Facing Zhao Sun.

Ma Jiaojiao's tightly pursed lips were somewhat distorted, as if she was desperately suppressing some emotion.

The rain intensified.

The sound of rain was accompanied by the school's loudspeaker broadcasting a gentle and delicate female voice:

"'She accepted me only because she didn't reject me, not because she loved me'... Hmm, isn't this student feeling quite heartbroken... But this 'heartbreak letter' format is certainly memorable..."

Ma Jiaojiao pursed her lips and then gently bit them.

Strange weather, and strange broadcasting.

All of this is working against her.

Her urge to cry intensified.

Zhao Xun didn't look at Ma Jiaojiao; he looked up at the misty sky and the dense, thread-like rain:

"It won't stop anytime soon. Are you leaving? I can take you back to your dorm while I'm free."

"...It's alright."

Even though it felt like a thick, acidic liquid was being forced down her throat, Ma Jiaojiao still managed a reassuring smile: "I'm waiting for someone, he'll be down in a bit..."

Ma Jiaojiao did not reveal her vulnerability to her roommates.

This senior was someone who was only slightly more familiar to the student in the same club than a complete stranger…

She had to pretend to be stronger.

Zhao Xun glanced at Ma Jiaojiao, whose soft smile carried a certain deliberate silliness.

This is a "fake personality" created to conceal one's true feelings.

"...There are indeed more mentally challenged people in the world." Zhao Xun said coldly.

His patience had run out.

With her umbrella open, Zhao Xun returned to the drizzle under Ma Jiaojiao's watchful gaze.

“…Goodbye, senior.” Ma Jiaojiao waved.

Zhao Xun ignored her.

He took a few steps forward, but then turned back again.

He gestured with his chin toward Ma Jiaojiao, who was standing under the eaves of the second dormitory:

"I thought about it the first two times I met you, and I realized that I don't know you at all."

“If I were to say anything negative about your boyfriend, you wouldn’t listen to me; instead, you would scold me on his behalf.”

"But just now, I suddenly realized something."

"Yeah, we're not close, and our relationship isn't good to begin with. Even if we argue, it won't affect our relationship. Do you think I'm afraid I can't out-argue the two of you?"

"How ridiculous."

“Ma Jiaojiao, your boyfriend is a swordsman, and you are an idiot who likes swordsmen.”

"This is a contest of human-like behavior. You think this will move your boyfriend, but your boyfriend is actually bragging to his roommate right now—'Hey, look at my charm, the big-breasted girl downstairs is waiting for me again.'"

"You're so stupid. You should install a toilet in your brain to flush away all the filth—I'm talking about your boyfriend. He's shit, and your brain is full of shit!"

"What? Am I wrong? If you have any objections, speak up. Do you have a mouth just to kiss shit?"

Zhao Xun provoked Ma Jiaojiao.

The latter lowered his eyes.

Zhao Xun knew the art of verbal battles well; when he couldn't win a verbal argument, he would resort to physical force.

He narrowed his eyes and saw that Ma Jiaojiao's fist hardened.

If Ma Jiaojiao throws a punch at him, he will immediately retreat.

He remained completely calm, not believing he could outrun a little girl.

But Ma Jiaojiao remained silent.

She remained standing there, as if frozen in place.

Zhao Xun had been hoping that Ma Jiaojiao would reply with a few words.

But she didn't say a word.

So he wondered if this woman would pull something big after he finished speaking... but nothing happened.

Ma Jiaojiao's feet twitched slightly.

At this moment, some male students returned to their dormitories.

They looked at Zhao Xun in the rain, then at Ma Jiaojiao under the eaves, whispering among themselves, puzzled and confused:

"quarrel?"

"Wait, why are the girls arguing in our boys' dorm?"

"Wait a minute, why does that guy in the rain look like a man to me?"

"You could gouge out her eyes; she's obviously a girl dressed as a boy..."

…Grass.

unlucky.

Zhao Xun cursed inwardly, thinking that even if he had to eat chaff and wild vegetables in the future, he would never meddle in other people's business again.

"This place is a total idiot's hotspot, I'll avoid it next time..."

Zhao Xun spat under his breath.

Seeing that Ma Jiaojiao still couldn't organize any decent counterattack, Zhao Xun completely lost interest.

When playing against bots, at least the bots can throw a skill at you.

Damn it, what's the point of practicing standing meditation...?

But as soon as he turned around, Ma Jiaojiao, who was behind him, spoke up:

“…Senior Zhao Sun…”

"Um?"

Zhao Xun raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she turned her head.

I was just curious to see what tricks this thing could pull.

But then he saw the braided girl, who had raised her head again, still smiling at him:

"Excuse me, could you please take me back to my dorm?"

The girl's voice was a little hoarse.

There was an inexplicable sense of incongruity between it and her smiling face.

Zhao Sun: ...

What kind of tactic is this?

I hope this woman won't kick him the moment he gets close...

But he did ask her earlier if she wanted him to take her back to her dorm, and if he panicked now, he would feel a little embarrassed.

…A real man is not afraid of anyone.

Zhao Xun cautiously approached Ma Jiaojiao.

Ma Jiaojiao walked down the steps naturally without making any fuss.

She hid under Zhao Xun's umbrella and walked side by side with him.

Zhao Xun had a lot of experience in arguing with people, but he had never met anyone who could remain calm and silent after being insulted by him.

…so high.

Zhao Xun cursed inwardly again.

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