107: Chapter 107 I Like Straightforward Girls

The next day.

Computer Science Class 1 continued their military training under the scorching sun. Shen Weiyue was not very happy because the instructor had designated him as a pacesetter.

A so-called pacesetter is the guide soldier at the very front of the formation.

When the school-wide drill performance comes around, he will have to walk at the very front of the Computer Science Class 1 formation.

This was not the kind of spotlight he wanted.

Furthermore, the other pacesetter alongside him was An Lan from the girls' side.

The instructor said that there would be one boy and one girl, and the two of them had the most standard movements.

Believe it or not, even though Shen Weiyue had intentionally made his movements less standard, there were still people in the class who couldn't even walk in sync.

Of course, the person least happy about this was Qi Hui.

This idiot actually went to ask An Lan for sunscreen again, and he even successfully scored a whole tube of it.

As for how he succeeded, Shen Weiyue, his "adopted father," couldn't wash his hands of it.

At the time, An Lan had said as usual that Qi Hui was dark and didn't need to wear sunscreen.

This idiot had said righteously: "An Lan, I understand now. Among all the boys in the class, I am the darkest, and among the girls, you are the fairest. You don't want me to get lighter because you hope we will be a black-and-white pair, and standing together, we are a perfect match..."

An Lan's eyes had widened at that moment, and her face turned shades of green and white with anger.

She was stunned in disbelief for two seconds, then snatched the sunscreen she had just opened and barely used, threw it at Qi Hui, and said coldly: "Take it all. You'd better use a lot; the whiter you get, the better."

Qi Hui realized she was angry and sheepishly walked back with the sunscreen.

Shen Weiyue heard the whole process and was completely numb.

As for Xie Dongming and Zhang Chengbin, they were definitely holding their bellies in laughter.

"Hui-zi, I don't even know what to say to you. Some things should only be said at the right time. You and An Lan have just started interacting, and you already used your ultimate move. You've already smashed her crystal."

"Old Yue is right. Qi Hui, you are so damn funny. Chasing a girl is a process; you have to take it step by step. How can you be so aggressive?"

"Hero-Brother, Brother Bin, I have to say something to you... never mind, I won't say it. Hahaha..."

Qi Hui had a good mindset; after being depressed for a while, he fully recovered and started pondering his next move.

Thus, when the instructor announced that Shen Weiyue would be the male pacesetter, it dealt him a second blow, and Hui-zi was left wanting to cry but having no tears.

"Brother Yue, adopted father, I beg you, can you transfer classes? Please don't stay in Computer Science Class 1. As long as you are here, I will always live in your shadow."

"Damn it, are you stupid? Is this something I can decide? Go talk to the instructor!"

"Do I still have a chance?"

"Yes. Win the monitor position; spend every day together. Even a stone can be polished smooth if you work on it long enough."

Shen Weiyue encouraged him earnestly, and Qi Hui nodded in agreement, half-doubting.

During the break, Shen Weiyue gave a look to Xie Dongming, who immediately pulled A-Bin away to get things done.

Soon, everyone in the class received "love" mineral water, and the two of them gained a huge wave of favorability.

The plan to help Qi Hui ascend to the throne was proceeding steadily according to Shen Weiyue's expectations.

When the vote comes, Qi Hui will have an absolute advantage. The Counselor surely wouldn't disregard the public will, right?

...

"Shen Weiyue, do you have a girlfriend?"

One afternoon a few days later, An Lan asked in a low voice during a break in training.

The military training had passed its painful adjustment period. The discipline and teamwork of Computer Science Class 1 had improved significantly, and they had started learning to march in goose-step.

Shen Weiyue acted as if he hadn't heard An Lan's words.

As they were both pacesetters, ever since they started the queue training for marching and goose-stepping, they had to stand at the very front every time.

Therefore, it was inevitable that they would be standing very close to each other.

September in Hangzhou was already hot, and the hormone-filled boys and girls exuded the sour, sweaty smell of exertion.

Yet An Lan seemed to be obsessed with this scent, constantly leaning towards Shen Weiyue, sometimes subtly and sometimes obviously, and she kept glancing at him.

At first, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then it became stealing glances, and by now, it had evolved into staring at him openly.

Damn, women only serve to sow discord between brothers.

Shen Weiyue knew without looking that that bastard Qi Hui must be staring at him with resentful eyes right now.

Little Hui had already complained in the dorm several times, saying that his goddess was always peeking at Shen Weiyue and ignoring him.

Not only did he complain, but this guy also rallied Fatty Xie and A-Bin, saying that Shen Weiyue's existence affected the Three Scoundrels' ability to pick up girls and was detrimental to dorm unity, hoping he would transfer classes.

Transfer classes?

Transfer my ass!

Shen Weiyue was speechless. Is it my fault that I'm handsome?

It was your "jeans goddess" who approached me on her own initiative. In my eyes, she doesn't even compare to a single hair on the Fox.

I'm not the kind of person who only looks at butts.

An Lan had an extroverted personality; the colder Shen Weiyue was, the more she wanted to neutralize it by being with him.

Since her question hadn't been answered, she whispered a reminder: "I'm asking you, Shen Weiyue."

Shen Weiyue still looked straight ahead, maintaining a very standard goose-step posture, and replied indifferently: "If you want to be punished by the instructor, don't drag me into it."

"The instructor is currently at the back of the formation watching Qin Lang and the other difficult cases; he won't see us."

An Lan unexpectedly used a tone that was almost coquettish, acting all cutesy: "Oh~ just tell me, do you or not? Do you or not?"

"Whether I do or not has nothing to do with you."

"It does have to do with me... Then let me change the question: what kind of girls do you like?"

"Direct ones."

"Am I not speaking directly enough?"

"Your legs aren't straight enough, and your skin isn't white enough."

"???"

Are you kidding me? In the class, I am the fairest, and my legs are the most slender.

Is Shen Weiyue blind?

An Lan was so stifled by his retort that her kicking movement went off-balance, and she felt like her endocrine system was about to go haywire.

"Hmph!"

She snorted heavily, but didn't lose her temper.

The more Shen Weiyue acted like this, the more charming she found him, and her desire to win him over became even stronger.

A woman's competitive spirit is sometimes just that strange. An Lan even felt that Shen Weiyue was saying this on purpose, using a "playing hard to get" tactic.

So, after a short period of silence, she started chattering again.

Shen Weiyue felt it was annoyingly noisy, and by comparison, he started to think that Zhao Qingyan's coldness actually had its merits.

If only the Fox could teleport here and make an appearance, that would be great.

Never mind, if this An Lan keeps pestering me, I might have to take out the Fox's photo to use as a shield.

Just as Shen Weiyue was thinking this, he heard the instructor announce the command for a break.

The rebels of Dorm 404 were sitting in the shade of the trees enduring the heat, and Qi Hui couldn't help but ask: "Old Yue, why does An Lan keep finding you to talk?"

"You idiot, need you ask? She's coveting Brother Yue's good looks!" Xie Dongming said, enjoying the chaos.

"To be honest, Shen Weiyue's 'Handsome Power' has reached the eighth stage, which is only one stage lower than mine. For a beauty like An Lan to take a liking to handsome guys like us is normal."

A-Bin added insult to injury while patting Qi Hui on the shoulder: "Little Hui, you need to restrain your grief."

Qi Hui looked on with eager, teary eyes; he really liked An Lan's type a lot.

"Little Hui, don't worry. My standards are high, and I have absolutely no interest in An Lan!" Shen Weiyue comforted him earnestly.

Just as the four of them were chatting, a cheerful and delicate voice drifted over:

"Hello, is Shen Weiyue here?"