CHAPTER 344: 138 LINES, WOW, IMPRESSIVE

Don’t try to compare yourself with Shen You’an in everything. There’s only one Shen You’an in this world...

Luuo Yunqi’s face went stiff and ugly.

She had misjudged Jiang Shengyao — this young master was still the same straight-talking guy whose words could choke people.

Luuo Yunqi spent half the day calming her breath, but when she looked up, her pupils suddenly shrank.

Not far away, Shen You’an and Liu Runxi were sitting together, casually chatting about something. The handsome, indifferent boy kept his gaze on the girl beside him, his eyes full of unmatched tenderness.

The sunset’s glow spilled over the two of them, creating a warm and harmonious scene, filled with a tacit understanding that seemed impenetrable to outsiders.

A sudden burst of a phone ringing broke the silence, but Luuo Yunqi acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, her eyes locked stubbornly onto that striking pair under the setting sun.

Xiao Ling bumped her: "Yunqi, your phone’s been ringing nonstop."

Luuo Yunqi snapped back to reality, pulled her phone out of her bag, and, seeing the incoming call display, walked away a bit and answered.

"President Xu."

"Ah, Yunqi, are you busy?"

"Not at all, President Xu. Is there something I can help with?"

The movie *Laugh of the Martial World* had outsourced its promotional campaign to a film marketing company, and this President Xu was the head of said company.

"Here’s the thing: the movie has entered its promotional phase. The company has drafted several strategies, some of which would need your involvement — filming Vlogs and promotional clips. When do you have time to drop by the company so we can discuss further?"

"Alright, President Xu, I’ll make the arrangements and reach out as soon as possible."

Luuo Yunqi hung up the phone, casting one last look in Shen You’an’s direction.

She had a dazzling future ahead, a path shining bright. Why dwell on a mere high school?

There’s only one Shen You’an in this world.

And there’s only one Luuo Yunqi.

With this thought, Luuo Yunqi turned proudly, leaving without a trace of attachment.

Xiao Ling didn’t feel like leaving just yet, so she shamelessly slid over to Yan Lu’s side.

Before six o’clock arrived, the last traces of dusk faded, and the night quietly descended. Beneath the vast black sky, the crescent moon hung high, stars twinkling, adding a hint of romance to the cold evening.

The boys and girls gathered around the barbecue grill, chatting while skewering meat and sipping warm milk tea, creating an undeniably cozy scene.

Then, someone suddenly spoke up: "It’s seven-thirty now — the voting for the campus crush will end soon."

Everyone hurriedly pulled out their phones, logging into the forum to check the latest results.

"Looks like Young Master Leng is solidly leading the votes."

Jiang Shengyao sat slumped in the corner, his droopy eyes revealing his listless state.

Zeng Liang quietly sidled up next to Jiang Shengyao, whispering, "Don’t worry. I promise you’ll get what you wish for."

Jiang Shengyao glanced at him with furrowed brows: "What are you talking about?"

Zeng Liang flashed a meaningful smile and patted Jiang Shengyao’s shoulder lightly: "Just wait and see."

Gao Yuyue snorted coldly: "That strutting peacock, what does he have to show off? Honestly, I think Jiang Shengyao is much more refreshing than him."

Shen You’an raised a brow: "Didn’t you say earlier that Leng Yunyang would marry you when he grows up...?"

Gao Yuyue’s expression changed instantly. She quickly covered Shen You’an’s mouth, nervously glancing around before finally breathing a sigh of relief when she noticed nobody was paying attention.

"Back then, he was a peacock that displayed for every female he saw. And now he’s even worse — I’d have to be an idiot to believe him. So when I said that earlier, I was deliberately messing with him, giving him psychological pressure just to catch him off guard. Although, hey, didn’t he lose anyway? Of course, it was all due to your ability. Even if I hadn’t said anything, you’d still defeat him. But still, I just can’t stand his narcissistic attitude, acting like he’s the most handsome person under the sun. Campus crush? Him? As if!"

When it came to Leng Yunyang, Gao Yuyue couldn’t stop complaining.

Shen You’an chuckled, patting Gao Yuyue’s shoulder: "I’m feeling a bit tired. I think I’ll head back to rest..."

Without hesitation, Gao Yuyue pulled Shen You’an away.

North of the stables was a hotel-style residential area, with a few rows of villas nestled at the base of a mountain, surrounded by green peaks and vast grasslands stretching endlessly. Under the starry night sky, the villas offered unparalleled views and optimal feng shui.

Among them, the two best-positioned villas sat at the highest section of the hillside, named Yuhua Pavilion and Yunshui Pavilion. These villas were never open to the public, reserved exclusively for the two major shareholders of the stables.

Gao Yuyue dragged Shen You’an up, only to see the lights of Yunshui Pavilion glowing softly nearby.

Gao Yuyue sneered: "So persistent, aren’t they?"

The staff had already cleaned Yuhua Pavilion beforehand, and when the two entered, the waiting staff near the door discreetly lifted their heads to cast a curious glance at the girl beside Gao Yuyue.

Yuhua Pavilion’s decorations were overwhelming in their opulence, yet the girl didn’t spare a single glance throughout, exuding an air of total composure and inner calm.

This left the staff slightly puzzled. How could she appear even more at home here than their own young mistress?

Shen You’an placed her backpack down, pulled out her laptop, walked to the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and powered it on.

Gao Yuyue asked curiously: "You’re carrying a laptop around?"

Without looking up, Shen You’an unlocked the screen with a smile: "Just handling some business."

The brim of her hat perfectly veiled the upper half of her face, leaving only the rhythmic clatter of her fingers on the keyboard to fill the tranquil room.

Gao Yuyue lounged lazily on the bed, turning her head to watch the girl at the computer, her curiosity piqued about what she was working on.

Then her stomach growled. Picking up the bedside phone, Gao Yuyue asked Shen You’an, "Want something to eat?"

Shen You’an, still without lifting her head, replied coolly: "Anything’s fine."

Over the receiver, Gao Yuyue ordered, "Bring over two single-serving meals."

Shen You’an raised her eyes, her gaze landing on the clock opposite.

The hour hand was nearing eight.

The phone on the side buzzed non-stop, with notifications coming through urgently, as if rushing.

Gao Yuyue suddenly sensed an unreadable mystery enveloping Shen You’an at that moment.

Zeng Liang paced back and forth with his phone in hand, anxiously. It was almost eight, and Jiang Shengyao’s votes still lagged behind Leng Yunyang’s. That homeless hacker he found on the dark web — could he have been a swindler? No replies even after sending messages.

Jiang Shengyao eventually lost interest and got up to leave the crowd.

"Zeng Liang, let’s go."

Zeng Liang gritted his teeth: "You go ahead..."

At seven fifty-eight, the group of students around the fire never felt the cold, each clutching a phone, animatedly discussing the campus crush results.

Typically, such idle moments were rare, and with none of the key figures around, the group finally indulged in their unrestrained chatter.

"There’s no need to ask. Of course, it’s Young Master Leng."

"Young Master Leng’s numbers have been steady from the start. Barring any surprises, he’ll undoubtedly win."

"Well, here’s your surprise..."

"Holy crap..." A boy among them suddenly jumped up, rubbing his eyes, then rubbing them again.

"Am I seeing things? Jiang Shengyao’s votes are skyrocketing — he just blew past Young Master Leng in an instant!"

"Seven fifty-nine. Even the timing is too perfect — it’s not giving anyone time to react, huh?"

"Seven fifty-nine and thirty-nine seconds... Jiang Shengyao’s votes overtook Young Master Leng’s..."

The group instantly erupted in excitement.

A competition that had seemed like dead water for the past week unexpectedly climaxed in the final minute.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

"I’m betting the final winner will be Jiang Shengyao."

Jiang Shengyao turned to look at the noisy crowd not far away. Not understanding why they suddenly seemed crazed, he shook his head, called for Zeng Liang, and prepared to leave.

"Damn..." Zeng Liang shouted, bolting forward to block Jiang Shengyao’s path and showing him his phone.

"Jiang Shengyao, you won."

Jiang Shengyao stared blankly at the phone.

Eight o’clock sharp.

The campus crush voting ended.

The results were out.

Topping the list was... him?

Jiang Shengyao suddenly smiled: "Zeng Liang, you didn’t need to fake a screenshot to cheer me up, did you?"

Campus crush, this hollow reputation — he never cared. What drew him this time, however, was the opportunity to shoot a photo series with Shen You’an. He was intrigued but didn’t get his hopes up. He’d already mentally prepared himself for disappointment, and now Zeng Liang pulled this stunt.

Zeng Liang argued anxiously: "It’s not fake! It’s real!"

Jiang Shengyao made an obvious skeptical face: "So you’re joking to lighten my mood, huh? I’m having a bad day. Don’t push me."

With that, he turned and walked off.

Zeng Liang sighed, mumbling, "Why does no one ever believe the truth?"

Then he chuckled to himself; that dark web hacker really did have the skills. Deliberately holding back earlier must have been a tactical choice. Waiting until the winner was basking in victory to launch a last-minute comeback.

Once Leng Yunyang realized something was wrong, it was already too late to fix.

Clever. Ruthless.

Zeng Liang could practically picture Leng Yunyang’s rageful reaction to the results.

Leng Yunyang was indeed angry, though not to the point of losing composure.

At Yunshui Pavilion, the boy stared at the computer screen in front of him, letting out a cold laugh.

Well played... quite the move.