Chapter 48 Cute Boy's Reaction, School Beauty's Teasing

The three of them chimed in, all waiting for Xia Wanrou to be sad or angry, but the next second, Xia Wanrou's reaction left them completely bewildered.

Xia Wanrou stared at the photo on her phone, her eyes sparkling, her tone full of pride, without a hint of displeasure:

"Wow, Lin Chen is actually so charming!"

"I've heard that Chen Qian has incredibly high standards,"

"Average guys can't even catch her eye, yet she's actually willing to dance with Lin Chen!"

She held her phone, the smile on her lips impossible to hide:

"As expected of the boy I like, so outstanding,"

"It just goes to show that my taste is also super good!"

The dormitory instantly fell silent.

The three girls looked at each other.

The comforting words they had prepared were stuck in their throats.

Instead, they were the ones who felt awkward.

So they had been worrying for nothing; not only was she not angry, she was even proud of it?

On the school forum, the gossip reached a climax.

Someone even filmed and uploaded a video of Lin Chen's clumsy dance steps, with the caption, "Major social death scene: The campus belle is actually dancing with a novice."

Before this, Lin Chen was just a legend who "made a bet with teachers and classmates and was handsome."

Many people had only heard his name but never seen the person, but after tonight's turmoil, his appearance and figure became known to countless people, and overnight, he became the focus of the entire school's discussion.

He was trending towards becoming the most popular Freshman at Xingcheng University.

The initial comments on the forum were mostly criticisms from boys filled with jealousy and envy:

"Damn it, I heard he's very close with Xia Wanrou in class,"

"Xia Wanrou is so pretty, yet he's still hitting on Chen Qian?"

"He's definitely two-timing!"

"What a scumbag!"

"Why does he get the attention of two great beauties at the same time?"

"I'm not convinced!"

But before long, the comments gradually changed, and more and more girls began to speak up, completely reversing the tone:

"To be fair, Lin Chen is truly handsome,"

"His brows and eyes are sharp yet a bit cold; he actually looks quite compatible standing with Chen Qian!"

"Agreed!"

"And he dared to go on stage despite his clumsy dance steps; you can tell he doesn't have stage fright,"

"He's much better than those pretentious guys!"

"Help!"

"I suddenly think Lin Chen is so charming; I wish he were my boyfriend!"

"I only heard his grades were good before, I didn't expect him to look this amazing; I'm a fan, I'm a fan!"

Meanwhile, in the center of the dance floor, Lin Chen was completely unaware of the turmoil outside, just trying his best to keep up with Chen Qian's rhythm, whispering:

"Sorry, my dance steps aren't very skilled; I've wronged you."

Chen Qian smiled and shook her head:

"It's okay, take your time,"

"You're learning very quickly."

Under the sparkling lights, the atmosphere was fully charged.

Hiding in the corner of the hall, Wang Hao kept refreshing the comments on the forum and the class group chat, his expression growing uglier by the minute.

He had originally wanted to take revenge on Lin Chen, to make him hated by Xia Wanrou and criticized by the whole school, but he never expected that in the end, he had actually helped Lin Chen gain a wave of fans and made him completely famous?

As he was gnashing his teeth, a few more messages popped up in the class group chat, sent by the girl who shared a dorm with Xia Wanrou.

She had specially recorded a few seconds of Xia Wanrou speaking and complained about how she had worried for nothing:

"Guys, who understands!"

"We all thought Wanrou was going to cry,"

"But she actually praised Lin Chen for being charming and said her taste was good!"

She even attached a helpless meme at the end.

Wang Hao's fingers clenched tightly.

The phone case was almost deformed from his grip.

Even his breathing became heavy.

Those messages pierced his heart like needles, making him feel even worse than seeing the girls on the forum praising Lin Chen.

He had meticulously planned this whole thing, the core of which was hoping that Xia Wanrou would detest Lin Chen.

Yet in the end, not only was Xia Wanrou not angry, she actually approved of Lin Chen even more?

All his previous attempts to show favor had fallen into a bottomless pit.

He had tried his best to shake Lin Chen's position in Xia Wanrou's heart, but in the end, he only became a joke that highlighted the bond between the two.

A heavy sense of helplessness and frustration instantly drowned him.

Jealousy wrapped around his heart like vines, making him unable to breathe, yet he was helpless.

He could only watch as his plans completely fell through, even helping his opponent in the process.

He kicked the trash can next to him hard, making a dull thud that drew a few sideways glances.

He could only lower his head in embarrassment, the resentment in his eyes mixed with a bit of desperate dejection.

In contrast, in the center of the dance floor, Lin Chen remained unaffected.

The surrounding curiosity, inquiry, and admiring gazes seemed to have become mere background noise.

His expression remained cold, his brows and eyes without a ripple, all his attention focused on keeping up with Chen Qian's dance steps.

The two were extremely close, the faint floral scent of Chen Qian lingering at the tip of his nose.

Her eye-catching F-cup curves were within arm's reach.

The cleavage at her neckline was clearly visible.

Any other boy would likely find it hard not to stare.

Let alone maintain a sense of propriety.

But Lin Chen did not.

His fingertips rested steadily on Chen Qian's waist, with moderate pressure, always staying against her clothing, without the slightest bit of intimate groping.

He was neither stiff from deliberate avoidance nor would he ever cross the line; his sense of propriety was perfectly managed.

His gaze either fell on their clasped hands or looked straight at Chen Qian's brows and eyes.

He didn't glance at her chest once the entire time; that calmness and restraint were exceptionally striking.

All of this was clearly seen by Chen Qian.

She was long accustomed to the gazes of the opposite sex and knew well that her appearance and figure were her greatest assets.

When ordinary boys saw her, the first thing they would be attracted to was her face.

The second thing would inevitably be an instinctive glance at the massive protrusions on her chest.

The admiration and covetousness in their eyes could not be hidden.

But Lin Chen's reaction completely exceeded her expectations.

"He can actually remain unmoved in the face of such a chest?"

Chen Qian secretly wondered, her fingertips subconsciously tightening slightly, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"Does he not like women?"

"But looking at his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone who avoids women."

She had always been deeply confident in her charm.

From childhood to now, as long as she was willing, no boy could resist her attraction.

But today, Lin Chen's complete indifference made her doubt her charm for the first time.

An inexplicable sense of competitiveness and pride welled up in her heart, and the thought of not wanting to lose grew wildly in her mind:

"I don't believe that any man can really be this calm and composed when facing me."

Suppressing the thoughts in her heart, Chen Qian curled her lips into a playful smile and took the initiative to tease, her tone carrying a bit of probing:

"You don't seem to care at all that others are watching us?"

"The whole school is probably discussing you right now."

Lin Chen heard this and just nodded slightly, his tone so flat it didn't have a single fluctuation.

There was no trace of pride from being the talk of the school, nor was there any defense against being misunderstood by surrounding classmates as "two-timing."

He remained in his cold, distant manner:

"Unimportant people, unimportant words, there's no need to take them to heart."

As his words fell, he slightly adjusted his pace.

His steps were a bit more fluid than before, and a bit of seriousness was added to his cold brows and eyes.

The sense of distance around him hadn't diminished in the slightest; he was still not swept up by the surrounding noise and discussion.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Chen Qian simply escalated her probing, leaning in a bit closer.

Her warm breath almost brushed against Lin Chen's ear, her tone carrying a bit of provocation and teasing:

"Not only do you not care about other people's discussions, but you also don't seem to have much excitement or nervousness regarding my appearance and figure."

She paused, a flash of mischief in her eyes, and added,

"If anyone else could dance with me, I bet their eyes wouldn't be as honest as yours, and their hands wouldn't be so excessively steady."

Lin Chen's movements paused for half a second, and he also responded with a smile,

"You're teasing me!"