Chapter 82

Jiang You twitched the corners of her mouth, but she didn't respond to Song Yun. She looked down at the messages on her phone.

Xiao Sinian: [After the competition in Japan ended, I stayed for a few more days and am now on my way back.]

Xiao Sinian: [Image]

The picture shows Xiao Sinian and his teammates in Japan, shirtless.

A robust physique, well-developed muscles, and an aura of wildness, strength, and primal power emanating from within.

They are also very aggressive and have a wolf-dog appearance.

Jiang You wiped his drool, feeling rather pathetic. Xiao Sinian was almost twice the size of Xia Yan and Song Yun, and standing in front of him was like having a small mountain.

The sheer force and pressure of his casual glance sent my legs trembling uncontrollably.

On the first day of the National Day holiday, news of them winning a gold medal in Japan became a trending topic.

Xiao Sinian, who was already very popular, has been the subject of various edits, commentaries, and numerous pairings among his teammates.

Jiang You naturally saw it, but Xia Yan was right beside her at the time, so she didn't dare to look too closely.

On the bus, she thought about what Wang Lili had said about Xiao Sinian pursuing her. It still felt like a dream, very unrealistic.

Forget it, I owe them a meal because I was locked in the toilet last time. I'll see how things go when it's time to eat.

If you really want to pursue her, whether it's genuine or not, reject her completely.

Lu Shi'an and Song Yun are already enough for her to handle; she can't have one more person.

Jiang You looked at the photo of his abs, his thoughts drifting far away. In Song Yun's eyes, it was as if the girl was staring intently at Xiao Sinian, unable to look away.

Song Yun looked at the girl's expression quietly, her fingertips gripping the girl's waist so tightly they turned white.

It's that guy again, he's like a persistent ghost... How come he didn't drown while swimming...?

Song Yun cursed maliciously, then reached out and touched his stomach.

It was soft and without an ounce of fat, but compared to Xiao Sinian's bulging abs, it didn't look very appealing.

"Song Yun?" Jiang You came to his senses and saw the young man with his eyes downcast, his expression gloomy, and his right hand touching his stomach.

“Youyou,” Song Yun withdrew her hand, unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes. Her tea-colored pupils trembled slightly as she looked at Jiang You, cautiously asking, “What do you think of me?”

"What do you mean, 'how are you'?" Jiang You couldn't understand Song Yun's nonsensical words. "You're great."

"I... I mean, my figure?" Song Yun lowered her eyes, her voice growing softer and softer, her ears flushing with insecurity.

Jiang You paused, utterly bewildered; she had actually seen Song Yun's inferiority complex.

Song Yun is nearly 1.9 meters tall, a handsome young man who looks like he's from a comic book, rich, admitted to university through a special admission program at the age of nine, and a globally renowned comic book author. What is he so insecure about?

It's hard to imagine what a bright and cheerful little girl she would become with such talent, looks, and family background.

However, remembering the bad things the other person had experienced, Jiang You praised, "Very good, good-looking and smart..."

"But I..."

"Alright, stop talking. Anyway, you're great," Jiang You said with a deadpan expression. She was the one who should feel inferior.

Song Yun curled her fingers and lowered her head dejectedly.

A few days later, Jiang You and Song Yun lined up to get their food in the canteen.

"Song Yun," Jiang You, who was in front of the line, casually asked, "Is there any renovation going on next to your dorm?"

Standing behind her was Song Yun, still dressed in black clothes, covering herself up completely.

But because the weather turned cooler, everyone wore coats and they weren't so conspicuous.

“Yes, let’s decorate it as a gym,” Song Yun said obediently, carrying her tray.

"Want to exercise?" Jiang You nodded, thinking of Song Yun's frail body. "Exercising is a good thing."

Ugh, I knew Youyou disliked him and liked Xiao Sinian. Song Yun pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth turned down at a visible speed.

His nose tingled, and his eyes gradually welled up with tears.

The boy was wearing a mask, glasses, and a hood. Jiang You didn't know that something was wrong with Song Yun. After she finished speaking, he saw the dishes in the window, which were surprisingly plentiful and beautiful.

When it was her turn, the meat didn't shake; it was poured generously onto her plate.

Without a doubt, a high-ranking leader will be visiting in the next few days.