama scene? Pretending to be a genius just to make everyone else uncomfortable.”
Huo Fanjin finally had enough. She slammed her palm on the desk—bang! “Shut up already! You people are so d*mn annoying!”
Beside her, Liu Sisi slowly unclenched the fists she had been holding tight.
“Who the hell are you?” someone snapped. “What’s it to you what we say?”
“You’re being noisy,” Huo Fanjin said flatly. “That’s my problem.”
“Then get lost!”
“Heh.” Huo Fanjin sneered, her tone turning sharp and dangerous. “You’re telling me to get lost? You even got eyes in that head?”
Her arrogance was palpable.
The other student faltered, suddenly unsure.
Then another leaned in and whispered something, the words “Huo family of the Imperial Capital” faintly audible.
Instantly, the boy’s expression changed. “I—I’m not gonna argue with a woman!” he stammered, before bolting out of the room.
As fierce as he had been earlier, now he was equally cowardly.
Huo Fanjin curled her lip. “Another bully who only picks easy targets.”
Jiang Fuyue slung her bag over her shoulder. “Let’s go.”
….
On the way to the cafeteria, they ran into Yu Kaixin.
She froze mid-step, eyes widening like she’d seen a ghost.
Huo Fanjin was just about to say hi when Yu Kaixin spun around and hurried off, not giving her the chance.
“What’s with her? We’re not roommates anymore, but no need to act like that.”
Cen Qiaoqiao shook her head. “No idea…”
Jiang Fuyue had never cared about Yu Kaixin in the first place, so her reaction was minimal. Only Liu Sisi’s eyes flickered briefly before returning to calm.
After lunch, Huo Fanjin decided to stop by the supermarket.
Cen Qiaoqiao’s snacks had run out. “I’ll come with you!”
So Jiang Fuyue and Liu Sisi headed back to the dorm together.
Halfway there, a boy suddenly dashed out and blocked their path.
“Jiang Fuyue, right?”
He was tall and handsome, with a cocky smirk and a kind of wild charm. Also from Peiya Class, Jiang Fuyue remembered his face.
“Do you need something?”
“You’re really pretty,” he said, flashing a grin. “Be my girlfriend.”
He produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back, like a magician revealing a trick and in the middle of the bouquet sat a T-brand bracelet worth five figures.
A few boys were watching from a distance, whispering—
“Think Young Master Yan will pull it off? That Jiang Fuyue looks tough.”
“How tough can she be? Young Master Yan’s face alone wins half the battle. Add roses and jewelry, no girl can resist that.”
“Exactly! When Young Master Yan makes a move, victory’s guaranteed.”
“Get the camera ready, we need solid proof. If Chu Qingheng’s crew loses the bet, they’ll try to weasel out.”
“Relax, I brought an invisible drone. Ground and aerial footage, both angles covered.”
“Nice one, Haozi!”
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue’s calm gaze fell on Li Yan.
No matter how sincere he tried to look, the arrogance between his brows and the smugness in his smile gave it all away; this wasn’t a confession. It was a setup.
“What’s the wager?” she asked suddenly.
He froze. “…What?”
“You confessed to me as part of a bet, right? What’s the stake?” she repeated.
Li Yan’s eyes flickered. He feigned confusion. “What are you talking about? There’s no bet. Just take the flowers, and this bracelet, it’ll look great on you.”
Jiang Fuyue smiled faintly, arms crossed. “Playing childish games like this? Even elementary kids have moved on. You guys…” She paused. “Aren’t you a bit behind the times?”
His face darkened, though he still forced a grin. “I really like you…”
But even he didn’t believe himself.
When a hint of mockery curled her lips, he dropped the act. His tone turned sharp. “You’d better just take the flowers and say yes, or—”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make sure you can’t show your face in Ming University again!” His handsome face twisted into something mean and ugly.
Jiang Fuyue tilted her head, unbothered. “Tch. How ugly.”
“…What?!”
“Ugly,” she repeated matter-of-factly.
Li Yan was stunned. In all his life, pampered, admired, no one had ever called him ugly.
Until now.
“You… are something else.”
“Thank you,” Jiang Fuyue said politely.
He nearly choked.
Not far away, the onlookers whispered—
“What’s taking so long?”
“Maybe it’s working?”
“Show the drone footage!”
“Wait, I’m syncing it now—oh! Got it!”
“Turn on live broadcast, let Chu Qingheng’s crew watch in real time. No way they can deny it after this.”
“Uh, what if Young Master Yan fails…?”
“Don’t jinx it! Young Master Yan never loses. The more viewers, the better!”
At that moment—
Li Yan’s expression turned stormy. “So you’re not accepting it?”
“No.” Her tone was even, her face calm.
“Heh.” His sneer deepened. “Then too bad for you. You’ll take it whether you want to or not!”
“Is that so?” she said quietly, taking a small step back. “Then I really won’t.”
“Don’t blame me for being rough!” he snarled and lunged forward.
Jiang Fuyue gave Liu Sisi a small nod.
A second later—thud!
Before Li Yan even realized what had happened, Liu Sisi had flipped him clean over her shoulder and slammed him to the ground.
She had wanted to do that from the moment he appeared with those roses. If not for Sister Yue’s subtle warning to hold back, her fist would’ve already landed on his face.
Trash like this dares to covet the moon?
Li Yan lay there, dazed, his mind blank—
Who am I? Where am I?
Liu Sisi looked down at him from above, her expression cold and disdainful. “Threaten Sister Yue? You’re not even qualified.”
Then she turned her gaze toward the boys hiding in the distance.
Their spines went rigid under her icy stare.
Jiang Fuyue glanced around without much emotion, then looked down at the crushed roses beneath her feet. “Let’s go.”
Liu Sisi followed.
And all of it, every second, was captured crystal clear by the drone and streamed live.
“Hahahaha! Li Yan just got wrecked!”
“Oh my god, this is gold! Someone upload it to the campus forum—this is too good to keep private!”
“Those aren’t flower petals, that’s Li Yan’s pride scattered all over the ground!”
“What a scene! That girl—Jiang something?”
“Jiang Fuyue!”
“Yeah, her! And she’s got a bodyguard-level roommate too? This is better than any movie!”
Across campus—
“Young Master Chu?”
Chu Qingheng had been laughing too, the corners of his mouth still curved slightly upward. Handsome, pale, refined.
He said lazily, “Such an amusing video, how could I keep it to myself? Set it to HD and send it to Li Chen.”
