CHAPTER 212: 094 SWEAR TO DEFEND THE IDOL TO THE DEATH_2

Liu Runxi hung up the phone, and upon turning around, saw Shen You’an answering hers.

Whatever the person on the other end said, it made Shen You’an’s expression somewhat helpless.

Seeing Liu Runxi approaching, Shen You’an said, "I have something to do. I’ll hang up now."

Liu Runxi smiled, "Was it Mr. Gao?"

Shen You’an glanced at him.

"She invited you to sing at the KTV, didn’t she?"

Shen You’an slung her backpack over her shoulder. "If I have time for that, I’d be better off going home and solving a few more math problems."

Liu Runxi took a long stride, catching up to her in just a few steps.

"You just said earlier that preparing for exams isn’t something done in a single day. You need to relax your mind a little too, and opportunities like this don’t come often. Let’s go together."

Shen You’an turned her head to glance at Liu Runxi.

Through the thin lens of his glasses, the boy’s eyes held boundless sincerity when he looked at someone—so much so that rejecting him felt like committing a crime.

Liu Runxi seemed to know what Shen You’an was thinking and smiled, "Do you remember the speech from the school opening ceremony? I memorized every word you said. Don’t let your youth be filled with regrets, and first and foremost, don’t distance yourself from others."

Shen You’an chuckled lightly, "God Liu, do you have the nerve to say that?"

If there was anyone who kept people at arm’s length, it was Liu Runxi. The reason everyone called him "God" was because he genuinely seemed to live in his own world.

Liu Runxi, unfazed, said without skipping a beat, "That’s why we have to start making changes now."

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Jiang Shengyao swung his arm and reserved the most luxurious private room at the Crown Club.

Gao Yuyue curled up on the leather sofa, clutching a crystal fruit platter as she tossed grapes into her mouth.

"Oh, these eighty-dollar-a-pop grapes really are sweet."

If not for piggybacking on Jiang Shengyao’s extravagant ways, she wouldn’t have a chance to taste such indulgent grapes.

Qin Xiangge and Gu Bichen arrived one after another, along with a few regular followers from Class B who often stuck around Jiang Shengyao. They gathered in the corner to play video games.

Jiang Shengyao paced anxiously back and forth, occasionally frowning and sighing.

Gao Yuyue threw grape skins at him. "Jiang Shengyao, you’re making me dizzy. Can you sit down for a second?"

"Yeah, Ayao, what’s with you? Come sit and have some tea," Qin Xiangge gracefully poured two cups of tea, handing one to Gu Bichen.

Gu Bichen nodded and smiled, "Thank you."

When handing him the teacup, her finger accidentally brushed against the boy’s pinky—a faintly cool touch that made Qin Xiangge’s heart suddenly skip a beat. She calmly withdrew her hand.

Once everything settled, Qin Xiangge steeled her nerves and looked up discreetly.

The boy sat quietly, holding the teacup in his hands. His somewhat youthful face hinted at breathtaking handsomeness in the making.

Liu Runxi, Jiang Shengyao, and Leng Yunyang were all strikingly attractive, but Liu Runxi was too indifferent—practically boring—while Jiang Shengyao was impulsive and unruly, like a child who hadn’t grown up. Leng Yunyang...

She didn’t care for womanizers.

Gu Bichen might be slightly shorter compared to the other three, but his slender frame promised he’d grow taller in time. Moreover, he possessed something none of them did...

Qin Xiangge carefully thought for a moment—it was ease.

No matter the situation or whom he was facing, he was always composed, poised, and effortless.

This ease might make him seem congenial and polite to everyone, but Qin Xiangge knew well—only descendants truly raised within great aristocratic families could cultivate such an aura.

This profound pride and strength were leagues above Jiang Shengyao’s nouveau riche tendencies and Leng Yunyang’s playboy habits.

Even Liu Runxi paled in comparison. In Qin Xiangge’s eyes, he still lacked a certain refinement.

Gu... Qin Xiangge silently mouthed the boy’s surname.

These students, confined to their little corner of Qingzhou, likely had no inkling about Jingzhou’s Four Great Families.

With their social standing, they wouldn’t have access to that echelon.

But Qin Xiangge’s mother hailed from an artistic lineage in Jingzhou. Raised in such an environment, she naturally possessed unparalleled insight.

Qin Xiangge’s lips slowly curved into a subtle smile.

The private room’s door then opened, and Jiang Shengyao abruptly looked up.

Seeing Liu Runxi enter first, he couldn’t help but look disappointed.

But right after, a slender figure followed Liu Runxi, causing Jiang Shengyao’s eyes to light up. Struggling to restrain himself, he cleared his throat.

"You’re here."

Gao Yuyue stared at the two of them, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Liu Runxi? Shen You’an? Why did you two come together?"

She suddenly squinted her eyes. "Something’s not right."

Qin Xiangge frowned slightly, her gaze grazing past Liu Runxi and landing on Shen You’an’s face.

She had underestimated Shen You’an.