206: Chapter 206 This scene will be recorded in the school's history!

At this critical moment, Jiang You's arm wrapped around her quite naturally.

"No!! Senior!!"

Lu Xingye, who had been staring fixedly at the screen with his eyes almost glued to the display, felt the fuse labeled "Reason" in his Brain blow completely the moment he saw Qiu Yunan slip.

He let out a Heart-wrenching howl, loud enough to set off every sound-activated light within a three-mile radius.

This severely chuunibyou youth took steps that were practically a teleportation, turning into a pitch-black streak of lightning. Before everyone's eyes, he crashed with a "bang" right under the massive holographic display.

"Don't be afraid! This Master is here to catch you! This is a fated embrace!!"

Lu Xingye closed his eyes, his expression solemn and tragic. He threw his arms wide open and thrust his waist forcefully toward the front side.

He struck a pose so standard it could be written into a textbook: the "Hero Saves Beauty, One-Handed Waist Hug."

His hands were locked in a tight, empty embrace in mid-air. Due to the excessive force, his knuckles were turning white. He even tilted his head with extreme affection, murmuring to the air: "It's okay... I'm here..."

However, reality was cruel.

Inside the massive screen, Jiang You's black combat suit rustled in the wind. He was holding the stunning Thunder Queen in one arm, forming a beautiful composition amidst the sky full of lightning that could serve as a wallpaper.

Meanwhile, beneath the screen, Lu Xingye, dressed in a cool trench coat, was facing the cold screen base, hugging a handful of air, sticking his butt out, and looking deeply affectionate.

"..."

The entire Pool 1 lounge fell into a deathly silence.

The experts from various classes who had been shocked by Jiang You's strength now had their mouths open wide enough to fit three ostrich eggs.

They looked at the "divine couple" on the screen, then at the "purebred competition-grade clown" under the screen, feeling as if all their cringe cells had collectively committed suicide at this moment.

"Click!" A crisp shutter sound broke the silence.

Beside them, Gou Fugui, maintaining a look of extreme shock and dementia, had somehow pulled out a professional DSLR camera. His right hand, like a mechanical arm, snapped over a dozen photos in a row.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This composition, this lighting, this abstract artistic tension."

Gou Fugui twitched the corner of his mouth while staring intensely at Lu Xingye's "affectionate yet stupid" side profile on the camera screen, muttering to himself:

"Old Lu, don't blame your brother for being disloyal. It's just that if I sell this photo to the school newspaper with the title 'On the Self-Cultivation of a Simp,' I can at least recoup half of the five million I lost for my wife fund!"

"This isn't a person; this is a walking ATM!"

On the other side, Senior Ji Youyou, who was leaning on the sofa sipping black tea, also froze in place.

Her alluring peach-blossom eyes were wide open, and the corners of her mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

"Plop." The delicate bone china teacup in her hand fell onto the carpet, splashing black tea everywhere.

"Ruthless... Lu Xingye, this kid is truly ruthless."

Senior Ji Youyou supported her forehead, feeling her temples throbbing. The seductive air she usually used to control the room completely vanished:

"I originally thought Jiang You was bold enough to flirt with the senior inside the monitor, but I didn't expect you, Lu Xingye, to single-handedly drag our entire class to the level of 'Public Enemy of the School plus Top-Tier Moron.'"

"If I say I'm from Class F in the future, people will probably issue me a disability certificate, specifically for intellectual impairment..."

Senior Ji Youyou turned her head, seeing the looks of sympathy and mockery from the experts of other classes, and wished she could take a strong medicine on the spot to disappear right there.

The others from Class F pretended to be unconcerned and quietly dispersed, fearing they would be implicated by Lu Xingye's earth-shattering "performance art" and become the center of everyone's attention.

Hao Yun pretended to look down to study his shoelaces, wishing he could untie and retie them eight hundred times.

Xiang Batian pretended to be suddenly interested in the scenery outside the window, stretching his neck like a giraffe, while secretly glancing from the corner of his eye at his idiotic roommate who was still "affectionately embracing" the air.

Ye Li covered her stomach, grimacing as she shuffled toward the lounge exit, muttering: "No, my stomach suddenly hurts badly. Wuwu, accompany me to the restroom..."

She looked exactly as if she were being chased by a ferocious beast, just wanting to be as far away from this place of trouble as possible.

The entire Class F area instantly went from being somewhat concentrated to sparse, with everyone wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Meanwhile, inside the virtual battlefield.

Jiang You held the soft, fragrant beauty in his arms, his nose lingering with a faint, cool scent of her hair.

Looking at Qiu Yunan—the originally somewhat aloof and mature senior—whose pretty face was now so red it was practically steaming, the scale in Jiang You's Heart labeled "Salted Fish" wavered.

Although he was lazy, he wasn't actually stupid.

He saw the shyness and panic almost overflowing from Qiu Yunan's eyes and naturally understood that the atmosphere had already "exceeded the speed limit."

"Senior, are you standing steady?"

Jiang You's voice was flat and steady; he didn't deliberately lower his voice to sound deep, but instead carried a sense of natural relief.

Qiu Yunan dazedly let out an "Mm," her voice as soft as a mosquito's.

Hearing this, Jiang You released his arm with great restraint and took a small step back, opening up a socially safe distance between them.

He looked down at his black combat suit, soaked by the rain, and patted the water droplets off his cuffs with some heartache, muttering:

"The rain effect in this simulation system is too realistic. It's sticking to me all wet; it feels heavy just standing here."

He looked up at Qiu Yunan, his eyes clear and calm, even carrying a tone of negotiation: "Senior, do you think our match... is considered over?"

"That move just now was indeed quite powerful. It's only because I have thick skin; anyone else would have been lying down already. But with this typhoon and heavy rain, if we keep dragging this out, I'm afraid my old waist will catch a chill."

Qiu Yunan had been mentally concocting various complex scenarios like 'He saved me, does he have feelings for me?' or 'How should I face this junior?' but was instantly pulled back to reality by Jiang You's comment about his "old waist catching a chill."

Looking at Jiang You—who, despite showing astonishing strength, still had a lazy look on his face that clearly said 'I want to get off work early and find a place to crash'—the tension and shyness in her Heart inexplicably dissipated quite a bit.

Qiu Yunan took a deep breath, struggling to calm her wildly beating Heart.

She pushed up her glasses, which had slightly tilted during the battle. A trace of her usual coldness flickered behind the lenses, though the blush on her face couldn't fully fade in such a short time.

"You... you won."

Qiu Yunan turned around, not daring to look into Jiang You's eyes, though her tone became a bit lighter. "Your spirit technique that reverses blood flow is very special; I didn't lose unjustly. But next time, I won't let you get close so easily."

Jiang You acted as if he had been granted amnesty and immediately cupped his hands: "I concede, I concede. Thank you for your mercy, Senior. Anyway, I'll be going first. My head is buzzing from lying in this virtual pod for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clicked the settlement confirmation with extreme efficiency. His figure instantly dissipated into white light, his movements so fast that he was afraid Qiu Yunan would change her mind and drag him into another fight.

[System Judgment: Blue side Qiu Yunan, concedes.]

[Red side Jiang You, wins!]