Jiang Mian swore once again that she would never transform again!
She didn't get to experience the sweet romance that girls have in love.
But the constant threat of being exposed and killed by the company haunted his mind like a fear.
Even after logging into "Jiang Wan's" WeChat account, she could still see messages from He Yubai from time to time.
—If the party that day made you unhappy, can I treat you to another meal?
--Good morning.
Are you there?
—Jiang?
—If I have bothered you, then I apologize.
Who would have thought that the aloof He Yubai would be so childish and talkative when he's pursuing someone!
But Jiang Mian didn't feel that excitement of discovering another side of He Yubai that no one else knew.
On the contrary, he was more afraid of his true identity being exposed!
He Yubai sent messages to Jiang Wan for several days in a row, but she didn't reply to a single word, as if the messages had sunk into the sea.
Did Xu Ranyue say something particularly offensive in the bathroom that day?
Jiang Wan didn't show any outward reaction, but she was actually furious inside.
He wanted to make amends, but Jiang Wan wouldn't even reply to his messages. Even if he wanted to, he was powerless to do anything about it.
Moreover, Jiang Mian has been acting strangely these past few days, as if he's deliberately avoiding him.
He wanted to contact Jiang Wan, but neither of them could be found.
But the art academy is so big, even if he wanted to find someone, it wouldn't be that easy.
If Yang He's dating experience could be shared with him, he wouldn't be having such a headache trying to figure out what girls are thinking.
Yang He?
Thinking of this guy, He Yubai rubbed his temples. Since this matter was caused by him, he should pay a small price.
He then called Yang He's father: "Uncle Yang, as Yang He's good brother, there's something I feel I must tell you. Yang He didn't study hard at all while he was abroad. I heard he rented an apartment and brings different women back every day to eat, drink, and have fun."
Not long after hanging up the phone, He Yubai went to look at Yang He's WeChat Moments.
One second this guy was bragging about his dad buying him a new car, and the next second he posted a new update:
[Damn it! Some bastard told my dad about my dating and renting a place abroad, and now my credit cards are off and he's kicked me out. I'm begging for a bro's help!]
This result was within He Yubai's expectations.
He would go to great lengths for his brothers.
He'd stab his brother in the back for a woman!
After doing this, He Yubai felt a strange sense of anticipation. If he could see Jiang Wan again, he would definitely tell her about it.
Yang He has essentially shot himself in the foot. I wonder if Jiang Wan will be happier and less angry after she finds out.
The phone on the table suddenly rang with a message notification.
He thought it was Jiang Wan replying to his message, so he quickly picked up his phone to check.
But the more excited I was just now, the more disappointed I am when I see the news.
The message came from Wu Feng, a freshman in the organization department:
—Senior He, are you free the day after tomorrow?
Since he wasn't facing someone he liked, He Yubai's tone was indifferent:
—Is something the matter?
Wu Feng:
—Here's the thing, in order to work together with other colleges in our university town to promote friendly exchanges and development, the school leaders asked our student union to organize a basketball game with the School of Physical Education, and we are currently looking for participants.
He Yubai's straightforward refusal:
—I'm busy.
No, senior!
—You haven't even let me finish! This is negotiable!
He Yubai was genuinely too busy. He thought the reason Jiang Wan wasn't replying to his messages was probably because she thought he was just a man who only knew how to talk big.
If you really want to apologize sincerely, you have to do it in front of the other person.
So he decided to spend the next few days going to the art academy to find someone.
So he asked Wu Feng:
Do you know anyone at the art school?
—Emmm…No.
—Then there's no need to discuss it.
Wu Feng almost wanted to kneel down before him. Could this senior student He please stop jumping around like that? He couldn't keep up with him at all.
He was just a middleman, it's really too much to ask of him!
He didn't understand either; it was just organizing a basketball game, wasn't it?
Why not just find someone from the college's basketball team? But the minister and his team refused without even thinking about it.
It only stated one sentence: "The essence of this basketball game is not simply playing basketball at all!"
It's definitely not just about playing basketball. If it were just to appease the school leaders, the student council members could have simply gone through the motions.
However, the school leaders actually demanded that they do their best to make the event a success, and that it be filmed for promotional use.
That would be a different matter altogether. "Doing it well" means that it absolutely cannot be treated carelessly.
"Filming it as a video" means that this grand spectacle is absolutely essential, and the need for a grand spectacle means that the entire basketball game needs to be engaging and create a vibrant atmosphere.
Who is responsible for creating a lively atmosphere?
The more girls, the better!
So they chose the art school next door as the venue, where there would definitely be plenty of girls!
So how do you attract girls?
We need to start by selecting the participants!
So their student council's rule for organizing this basketball tournament was that there had to be handsome guys!
Finding a handsome guy isn't hard, but finding a handsome guy who's also good at basketball is very difficult.
After screening through a list of names, the student council found that He Yubai did indeed meet the requirements: good family background, good looks, and good abilities.
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